major tom to ground control

if I just had the presence of mind and the wherewithal and the chutzpah and the bandwidth and the executive function and the energy and the mental resources and the spoons and the right attitude and the capacity and the gumption and th

got "pal'd" at the grocery store. told the employee thanks for directing me to the granola at winco and he went "no problem pal! :D" and i was like fuck I gotta say pal more. thats a damn fine word right there.

eyes emoji was the perfect invention for nosy people. like 👀 whats going on over here 👀👀 i just wanna know #LetMeKnow 👀👀👀

It's not just rude to make me read something you didn't want to write. It is that you expect me to respond to your email written by Claude. You don't even want me to talk to you. You want me to talk to Claude so that you can make Claude respond for you. It is rude to expect me to talk to a chatbot when I wanted to talk to you.

It is also rude for you to receive correspondence or documents from me and have your chatbot of choice determine what to do with them without them ever being examined by a person, whether the chatbot also writes a response for you or not.

When I say "I'm in the Zone" I mean the Zone from Roadside picnic/the Stalker (1979) movie. There's strange shit and I might die. Zone 👍

Death is a natural part of life. Not your death though. Your death is gonna be super fucked up.