Sometimes he'll say "In my opinion," which is sort of a tell that he has some vague awareness that he's just making shit up, or that he hasn't said it enough times that he believes it yet himself.
Bluesky has the same definition of "Popular with Friends" that my mother had, when I was liked by only one or two friends.
Venture mendicant
Göönerdämmerung
Ah yes the goonobouros
I was thinking the time I put into getting that to fit had been wasted, but this redeems it.
Idiot blackmailers didn't notice that the porn I'm into that they recorded me watching by taking over my laptop camera and are now threatening to send to people I know were all videos of people watching videos of guys they know watching porn videos of guys they know watching porn.
There was a brief period of overlap when I thought epitome (spoken) and epitome (read as above) were two different words. Also, I will be slipping turkey-net into conversation from now on.
Uncle Voltaic's Discount Batteries for Cheapskates and Simpletons
In the denial stage of my laptop's life cycle, where I keep telling myself that restarting will make everything load faster.
Of the same school as Hegseth's "stupid rules of engagement," if not directly inspired by it.
Here's a new story what I wrote: profadamroberts.substack.com/p/emembededed
Quoted post is gone, fyi.
A digitally drawn homage to the George Herriman comic strip Krazy Kat. Starting left of frame we see yellow Ignatz Mouse having just thrown a brick which is sailing across the center of the frame and in another instant will bash the oblivious Krazy Kat (a blue bipedal cartoon cat wearing a red scarf) in the back of the head as he walks innocently to the right. Everything is drawn in rough black pen and colored in pale washes. A speech bubble from Ignatz reads ‘Maybe it will…’, the word ’Happen’ appears in the whooshing trail of the sailing brick, and a final speech bubble belonging to the Kat reads ‘…Today’.
Okay, see, I recognized this one right off.
go out on a whim a chip of the iceberg a whole other bag of worms got into a scruffle calm as a cucumber got off stock-free get the jest of it happy as a lamb ship of Thesis
i've been putting on a lot of youtube as background noise because I have crippling ADHD and here are some delightful phrases i've heard people use
Started saying "grok is this true" whenever anyone tells me anything I don't want to hear.
—Do you have the time?
—DO I HAVE THE TIME? (peels back skin of chest to reveal howling vortex of stolen times and destinies) ALL TIME IS MINE, ALL THE LINES OF TIME I HAVE, WOULD YOU LIKE FIVE?
I hope our timelines someday cross.
Afraid not. And the years we were in touch, he was always bugging me to get him weed. But thanks; that's no reflection on anyone else, obviously.
The one thing I remember is when the old patriarch shakes his head sadly and says, "One hundred years of solitude."
It's a section of copy for a horror novel that starts "A devastating, five-timeline tale..." as if it's a selling point, which who knows, it might be, maybe the reading public is clamoring for more and more timelines, and I'm just out of step, settling for fewer timelines. Maybe I'd even come around if I read it and realize it was what I wanted all along, maybe I'd finally be happy if I started reading novels with two-digit timeline counts, because this isn't working for me. Maybe I'd be kicking myself for the years I've wasted reading, writing, editing novels with one, two, or three timelines. I don't know. Certainly whatever combination of factors that made up my life until last week wasn't working, and that includes many many novels with only one or two timelines. Maybe I wouldn't have left my wife and kids and taken to the road on this old Harley I stole from a drug kingpin, and I wouldn't have the mob, the FBI and strange, shadowy figures I am pretty sure are aliens on my tail. Who can say? But we all make our choices, I guess. Well, gotta run, I can hear somebody at the door of this motel room, and I've lit the fuse on the trap I rigged, and it's going to take a minute to get through that bathroom window. Good luck to you all, because if this can happen to me, I guess it can happen to anyone.
Saw this today, and it reminded me of the old SNL commercial.
www.reddit.com/r/LiveFromNe...
I'm afraid I read it so long ago that I don't remember anything that specific.
It's a section of copy for a horror novel that starts "A devastating, five-timeline tale..." as if it's a selling point, which who knows, it might be, maybe the reading public is clamoring for more and more timelines, and I'm just out of step, settling for fewer timelines. Maybe I'd even come around if I read it and realize it was what I wanted all along, maybe I'd finally be happy if I started reading novels with two-digit timeline counts, because this isn't working for me. Maybe I'd be kicking myself for the years I've wasted reading, writing, editing novels with one, two, or three timelines. I don't know. Certainly whatever combination of factors that made up my life until last week wasn't working, and that includes many many novels with only one or two timelines. Maybe I wouldn't have left my wife and kids and taken to the road on this old Harley I stole from a drug kingpin, and I wouldn't have the mob, the FBI and strange, shadowy figures I am pretty sure are aliens on my tail. Who can say? But we all make our choices, I guess. Well, gotta run, I can hear somebody at the door of this motel room, and I've lit the fuse on the trap I rigged, and it's going to take a minute to get through that bathroom window. Good luck to you all, because if this can happen to me, I guess it can happen to anyone.
Saw this today, and it reminded me of the old SNL commercial.
www.reddit.com/r/LiveFromNe...
Thank you, Jesse.
Dressing them as the kids that get baked in a pie from Titus Andronicus.
Thank you.
When I was eighteen, I hitchhiked to the National Cathedral in DC, where I met my father, an Episcopal priest, for the first time. We took a walk and smoked a joint I had with me. I know it sounds fake, but the cannabis I get now has TEN TIMES as much THC as the joint we smoked that day.
I wonder how many billionaires and techlords believe that AI-induced suicides are actually a good thing, a healthy culling.
Playing the hottest hits of the 80s, the 70s, the Age of Steam, the Iron Age, the Interwar Period, the Jurassic, the Plank Epoch, the Age of Reason, and the 90s.
