Hyperlinks are a liberal psy-op. I’ll only click regular links.
I used to enjoy the old Joystiq site. Followed them to Engadget. Hell, I used the Joystiq url redirect bookmark until it stopped working. Might as well just delete the bookmark now, no sense it watching it slide further into irrelevancy.
That’s what she said.
The US loves the cartels. They get us all the drugs we consume and give us a lucrative market to sell our surplus small arms.
Shipping powders back and forth
Singin’ black goes south and white comes north
- John Perry Barlow
Getting a heat pump has been on my want-to-do list for years. But even though my furnace is aging, it still works so it’s been hard to justify while there were other issues going on. Accelerating adoption is only going to make the process easier when the time comes.
Engineer Guy went years between books uploads. I had to do a double take when he came up in my feed a few months ago.
Live with underlying existential dread for decades. Watch as “doing what you love” becomes “hating what you used to love because you’re forced to do it so that there’s enough numbers in the computer to prove that you’re worthy of continued existence.” Contemplate the pointlessness of it all on a daily basis. Be reminded that your feelings are invalid because “other people have it worse” every time the topic comes up. Nod listlessly as “successful” people tout their own hard work while ignoring any factor luck and privilege played, then tune out when they shift into the dissonant duet of “I succeeded because I am exceptional” and “anyone can do the same if they just work harder.”
Wake up the next morning and realize there’s roughly 30 more years of this, barring a massive coronary or aneurism or something.
Username checks out.
itsthesamestick.jpg
I don’t like it, but watching the flush can save a whole lot of pain. Clogs suck.
Nipple tassels.
There’s a thousand mile expanse of woods and bullshit across the northern states where you could just walk through the forests into Canada.
I’ve always wanted to get eaten by a moose.
I have subscribed for just such an occasion.
If only AI summaries were half as good as this.
And if you’re a bot… fucking bravo.
Our washer died a couple of months ago so we had to hit the laundromat for awhile. Brought our own detergent of course, but we also got the dregs of whatever the last dozen or so people poured into the dispenser. It was like histamine roulette that landed on 00 suspiciously often.