I actually hate so much that some people sold me on the idea that this was a world where I could be directed towards the right problems, and we could have real conversations with each other about how to fix them, and then do the work that we each know how to do to head in the direction of making things better, and now those people have disappeared, and they've been replaced by demons who want me to sit in front of a slot machine and wither away while my face gets replaced with a grimace that thanks them for giving me a nice house or the ability to visit other countries or whatever, and the result of what we do is unrequested, unreliable, and unauthored. like what the fuck is any of this for.

I have to listen to my colleagues give the speech that they give in zombie movies while the other person is crying and shaking their head and then caves their head in with a pickaxe, except instead I'm just supposed to walk away and let them become these weird shells of people who think they're having meaningful conversations with computer programs. it fucking sucks to be the human in this situation.

I would love to be comfortable doing dev rel for the fungal brain mold. It must be exciting to be an Emissary for the Wallet Inspector? lit as hell to be on the street team for getting kicked in the head

I never see you in the my youtube watch later

when a device has to be plugged in with a cord: ugh, such a chore. I'm always having to manage this. And then when I need it? So much work to untether it...

when a device has Qi charging: this little guy has a home where he has to go and sleep :)

me meeting the head of my local chamber of commerce: it is through a new examining of the theory of the mind that man will enter a new era
me at home: biz markie is short for business marketplace

remembering when the kids from one family in my neighborhood told me how they'd just pause the video game and leave the nintendo on while turning the TV off (or not) until they came back to play more and it sounded somehow evil to me

introducing "mark"

thinking about joining the street team for getting kicked in the head. it's an unpaid gig but appears to be VERY fulfilling

it's finally the abandoned mall era of the metaverse. I've dedicated my life to scavenging the ruins of some disgusting diagon alley-ass open air mall that TO BE CLEAR DOES NOT EXIST where a facebook employee spent a week modeling as a proof of concept and then suddenly learned was going live!!!! in order!!! to provide a lobby for!! a co-branded avicii 360° video concert experience! embedded in-platform.

I find 16 clips for my green pistol right inside luigi's (heh) pizza parlor. not bad, for a liberal. still heading towards the radio tower with the flashing light. the air is cold this morning... my breath still visible even though the sun is up. I gotta keep moving.

goofus (lupin) and gallant (tintin)