I don’t talk sarcasm. Think a bit and uncrooked your silly talk.
I don’t talk sarcasm. Think a bit and uncrooked your silly talk.
I’m the same way with meditation subs.
Movies have objectively gone to shit.
It’s like our culture got permanently constipated around 1985. The writers born before that are aging out about now.
A creative culture is a relaxed culture with lots of free time. Now it’s common to work 2 jobs and never afford a house.
Maybe a meteor will hit us. I hear there’s an “eclipse” coming soon.
It does not take ambition to enjoy cocaine.
That’s the microwave mind-control transmitters. That’s the feeling they produce. Every major city has one in geosynchronous orbit.
As you might guess, they are wonderful for influencing public opinion.
Conservatism is a strawman at this point. A digital waifu for pubescent moralists.
1000x talk about moral panic than actual moral panic.
Trans is boring.
Food visible from orbiting map satellite is big food
Egan’s version.
Upload everybody on the ship.
Run time at whatever speed.
Rebuild bodies when you get there.
Advantages : tiny, simple ship. No flesh to squish under high acceleration.
Christ, you people will grasp at any straw, no matter how slim. You are shameless.
That’s what every witchburner ever says. Every single one.
Ah, so everybody is like nazis? Possibly.
Tribal, reactionary, conforming, oblivious, obedient, hivemind nazis.
And speaking of nazis, they certainly like their stereotypes too. It’s an interesting parallel that you raise.
Would it be funny if the race/gender was reversed? Would that cause outrage?
Don’t. They’ll just dogpile you. They just want to burn witches.
I’ll have you know that my gurgitation is entirely fresh and original.
I got jumped once.
(Walking home at 3am. Crowd of kids under a streetlight, a dozen. Figured there was a party nearby. I’m walking by, say hi, one kid approaches me, says “hey you got a light”. I aay “nope”. He walks closer and says it again. Then bam, somebody hits me on the head from behind with a bat. I’m out for a couple seconds. Come to with blood everywhere. 2 guys standing over me. One says, “give me your wallet, we know where you live, don’t call the cops, we’ve done this before”. So I give them my wallet and they run away down the street. Then I’m sitting there bleeding for a minute. The crowd is watching all this. Then one says, “I guess we should run”. Then they all leave. Then I get up and walk a block to a friend’s house and call an ambulance.)
Still got the scar.
After that, everybody was a suspect. Everybody I saw got my burning looks.
For about 6 months I was like that.
Thanks. It’s from my old generative art project. Generated in about 0.3 seconds.