Elon even managed to purchase and poop on part of the cultural language space when he acquired the Twittersphere. Things just don’t feel so Twitterific. Feels more Xcrementative.

Guess what f$&kers. Opinion didn’t change, just the imprint of it you’ve managed to capture.

Bill got lucky. My Groundhog Day is some bullshit.

The 55% ain’t the story. The 37% is entirely explainable. This is not news, it is period politiporn set in 2013. I’m cutting y’all off and throwing on anime.

Our neural nets are getting so big. Seems like just yesterday we were still dropping them off in the woods to work on plant identification for earning their Brownie badges (that’s right, my neural networks are female, bitches).

Now I kinda want to write a poem where each and every word makes sense to the reader; but, not a single word carries official recognition… Carroll’s Jabberwocky ∩ Wittgenstein’s language games.

Side note: perhaps it’s worth reflecting on what it is like receiving the payoff for something (not the first payoff, obviously, with Tolkienesque-scoped storytelling) 1028 episodes deep. I’m not sure there are so many comparables.

Holy f$&k, am I actually watching Kaido go down? #OnePiece

Perhaps my heart’s not hard enough.

Random of the least likely variety: write about the correlations over the past year between Kota training techniques learned and ADHD habit-forming/pattern-breaking. Something like, Everything I Need to Know About Leveraging High Functioning Adult ADHD I Learned at CaliK9

Does making the truth harder to find also make it harder to accept?

Sooo… Israel’s latest great idea is to make the Gaza Strip, which we all remember is smaller than San Jose, an even smaller cage.

Uncertainty doesn’t create opportunity, it accompanies it.

When you were about to do a contextless, zero participation complete-the-lyric game with yourself and the one fella eying your stream at the time… but, upon checking which artist you had in your head, you realize the song is too obscure to pretend to play a contextless complete-the-lyric game.

Side note: if FFS still lacks a dictionary entry, go on and give it one. This is how language works.

Do you like watching movies? Is it more fun with others? What about having a subwoofer shake your squishy bits like a park ride? Do you suppose earmuffs and a pair of ski goggles might hamper the experience? Then, maybe shut TF up about Netflix not making an app FFS.

Been awhile since the meaning of a word I oughta remember surprised me.

Bringing back out our favorite South Carolina token holding his South Carolina token, seeing as he wants to stay relevant.

Bless your hearts. Honestly… I hadn’t realized the world was this fucking stupid.

When you have to explain your cleverness.

I mean… here comes two cents worth of priceless to be layed face down upon the pavement and passively dismissed by disinterested eyes … 2024 shall see the first US election since I became voter eligible (1996) to boast the following characteristics:

• Being politically misinformed is tantamount to voting against your own interests (historically one may have been misinformed with their vote unimpacted… the dual reality inversion breaks this).
• Being politically uninformed leaves you vulnerable (as it has always done) to gut-voting against your own interests.

where voting against one’s own interests carries the following characteristics, itself, for the first time since I became voter eligible:

• Successfully voting against your own interests will make your life noticeably worse short term.
• Successfully voting against your own interests will fuck your legacy up long term, forcing your children’s generation to redirect their efforts away from progress into national trauma recovery.
• Successfully voting against your own interests could feasibly contribute to constitutional collapse and uncivil war.

If time isn’t linear, how TF do video shuttles work?

If Siri knows when I stand up, she oughta be able to remind me to do shit the next time I get up to go somewhere. Just sayin’.

If your high octane (and spontaneously batshit) pooch, upon your approach, looks up at you with eyes that say, “Oh, shit… don’t engage. I’m sure he’s harmless; but, that is just too much energy.”, you might be #ADHD.

How far I got in embarrassingly offering up a free watch face consisting of a 24 image art carousel while I was playing around with sharing before platform limitations thankfully cut the process short (I’d just made one capturing sixteen frames of one of my animations).