lu’si.exe

Happy pride everyone!

Just got the roof of my mouth sliced up by a frosted flake, I’m seconds away from becoming unreasonable.

A data center should be burned for every beloved celebrity brought “back to life” as an AI cash grab.

I fucking HATE, nay, I LOATHE this trend where corporations will make advertisements in a TikTok format. In addition to being absolute nails on chalkboard and jingling keys, you can really just tell how cheap the ads are to make. I’m looking at you two: Duet and Microsoft. Fuck. Y’all.

We’ve been saying it for years… PUT YOUR CHILDREN ON TCGs!! They learn to read and comprehend under pressure, they get put in perhaps uncomfortable situations which they must navigate on their own, they at least have to declare their moves and say “good game”, and if they end up really liking the game THEY WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO AFFORD SUBSTANCES AS A MINOR! Get kids off reels and onto that cardboard crack.

Exposed gas lines got me practicing Ānāpānasati, savoring every breath of poisoned air. I live for this, slime.

The only ending I will accept in Cyberpunk 2077 is Don’t Fear the Reaper. It’s the only one that satisfies V’s motivations and Johnny’s vendetta. If you die on your way to the top then oh well, much like the suicide ending you died on your terms and brought some corpo trash with you. Making it through though? It feels so good. From a narrative standpoint V has clawed their way to the top with sheer determination and nothing to lose (even better if you choose the corpo life path because you’re ending right where you started). From a gameplay standpoint it’s pretty fucking hard to survive so you best believe it’s rewarding.

Shoutout to that time a pyramid scheme got uppity and challenged the CCP about a decade after Tiananmen Square. Got to be a top three funniest event in Chinese history.

You ever walk into a room and just think, “damn, these people have never listened to a breakdown”

Playing some ranked before the crack of dawn so I know for sure that my day cannot possibly get any worse.

I regret to inform you that this blog has come under the influence of the King in Yellow.

7-10 minutes is the ideal song length.

I feel like Meshuggah’s lyrics never get quite enough credit, Dancers to a Discordant System is peak dystopian poetry.