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i really enjoy that i’m experiencing dashcon 2 in the same way that my forefathers experienced the original dashcon: though sporadic bursts in chaotic photos. i have no damn clue what’s going on except the ball pit is tiny, strange aeons won the duel and ousted the muppet joker, there was a live in person kung pow penis, and someone cosplayed the children’s hospital

why couldn’t i get a useful type of autism instead i got “obsessed with the dc metro” autism

It's not our fault. It's just. It's the DC Metro. It's a very good mass transit system and the vibes are also immaculate. The stations are the peak of like...caring brutalism. They're so practical but the intent is obvious. High vaulted ceilings of unpainted concrete like cathedrals where people worship by moving along. They honor this place by leaving it. Those little cutouts in the concrete. A human being designed those places for other human beings with care. Yet they're so clearly not to be lived in. You are not supposed to be here. You are right where you need to be. You're always a stranger in those stations. You're always right at home in them.

The Pope, desperate to avoid ever interacting with JD Vance again, went to the one place the Vice President couldn't follow: heaven.

Not gonna lie, there was a brief moment where I thought the y axis was cruising altitude

I love his stated intention behind these projects, ‘Confuse historians’.

not having the courtesy to send rejection letters should count against your reputation as a company and i’m so serious about that

it’s the rock-bottom bare minimum. “you didn’t get the job, sorry, don’t expect any more correspondence from us.” jobhunting is already so user-hostile and companies are getting way too comfortable showing that they don’t give a fuck