death buffer

i did a lot of cohost posts i'm proud of but the compiling shaders one where i repeatedly, manually edited an ascii progress bar to make it seem like something was loading was the best bit by far

arguments are mediated using the five humors (phlegm, blood, yellow bile, black bile, luminiferous aether) and also the secret sixth humor, which together form a system of mutual partial opposition. these are also the stats you use for swordracing.

a swordrace is like a regular marathon except everyone's given a different City Sigil to trace through the streets and you can kill your opponents with a sword. also you run at speeds of up to 900km/h using your BioLegs

so it's simple. you've got to travel to goldenwound, the last city, and defeat or win the favour of the five scions: Kevin McGirlfriend, Dag Malbec, Bronwyn Crimes, The Witch of New Thebes, Wednesday Hotblack, and the secret sixth scion. which you do by winning swordraces and having arguments

the sort of post i'd think about but would never actually hit post on

2030. after posthuman backlash against "Purity Culture", not cheating on your spouse is now a felony offense. The happily monogamous fill Gay America's new gulags... brutal reeducation under the gloating dominance of face-dancing PUAs and psychic sluts. Enter Wife Guy Snake Plissken

taking notes

nonfiction
man, robot and society - masanao toda
empire by invitation: william walker and manifest destiny in central america - michel gobat
the classical plot and the invention of western narrative - nj lowe
97,196 words - emmanuel carrère (this one is also SFF though)

SFF by people who aren't writing SFF
vehicle - jen calleja
the plains - gerald murnane
duplex - kathryn davis
the diver's clothes lie empty - vendela vida
owlish - dorothy tse
the beekeepers - peter redgrove
tell them of battles, kings and elephants - mathias enard

Computer, psychosis practice, 30 minutes. Disengage safety protocols and run program.

loving Husband & Father chased through the streets by powerful coffins snapping their lids at him

"mr young pope... sire... it,s time for yuor snack...." — nun wife of the young pope

under the Secret Feelings Act you HAVE to declare your yearning for me, bro

it took me a second but i can probably get behind "peter thiel secretly funds vampire pornography to normalize vampirism because he is secretly a vampire"

hi, welcome to my creepy-looking house

calling up the police chief to say i think crime is bad while grinning and giving my lawyer a huge thumbs up

I think we have to consider that possibly writing a book entitled "Harry Potter and the..." is what makes people go insane

he’s finally realised that all the uppers and downers he’s been taking have done for his heart

they will be too focussed on the murdering to think of that

they're trying to suppress my powers! 😰

a screenshot of the fucking google ai overview. it's explaining how "gas station dick pills" will not give me "powers"

my favourite guilty pleasure? clicking the "yes, i'm human" button

on the mysterious gameshow, i discovered a horrifying truth

if you time it JUST right the city city monologue fits perfectly with laura palmer's theme

(alt text) a screenshot of a videogame. a silhouetted man wearing a military uniform holds up one fist glowing with a strange power. the caption reads, “DARK HITLER: Yes, you have done well, my child. Now bring me the crystals!” graphics look to be ps2 era

the reveal party for the new album is tomorrow and there's a shadow gathering in the living room, the kind of shadow that the light seems to have no power over

you finally notice the covers of your favourite musician's albums depict her, in order: levering herself out of a river, sprinting slick apelike naked through the street; overturning a cop car with a swipe of her hand; skidding into your street; tearing your door off its hinges. you painted it pink

i fought alongside your father in the gemstone wars

i never heard of this "clavicular" person before today but it's wild how every sentence in his wikipedia page seems to come from a different nightmare

short story - “suicide vest”