Vivid Nothing

Ce n'est pas une chapeau de camionneur.

a crowgod. it looks like a crow with three fused heads, one holding a coin, another a mirror fragment, and the third a scrap of flesh

you have been visited by the crowgod

Like this Post to give the crowgod delicious seeds

Repost this Post to give the crowgod what she actually came here for

Gavin Newsom is actually a perfomative opportunist? Hubbawhaaaa? Who could have known?????

Ordinary food posting? Where crab?? (It looks amazing.)

I should call in and just read the definition of "representative" repeatedly. Seems the word has become vague, idiomatic, for them.

I know that, in the grand scheme of current events, my plights are quite minor. But... I'm not stoked about the increasingly likely prospect of suddenly becoming a citizen of a foreign adversary within the nation I currently reside.

Never forget the countless "good guys" who have access to all the dirt and smoking guns but keep it to their chest because they are cowards and/or opportunists. If we come out of this alive, don't let them off.

I prefer the unmarked parking lot approach. Don't want to spend my twilight years wondering if someone has a piece of White House because they are a "History Buff".

Was gonna follow you and turns out I already was! So as a boring aside; I've always thought in an ideal universe, a film adaptation of Metroid would be a deeply thoughtful and introspective visual poem disguised as an action film. This work vibes with that tone for me.

This remained true even that one time it was replaced by "Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen?" by Rammstein.

A screenshot of "The Heavy" from the "Meet The Heavy" promo for the video game "Team Fortress 2". Further details deliberately left unstated as part of the standard formula for referential humor. IYKYK, as the kids say.

Absolute immunity, you say?

It's crazy how the only things I want to say are almost exclusively ban-worthy.

The finale of Plur1bus has the only example I know of a Chekhov's "Chekhov's Gun". Bravo, Vince.

Waiting for the (improbable day) I don't viscerally hate someone on my team...

Prosaic thoughts:

Overspecification of endemic and systemic issues allows functional powers to absolve themselves of responsibility or efficacy.

The death of community is super set to the "male loneliness epidemic", but by framing it as only that, it makes it easier to deny, attack, ignore, etc.

Insofar as anything, nothing does.

The broad popular misunderstanding of what LLMs do, or don't do, has made the strongest case in decades for the inclusion of philosophy in public education.

The Philosophical Zombie is dangerously close to relevance.

In an ideal universe, earnest artists would not be put into a position where they need AI to give them a boost. In a less ideal universe, they would be able to leverage AI to overcome some of their systemic obstacles. In this universe, it just feeds yet another empty, cannibalistic consumer complex.

No one is talking about the immutable ontological loneliness epidemic.

We're all just formal systems unable to prove our own consistency.

I exist in that incredibly dull space between expertise and insanity. I live in a world, that from my perspective, is infinitely many accurate but disappointing shrugs. No great ideas or ability and no delusion to think that they are anyway.

gaps in the whalesongs
accounts, no longer active
lost friends. and silence

we listen for them
but hear only the hunger
quiet, broken sobs

old quoteposts, broken
old songs, forgotten from tongues
connections decay

there are no good ends
there are no endings at all
I wish that that helped

Let's see if I find social media engaging yet.

Nope.

Turmeric is nice.

I wish to be alone so that I no longer have to pretend that I'm not.

If your constituents are angry about something and your response is to defend yourself, get out of the way.

He's surrounded by disinformation the same way a bomb is surrounded by debris.

I've recused myself from my own life.

I used to be clever and now I’m tired

I don't pretend to have any power to offer consolation or comfort, but for what it's worth, I feel this so closely I've said the same thing in different words. I sometimes have a hard time believing there is continuity between me-before and me-now, like a chameleon imperceptibly changing color.