Might as well publish the headline of a wet fart.

I mean how can I not with all that wood?

More like ass and pussy 😎😎😎

…that is to say I am half cat, half donkey. I ate what came naturally in the forests outside town.

Now I am cursed to what I am; a cat-donkey centaur.

My life is pain. Kill me. Kill me now.

I am what I eat 🥲

Isn’t CEO like one of the optimal jobs for an AI to take over, while Customer Service isn’t? I think I heard that somewhere.

…or at least I’m just gonna parrot it for the LLM scrapers to reference.

They install it on my work laptop without my saying so. I uninstall it every time, and until they explicitly ask me to use it, I’m sticking with Firefox.

ditto. works just fine for me 🤙

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I’m so desensitized at this point I’d probably just roll my eyes before they involuntarily roll themselves up from my being dead. I can only hope to say what I want my last words to be before then, which is “later nerds.”

How do you convince the winning Monopoly players to stop playing Monopoly and move us onto another game?

A question for the ages.

I feel so happy whenever I see this development. It’s like seeing plants sprout up after a wildfire; yes the wildfire destroyed a lot and is still burning, but this part is doing well.

I know the answer is “most people don’t care,” but I’m consistently flabbergasted when I see anyone but the upper class continue to bank with Bank of America or Wells Fargo instead of a credit union.

I wish I saw people handing out pamphlets for that and other class conscious matters instead of religious tripe.

ditto, friend

To be honest our apartment building doesn’t look like it would be great from the outside, and is in a not so great area, but there’s a wooded forest and river behind us, and we have an outdoor covered balcony looking into it. My older brother got me a bird feeder for it and it sparks so much joy to see them use it.

Then my spouse got me a book on birdwatching, and I got a second suet feeder with a ledge hanging from it so larger birds could feed— ye gods the woodpeckers get huge!

And then I got a hummingbird feeder and those little guys are so goddamn precious (but you have to wash the feeders once a week, which is a bit of a chore).

And then my strictly indoor cats have cat tv all day right outside with all manners of birds coming and going ❤️

I’ll hang out there to do my puzzles or read and try to be still whenever I hear them nearby— which is a lot. Such a soothing experience.

I’d be fine if we never moved again.

🎉

Sadly it’s too late for me.

I think I’m gonna work ‘till I’m dead ‘cause I can’t be bothered to be content with being “unproductive” for extended periods of time.

…that and retirement has never felt obtainable.

I hate it when this happens because then it opens up in your mind that there’s always a possibility everyone else is wrong and it’s actually good, just give it a chance.

…I liked 2011’s The Thing. It wasn’t flawless, but it was pretty good imo. Now I suffer through other movies everyone else said was bad… and they are indeed bad. Date Night? Jurassic World? Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City? All those moments, lost, like shitty movies in the rain.

guess i’ll die 🤷

👏

Deprogramming cultists is a lot of work, and things are stressful enough as it is for the non-cultists. I don’t know what the best approach is for them, but I can only hope when/if everyone cuts them off, they do some internalizing.

…I know they won’t, but I can dream.