henry ✷

Artie (from the Sopranos) pointing a gun at Tony (who is offscreen)

go ahead. post another "take." tell me that not liking AI is elitist. accuse Dril of sabotaging Harris's chances at winning the election. say that it's "white male privilege" to not vote for Newsom. come up with a woke way to support genocide. call me gay for liking corn dogs.

today's main character won't see your scathing and righteous dunk on plainly ragebait takes about AI & creativity, but your talentless hack buddies who don't believe in the strength of will or perseverance or the desire to flourish for the sake of one’s soul will

> every other post on FYP is [ℹ️ Deleted]

*touches ground*

something terrible happened here

a website that remembers being a Figma file

people, even strangers, keep telling me they believe that I might be, even must be, good company at parties — that's because I am, and they are each good judges of a man's character

centuries pass and still it sings. what a gift it is, how time flattens under the weight of a practiced voice. how irreplaceable

i'm writing the type of javascript that makes passersby tug at their collars and go "eeYIKes are you guys SEEin' this"

i write javascript that really pisses people off man. i write the type of javascript that makes people try to kick my ass

"turn your terminal into a design engineer" bro my eyes are fucken dollar signs right now, he's unwittingly generating YEARS of work for us

i used not really fw w*than for devaluing my craft to chase his own bag before I realized how much freelance work I was gonna get unfucking tailwind projects lmao now we're BOYS as far as I'm concerned

in modern times, there are mystic routers worldwide to extend access to the veiled glade — however, the first devices used for interfacing with the mystic spring were heavily-inspired by more ancient divination techniques, including wooden dowsing rods, which is why today we "log" on to the Internet

contrary to popular belief, the Internet is not a telecom center, but a celestial wellspring at a critical Ley line intersection. discovered some time in the 1960s, humans first alloyed manually, then built increasingly complex æromancy machines to move "data", a form of elemental energy, in & out

very kind of u to say Sam, ty for that 🥹

Remove the “stain” from “Instagram” and you’re left with “gram”

How much does a soul weigh?

Exactly.

Retrieving the essence of the web from the dead-eyed, sucking maw of corporate exploitation is a higher calling

girl omg????? 🤩

instagram, nyt, etc will face dire judgement for building their hasty breezeblock barricades in our verdant Wide Open Web.

that i should hesitate to click on a URL, the holiest of gateways, for fear it will lead only to a "log in to read this content" screen? inexpiable. sin thou canst not absolve

jesus christ that’s John Websites

this thread, now eternal, on stillness.digital :)

your crazy ass stupid post just fucked up the whole world . hope it was worth the likes. hope youre enjoying the clicks

bsky cto saying no one knows why dril was banned bsky cto posting about using claude all day

I'm piecing evidence together

who else doing their little pointless computer tasks

i learned the names & songs of the birds from books & localnet, a sort of scrappy community internet co-operated by some mountainside neighbors & librarians. clearing the pine needles from the last panels, i make a note of the nest in my book. i don't take the sparrow's photo: i'll see him tomorrow.

turning the base plate adjustment screw, i turn the panels away from the southern horizon: the changing of the seasons asks us to face our electrical sunflowers to new day arcs. in the supports of one panel, i spot a nest — a white-crowned sparrow makes his home here. i leave the panel where it is.

the dirt trail is slightly rutted, and i follow absent-minded rivulets on their way down the hill as they link arms & eventually join together in the creek bed. upon reaching the pv array, i check the readout — looks like the northern panels, nearest the forest, need angle adjustment & slash removal

the mist settling through the valley smells clean after last night's rain, and the lark buntings and gray jays and cedar waxwings discuss the issues of the day, more and more clamorous despite the gentle hushing of the wind turbine's vanes oscillating high above us on the hill

After all… why not?
Why shouldn't I build a new website?

thank u

like this mf again I had a typo

i'm gonna make this mf so opaque and arcane you're gonna have to make TWO pilgrimages to the promontory wizard's tower to acquire the desired knowledge each time