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My favorite poetry is weird

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love it when people link wikipedia pages instead of explaining the point. The url alone conveys so much disdain and contempt. Here is the information you desire, i found it with ease.
“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know
Just watched Adam Conover (of Adam Ruins Everything) make such a solid point that I think we should spread far and wide. Yes, having AI write your emails is lazy, sure, but people love being lazy. We need to really emphasize that sending AI emails (or using AI responses on social media, or publishing AI flyers, or or or) is rude.
It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.
It's rude.
Listening through dungeon crawler carl RN and I just KNOW the author had to have some massive fuckass document called like, "dungeon hoarder Carl's bullshit inventory"
That man stashes EVERYTHING and then spends the next hundred chapters randomly pulling something out he snatched like two books ago.
His inventory is just 10000000 checkov's guns. I love it.

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You know I think Mordecai KNEW.
I think he knew when Carl, having forced his way into the safe room on the first floor only to hear 'those monsters chasing you will likely be back with backup'
Fucking TURNED AROUND
LEFT THE SAFEROOM
AND MADE SURE THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS
Before coming back to have his little 'ZOMG wtf' freakout and also feed his ex girlfriend's cat.
Like Mordecai knew THEN that he was dealing with a batshit crazy multifloor survivor. He just didn't let himself fully believe it until floor 3.
weed isnt dangerous because its a "gateway drug" or whatever its dangerous because it puts you in the exact mindset to post song lyrics without context as if it's the sickest thing you've ever heard
christianity being a real facet of peoples lives instead of something you grow out of is killing me what do you mean youre 19 and still believe that mission trips are a positive force in the world
Dang rip America

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i know we’re deep into january now but i hope this year everyone realizes the way ads have started to adjust their tactics. every time i see a post with an ad that looks like it has some kind of unintentional innuendo it makes me groan. “didn’t they know what this looked like before they put out the ad??” yes motherfucker a conference room full of suits pretending to be people all gathered together and said “if we make it look like this guy is blowing someone in our advertisement someone will snap a pic and post it on social media giving us a 1.4% revenue turnaround on our ad campaign investment” they aren’t trying to sell to you anymore they’re just trying to get you to do the work for them and the worst part is it’s been fucking workinggg
In the future, children will think our ways are strange. "Why do old people always grow so much milkweed in their gardens?" they'll say. "Why do old people always write down when the first bees and butterflies show up? Why do old people hate lawn grass so much? Why do old people like to sit outside and watch bees?"
We will try to explain to them that when we were young, most people's yards were almost entirely short grass with barely any flowers at all, and it was so commonplace to spray poisons to kill insects and weeds that it was feared monarch butterflies and American bumblebees would soon go extinct. We will show them pictures of sidewalks, shops, and houses surrounded by empty grass without any flowers or vegetables and they will stare at them like we stared at pictures of grimy children working in coal mines
We will be feeding our grandchildren strawberries and raspberries we grew in our gardens, dragging them along to the farmers' markets for tomatoes and eggs and goats milk and pickles and pecans and salsa and sunflower seed butter and jars of honey, as they complain and drag their feet because Gramma always stands around talking to people for like an HOUR
and we will say "When I was YOUR age, fruits and vegetables came from a supermarket and they were bred to get shipped 1000 miles in a truck and sit on shelves for weeks, and they tasted so sour and watery it was like eating paper compared to these ones. It wasn't even legal in some places to grow your own food"
and they will roll their eyes like yeah yeah just because everything was miserable in the 20s doesn't mean I have to have a smile on my face standing in the hot sun while you listen to that one guy talk about his bees FOREVER
But they will go, because there might be baby goats.
Since I made this post, dozens and dozens of people have left tags telling me that it was the first thing today that made them want to continue living, that it was the first thing that made them consider that they might be okay years in the future, that they might grow old, that it was the first and only post of its kind they'd ever seen—the first post that boldly predicts a future where we make it.
And many other people have been just spitting, foaming at the mouth fucking FURIOUS. How dare I have the audacity to imagine a future where things get better?
Don't I know how BAD things are? Am I not aware of the TERROR and DEVASTATION of climate change and fascism and biodiversity loss? How dare someone be so bold, so callous, as to imagine something other than misery and suicide. How dare someone suggest it will get better. How dare a person propose that there is a future where we will be okay, in the face of so much terror. Hasn't she seen the abyss opening its jaws before us?
Well? What do you think?
Do you think I've seen the abyss?
the role of the person in the passenger seat is not only navigator but secretary as well. you have to type up the drivers messages to random ladies on facebook about cbd cream & google whether that billy joel song was the theme song for that show or not
you also have to provide a henchmans disdainful scowl at whoever the driver is flipping off in the target parking lot
other assorted roles may include
retrieval team for objects in the backseat
custodian of the parking garage tickets
"All clear my way"
en-route dining concierge
announcing "Horses!" when there are horses
Don't forget the Tommy Gun
You should never forget the Tommy Gun
If you are young and fit and healthy, get a hobby you can do while ill. Something that brings you joy and you can still enjoy while laid out with flu or whatever.
Future you will thank you for not pinning your ability to enjoy and get any sense of achievement on having the base energy levels of a teenager.
Sure, you might still be dancing and playing tennis and running marathons in your 80s. Or you might be walking short distances with a cane between breath stops in your 30s, and really glad past-you found those breath stops were so much more enjoyable if you brought a pencil and some paper to draw the pigeons you were sharing a bench with.
a tiny heist went down to rescue Rise and now he's being taken everywhere by Reid Wiseman because he's extremely important (he was supposed to be left on the craft, he has instead been adopted)

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Was at a café with an art exhibition today.
And there was an artist that had eight pieces, seven of which were decent photos and one of which was a photo with an ai background.
And i zeroed in on that ai piece so fast that I didnt even realize they were part of the same collection. Because not only was it ai, but compositon-wise it was much weaker than the others. Because of the AI background, I was aware of its other failures.
And then, because this one seemed so low-effort, I started questioning the legitimacy of his photos, which were perfectly fine and some of them i really liked. Like... not are these ai, but like... are they actually yours?
And then, because I spent so much time on this one guy's poorly composited AI piece, I forgot to enjoy the other artists on that wall.
When I was in art school, they told us that a collection is only as strong as its weakest piece, so when choosing your piece make sure they are a show of your best and that they work together. And I thought that was silly. But now that I see it in action im like... damn, it really does work that way sometimes.