“So, we’re doing yet another plane crash where, err, two famous Vinces crash into each other?”
“Fuck it, no one actually cares anyway”
“I can’t believe I have $250k of college debt from Tisch to be writing this dreck”
“What’s that?”
“Nothing. Pass the drugs over will you?”

“Err, you just said that bro”
“Nah-uh”
“No, you did dude. Like, just now”
“Err, in that case Vince ... Vince … Vaughn.”
“The guy from Anchorman?”
“Yeah man, that film is so funny. Me and my dawgs quote that to each other ALL THE TIME”

“… and make it Vince Neil so we can play some sweet Crüe, maybe a couple of babes with, you know, the big teased out blonde hair. Like my neighbor Mrs Constanza used to have”
*inhales massive line of cheap amphetamines*
“… and who should it run into?”
“Dude, make it Vince Neil from Mötley Crüe”

“So, what happens next?”
“Another plane crash?”
“That’s like the third one this month”
*chugs bottle of Southern Comfort*
“Fuck it, no-one fucking cares anyway”

Did my finger slip? Cue frantic looking through email and checking my account.

No - I realised that the calendar invite was from “Siri Suggestions” (which I presume is part of Apple “Intelligence”) and it had hallucinated that my browsing was somehow booking.

Good 👏 Job

Oh, I'm actually kind of liking it and he user experience is pretty good. I like the fact that things are labelled "Pay attention" not "BAD!" or "Sub-Optimal".

I literally have a box on my timeline that says "It's going to be alright"

Quoting from the post "There's a certain kind of person who's attracted to a shallow, exacting kind of moral purity, and who demonstrates his purity by attacking anyone who breaks the rules"

Hahahahaha *pause* Ahahahahahaha

Have you fucking seen Hacker News you oblivious tapioca brained simpleton?

At some point I think it becomes impossible to tell. But at least it’s *quantified* now.

Again and again. Each iteration he degrades further as a person. A slow descent into inhumanity.

At the end … ego death? But not the freeing, liberating experience. A person completely disconnected from the network of relationships that is society.

… almost not a film but a Jim Jarmusch style series of vignettes where Mark stares into a mirror, tries something new to make people like him, it fails, something inside him dies.

The robotic Congressional appearance, the “hunting my own meat” phase, the bbq sauce thing, the “slathered in zinc” photo, the MMA fight, the T-pain rap, this debasing himself in front of Trump …

It’s the faint reflection of the thumbs up that’s *chef kiss* 🤌