Cassie

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in a world of dilettantes, scuzzballs, and so-and-sos, the greatest villain is the perfectionist, whose obsessive laziness is more maladaptive than the sin of simple mediocrity. that said, incompetence should see you beheaded

kill your darlings alongside yourself

Just realized a theorem I've been referencing is called Wilks' theorem and not Wilk's theorem. Embarrasing, but I should have known, every statistician worth a damn has plural ass last names. Wilks, Bayes, Gauss. It's because they exist in every multiverse so that statistical epistemology makes sense. Fuck my stupid chungus life.

nip over to troy, bit of rough and tumble, big horse, bish bash bosh, back home to ithaca. simple as

Schools of philosophy need cooler names. It shouldn't be called structuralism it should be called some shit like the path of the ancient bronze spider.

Then is post structuralism the contemporary bronze spider or the iron spider?

Post structuralism is called the Dragon Dance

no, no, you're thinking of an ntr cultural victory, which is when you get his girlfriend to like you so much she spends more time hanging out with you than with him. ntr scientific victory is when you launch him into space

ntr diplomatic victory is when you give her all of your points and sometimes vote against yourself in the friend group congress to win sympathy points to give to her

so-called "allies" will tell you to "get medicated" as if a thousand bees had not just escaped God's Great Apiary. their little wings and little hearts beat incessantly, desperately; a somatic cacophony of frustration and yearning and ecstasy. would you cage them once more? now that they have tasted free air? now that they gulp it down like a drowning man dying of thirst? I hope I'm never normal again

"bees don't have hearts" you are the problem. their hemolymph is on your hands