Cameron Lauder

This is Charles Clyde Ebbets, the photographer who took the iconic “Lunch atop a Skyscraper” picture. Look at this fearless, dapper fuck wearing spats, suspenders, and a tie 850 feet above the ground. Absolute legend.

Sorry for the double post I’m writing this on the toilet.

I think the biggest problem I’ve had, if I was to really be honest with myself and became committed to growth and difficult change, is that my commander decks are too prosocial.

Pornhub has released the top most searched terms in the United States and every state searched “industrial crane lifting a dark and dripping shape from an unquiet sea” bc America is going through it,

Maybe the only good thing AI has done for me is make me realize how deeply I need to get back into reading, tactile hobbies, and whatever other practices help me get offline.

no longer have to wait for the jag when you can just ask jAIg

Hi humanity, it's me again – the demiurge. Good job on finding the activation phrase ("airport lounge workout area"). You've now completely plumbed the possibilities of depravity within your hellish false reality, so please stand by as I unlock depravity level 2. Again, congratulations!

Oprah Pursues Dr. Phil On Ship Through Arctic THE ARCTIC CIRCLE—With a vow to destroy the abomination she had created if it was the last thing she ever did, television host Oprah Winfrey has spent weeks on a ship pursuing Dr. Phil through the Arc...

“I brought this horrid creature into the world, and now I must take him out!” Winfrey said

Always was

Before language, there was just
the peculiar house of nerves.
Now the world is buried in me, to the hilt.

(from Jenny George's "Sword Swallower")

every single goddamn time i see somebody mention N. K. Jemisin i think about her criticizing the story and then tweeting “well I didn’t read it but”

the twelfth night party in The Dead

Thank you! I used an airbrush to do the initial gradient from a dark purple through a turquoise to a bright jade green, then glazed and blended the colours to make them a bit brighter and ended with a highlight.

A photo of warhammer forty thousand dolls

Okay I know that I said brushes down on these little guys but what if — and this is a big what if but what if I was incapable of ever not tinkering with things in minute and potentially destructive ways?

A drawing of the Enterprise E from behind, with a pinky/purpley space backdrop including a large planet just poking into frame from above. Text says: "Much like the Federation, I too have lofty ideals and no money."

[prepares to enter magic discourse by stretching for 15 minutes making sounds like the Quake guy falling off a 30-storey building] gran-gran having two toughness is a design error on par with oko

Getting renditioned by a sec special forces team for insider trading on my own appallingly bad posts.

Every morning I walk down to the ninth circle to chip pure clean spring water from the frozen lake of cocytus. The ice pick frees the mouth of an aristocrat who shouts his innocence in renaissance italian. A devil’s curling stone careens off the back of his head and he starts crying, ruining my ice.

It was way too difficult to find a well-reviewed gooseneck kettle that does not have a goddamned internet connection and an app. It’s a kettle. It does not need an app. This is hell we’re in hell.

This exact experience, occurring repeatedly without compassion or justice, has been a thumb on my biographical scale.

morning people have had it too good for too long

Possibly my favourite. Probably.

We shed as we pick up, like travelers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. Ancient cures for diseases will reveal themselves once more. Mathematical discoveries glimpsed and lost to view will have their time again. You do not suppose, my lady, that if all Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for corkscrew?

Arcadia.

“Here I am in Arcadia”

rip Tom Stoppard

My hand holding a shortbread cookie in the shape of an airplane. There are red sprinkles in the pattern of the survivorship bias plane.

A plate of the same cookies.

Does anyone want a survivorship bias shortbread

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