I am now older than Taylor Swift was when I made this post, and y’all, I’m sorry to say that I did not Have Enough Time

the two genders:
1. The worst thing that ever happened to you is that you didn’t go to an ivy
2. The worst thing that ever happened to you is that you went to an ivy

my friends,, if you propose a new method, I want you to make sure that, when you make a table with your method vs INDUSTRY STANDARD, that your method is actually better than INDUSTRY STANDARD

sry for the surge in usage bluesky, hope your burst horizontal scaling is in order

forgive me bing for I have dunked, it has been 23 seconds since my last bingfession

those that continue to follow me: cool, good. Excellent

those that are not following me: craven, despicable. Cowardly

it is incredibly cursed that Palmer Luckey is younger than me

“Post what you want to see more of” leads inexorably to the mitigation that anyone who engages in dunking should have the font size of their posts reduced by one

everyone should lose all of their follows/followers every week, submit to chaos, let entropy reign

*C# three octaves above middle C*

_they didn’t want you to see this_

*car driving fast, dodging and weaving between other cars*

_it wasn’t supposed to be this way_

*quick cuts of women in neoVictorian dresses baring their fangs*

_but that doesn’t mean you can’t Ascend_

*slow zoom away of this*

me wading into the iq discourse

me wading out of the iq discourse, legs covered in slime, stained, wet fabric clinging to my legs, shoes squeaking with foamy discharge

it’s like new car smell except the car is a sprawling web of partially instantiated, interdependent social graphs, and the newness is those social graphs not yet blooming into that inevitable, insufferable Cold War that always occurs when more than one hundred people occupy the same space

influential philosophy paper entitled “The Pugnant Conclusion”

follow me, cowards, follow me so hard your finger develops a callus upon the touch, so hard an anxiety creeps into the corner of your mind—did he post, did he like, did he follow, does he know, does he know what I did? Does he know where it is? Does he know what I am? Where am I? Where am I? Where a

you should cultivate a hobby you enjoy for its own sake

yes, for dumb existential ai reasons, but also entirely independently of that, because it is a good idea

vagueposting like it’s 2007

most papers are a waste of time and that’s okay

it’s like a land grab, except the land is free and fake and real