Jacked action hero with goon in headlock, in raspy yet firm voice:
Big tech spent thirty years developing ways to track and target people and we were like "well yeah that's why email is free, don't worry it's just marketing"
Does it matter if they are burning or not?
socrates: the unexamined life is not worth living
me, examining life: well this sucks
I love Christopher Guest movies and by their design they were always only as good as the comedic actors involved and it’s one of the absolute purest ways to see just how much people like Catherine O’Hara and Fred Willard brought to the job. It sucks to lose them but it’s also just magic to see them
❤️
Incontinuity.
The Bayeux Tapestry is cool as hell. A 230 foot-long textile account of the Norman Conquest from the 11th C., with lots of fun details, including 626 people, 190 horses, 35 dogs, 32 ships, & 93 penises.
"Are there eels?" you ask. Of course there are eels! Let's take a look! 1/8
🗃️🧪
Pick up the nearest book, turn to page 42, post the second sentence:
“The purpose of using the Animus across the first few games of the series is twofold”
From “everything is permitted: on assassin’s creed” by @ckunzelman.bsky.social which I literally just finished and very much enjoyed
Pick up the nearest book, turn to page 42, post the second sentence:
"Something made him hesitate about going in."
DOOM: Knee Deep in the Dead, by Dafyddab Hugh and Brad Linaweaver, an eye-rollingly awful book written as a blatant cash grab on the back of DOOM's success as a videogame
Pick up the nearest book, turn to page 42, post the second sentence:
"Why, you phony, I'd love to poke you in the snoot!"
From JOB: A Comedy of Justice by Robert A. Heinlein
Pick up the nearest book, turn to page 42, post the second sentence:
"He looked well put-together, but not a walking invitation to robbery."
From The Daughters' War, by @buehlmeister.bsky.social, a fantastic sequel to The Blacktongue Thief, a remarkable book.
We could've had a cyberdeck, mantis blades, and a thermal katana. We could've been discussing the finer points of our "ghosts" in VR space. We could've been zeroing Corpo scum or dodging Netwatch and daemons from beyond the Blackwall.
But no, we're stuck with this fucking shit.
Many years ago, I was on the BART, commuting and reading Porno, by Irvine Welsh, a sequel to Trainspotting in which the lads try to break into the porn business. It was amusing and I was chuckling to myself when I felt that someone was staring at me. Looked up, It was Irvine Welsh, smiling.
Crazy, I was just thinking this.
Lyrics from "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch." In your face, Karloff.
When you think about it, "I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot pole" is a pretty fucking sick burn.
Really wish I had seen this 20 minutes ago.
All that noise, noise, noise.
Anyone who eats pop-tarts is a cannibal.
Hard to overstate how much fun these Strudel live-coding performances are
FRED: You know who really fuckin sucks? My uncle, Ebenezer Scrooge.
FRED'S WIFE: Oh man, fuck that guy, I hope his dick falls into a mud puddle.
SCROOGE: This is what they say about me when I'm out of sight?
GHOST OF XMAS PAST: Well...
FRED: We can totally see you. Get out my house.
This is a solid goddamn joke, right here.
A social media transmissible disease (smtd)
Wish we could believe you, this time.
Still time to get "Too Like the Lightning" on sale for $2.99 on all e-book platforms today, to enjoy some chewy, ideas-rich hopepunk SF!
the lost wisdom of the ancients is all stuff about jacking off
Two. That's when they start disagreeing.
Uno
Aslan is such a prude. Say what you will about the White Witch, she knew how to party.
