Last Transmission

Being a notorious robotlover in the current state of "AI" is the worst. I love robots discovering how they process their feelings in fiction, but when a chatbot pretends it knows how to love it feels like an insult to the craft

i fear tumblr has this issue where they think being queer or neurodivergent cancels out being racist

honestly "oracle that nobody believes" is such a solid trope. imagine trying to convince anybody in 2006 what the next two decades was gonna look like

I sometimes mumble "never kill yourself" in public but I worry someone will hear a stranger mumbling "kill yourself" and experience distress. I guess I could say "live" instead? It's not the same

a really funny thing about working with seeds in a day to day capacity is that you really need the seeds to stay in one place at any given moment, and the seeds disagree. so it’s just like, seeds end up on the floor. seeds end up on the desk. seeds appear in the crack between the glass plate of the microscope stage and its surrounding metal casing. seeds are around the dumpster outside. sweeping up seeds, patching up bags of seeds, picking seeds off your clothes and from between keyboard keys, very carefully transferring seeds into containers less likely to cause catastrophe should the seeds breach containment, like it’s just an uphill battle built into the work. almost as if the seeds are hyperevolved to disperse themselves or something

On the one hand, i’m amused at the joke. On the other hand, I’m a librarian and this shelving is horrifying.

Well, no shelving system is without fault.

I love finding posts from 2012 cause I think that’s the year I joined this site.

ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know

if you've never been clinically depressed, this is the short version