When you're fucking with your watch while driving, trying not to crash… because the frustration seeping into the steering wheel while being slapped silly in perfect time to An Ode to No One induced said₁ fucking watch to panic like that little yappy thing that was chasing some similar (yet yapless (and much, much larger in scale)) thing when said₂ similar thing suddenly turnt to jiggle its jowl, causing the ground to shake (at least, it sure as shit felt that way to said₁ little yappy thing)… teasing its siren while working its way through a countdown you must, per the pixel values of your watch's display, figure a way to stop else we're callin' emergency services 'cause we done detected a crash.
Love thy neighbor, bitches. Or, did God add that shit to the second edition? This is Israel's 9/11 when we retroactively discover that the native population we've systematically caged (being somewhat less than human, naturally) were secretly behind the assault. Go ahead… justify subjugation…
Raise your hand if you believe any has ever done right by Gaza (and then kindly explain to me how so).
Does breathing in isopropyl alcohol 99% make my insides less sticky?
So I suppose there are 38 whatevers being matched. Y'all suppose the gray bits are where the genetic code didn't match against any breed decoded in the database utilized by their algorithm?
Jon Meacham is so GD close. Shame I never managed to grab his attention.
That ain't faith, Joe Scarborough, it is community… otherwise you're spot on.
The pinnacle of misunderstanding what has happened to American politics since print died. Who could beat Trump? In a two horse national race for the presidency, even Ron f$&king DeSantis, could beat Trump. Or would you really choose to abstain and allow that fucker back in office?
#DonnaMartinGraduates
What follows is the progress made on the rewrite of an essay from February 2021 that, once completed, shall comprise the book explaining all the sh$t some other f$&ker really oughta have figured out by now. Be better American intellectuals.
On Dragon Weaving
What I Suppose We'd Call the Preamble
Honestly, I haven't a clue why, in February of last year, I found myself pondering the web of dragon mythology that so ensnares the imagination of man. Of how the machinations of my mind materialized the path it would then travel, I've an even clumsier grasp. I believe there is something significant to be found within the folds of fumbled expression held by the essay I had composed. Now, a year later (finding myself in possession of more diversely and formidably equipped faculties), I shall recompose its art and prose, hoping to attain a composition that more capably communicates that which I have to say. It shall begin with a declaration. It shall end with an appeal. Two waypoints shall lie between the beginning and the ending. With a little luck, journey's end shall bring clarity to the both of us as to how and why the path was chosen.
Someone oughta submit my #NostalgicNuggs song posts to Apple in a bug report for their limp f$&king shuffle algorithm that has had me playing the same ten bands off a playlist with a 2K+ song count (seeing as the shuffle is lost every GD time the phone restarts).
Okay, mathematicians, I am now accepting input as to whether I ought to abbreviate y'all as U∀ (which works more like a vanity plate or brain teaser) or ∀U (which I believe may be more mathematically accurate, but reads "all you" instead of "you all."
My god, don't y'all ever feel stupid? Being dissatisfied w/ the current shape of things, w/ yet another election coming, chattering about changing horses 'cause the current guy ain't fixed in four years problems averaging nine years to tackle. The root of voting against your own interests live here.
It doesn't defy logic, Sam… it defies your logic.
Fuck you nobody predicted the fall of kabul, Franklin Foer.
As much as y'all hate being gaslit by Earth II asshats, Earth I politicians can torch y'all f$&kers and you're all, "thank you sir, may I have some more?".
.@velshi, they aren't just arming them, bud… they need their vote… and they need their muscle on standby. I'm tired of explaining why… time to switch to cute critter videos.
Raise your hand if you needed it explained that to negotiate drug prices is not an act of communism.
I don't know, @velshi, I'm not seeing any hands go up.
Kinda feels like we've wasted yet more time and effort constructing an argument in good faith rebutting yet another argument made in bad faith.
Carl Sagan would love Dr. Stone.
Raise your hand if you're reading this on the Micro.blog timeline and you love adorable dog pics (post one of a three post exchange, I will check back tomorrow).
Why stress about it today when it can totally wait to receive your stress tomorrow. I'm a firm believer in equal opportunity procrastination.
Wait, was Generation X the first to watch Saturday Morning Cartoons?
.@manton, thoughts on moving towards a muted, autoplay model for videos in the timeline… or are you imagining Micro.blog users with a higher rate of play presses (cause I'm imagining a bunch of large darkish gray rectangles with light, tipped over triangles flying off scrolled screens)?
Is it not time to move towards real, hard legislation that would disarm the haters? - Rev. Al Sharpton
Holler when you're ready for that legislation, Rev. I'll explain to you all things you'll need to do in order for that particular f$&king option to be placed back upon the table.
It ain't the disinformation that's dangerous, @velshi, it's its injection into a closed system.
