A mondegreen that I’ve been trying to get fixed for a while now:

In “Little Melancholy” by Tessa Rose Jackson, it’s written:

Call me conflicted, call me undone
I’ve been in rough water more than a monster
Older now I’ve learned everyone bleeds
A little broken, little melancholy

https://genius.com/Tessa-rose-jackson-and-ffm-little-melancholy-lyrics

And I’m absolutely positive the song is actually

Call me conflicted, call me undone
I’ve been in rough water more than once
Still holding on, I’ve learned everyone bleeds
A little broken, little melancholy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_raMq5DH-Fg

I don’t play AI slop.

I like my couch the same way I like my dinner: unfucked.

EGG

eggeggeggeggegg

incoherent screaming

slapslapslapslapeggslap

Trans people, on the other hand, can.

And we’re gonna burn it all down.

I am a leftist in thought, inspiration, and action, and my short term goals include the woodchipping of the entire Heritage Foundation, bunch of absolute ghouls they are;

but I have recently been humbled and realized I know *jack shit* about geopolitics and international history. That’s what I’m reading. Books, theory, education.

I’m still here, just not participating.

I can see that I’m not as well-read on the state of affairs as everyone else, and also I just noticed that I’m on .ml.

My apologies. I’ll remove myself from this instance until I am less ignorant about the world I live in.

Now that the Red Scare is largely over, the United States is being dismantled by a compromised president controlled by Russia in the 21st century.

Born too early to see the US being dismantled by Russia, born too late to see the US being dismantled by Russia, born just in time to see the US being dismantled by Russia.

I am ignorant of modern geopolitics. Have no pity for me. I will go learn.

One time I took an illicitly-offered adderall.

The silence in my mind was amazing, the calm was as far as I could reach. I could summon a thought into my otherwise blank workspace, and it would stay there until I was done with it, never being jostled or shoved by unbidden thoughts.

It was lovely.

My neurotypical friends were jazzed about being high; I felt normalcy for the first time.

Life is Strange was perfect.

I also went to Arcadia Bay in real life, and found the most sleepy, boring town with a really good fish and chips joint. Aside from the good food, I came to appreciate more why Max and Chloe yearned to leave.

Old age is a privilege and a skill.

But only insofar as how racists deliberately underfund public schools and other important public society benefits in neighborhoods of color.

There’s a saying in America, “the number one predictor of your success is your zip code.”

Fuck racists.

仕事の時には英語だけで、暇な時には英語と日本語。

Me too. Except not quietly.

I find myself increasingly annoyed at having to grant copilot licenses for people who are inexplicably overjoyed to have them.

One playthrough in Nier: Automata is about 55 hours. The game subdivides itself into five chapters and gives each one a lettered ending. Stopping at the first ending is akin to stopping the bible at Deuteronomy and saying “neat, I got the whole story.”

Each further chapter is dramatically different than the one that came before.

Counterpoint—I use em-dashes cause I like them, and that makes people think I’m a robot. Fuck ‘em, I can be a robot if I wanna be.

Dream Quest had a similar aesthetic to this. The developer realized he couldn’t draw, had no graphic design sensibilities, but an astounding game design, and he leaned the fuck in.

It rivals Slay the Spire in mechanics, and it rivals my skill with MS Paint!

The honesty is refreshing.