I long for the sweet embrace of death

Control is so good bc it's like: what if there was a big fucked up building? And I'm already on board, but then they're like what if the fucked up building was full of fucked up objects? And I'm like holy shit baby I'm already sold. And then they're like wait. You didn't even let me tell you about the people in it. And by this point I'm already deliriously horny but I say okay go on and then the game is like yeah so the people? Fucked up too. And then they flash typography at you that's so fucking stylish you get lightheaded and swoon. That's what Control is like. And it owns

i talk about transitioning and all anyone ever says is "I hope you don't regret it" what if instead we said I hope you love it. I hope it's everything you ever wanted. I hope you live the rest of your life in utter bliss. etc etc.

I hope you transition and I hope it's the best thing you ever did and I hope you never look back and I hope you finally feel comfortable in your own skin

Saw an ad the other day that was like having trouble concentrating at work? Try granola! And for a moment I was like ah a wholesome advertisement... Granola... Good for your brain... Anyway turns out that's the name of an AI assistant

The best part of bad highly collaborative art like movies is that you get people of wildly varying competency so you get to see talent individuals making interesting creative choices get dragged down as the ship piloted and crewed by buffoons steers directly into an iceberg

The best part of bad highly individualized art like novels is that you get a direct look into the very special brains of some of the oddest and most overconfident people on the planet.

The best part of bad commercial art like video games is that you get to witness a production dumpster fire that by any measure of decency should never have seen the light of day but thanks to sunk cost the biggest chumps in the world still gotta try and sell you on it.