otherwise known as emily

physically? im here, but mentally im in a renaissance painting wearing a silk dress and looking wistfully into the distance

i'd rather see 1000 graffiti penises than 1 product billboard. i'd live in dick city if it meant i could avoid advertisements in my daily life.

Calling it, this is the fucking Information Age Collapse. Bronze Age Collapse 2.0. We have three or so generations of this shit while everything slowly breaks and then in 1k years archaeologists will be unearthing hard drives and cursing us for putting all our information in such shitty, easily degraded media instead of etching it into metal and stone like a sensible civilisation.

I wrote this before AI started flooding image search results and writing web pages. I expected the problem to be entirely physical (or at least when it was software, a matter of software incompatibility as software stopped being supported), in the future. Didn’t foresee us turning our own records to soup for no particular reason while we were still using them.

Gonna publish a special “clay tablets” edition of my novel and then chuck it down a well.

If you think about it, the phrase “a bowl of mac and cheese” fits the format for generic YA fantasy titles

The anti-car culture on this website is so fucking annoying. Like, sorry I want to be able to get around without having to spend two hours taking three buses. Sorry I want to be able to go grocery shopping in the winter without having to lug heavy bags home through the snow on a fucking bike