You know it was free to not post this, right? It would’ve cost you nothing to simply carry on with your day.

And yet here we are.

every time I learn something new about Ohio, I like it just a little bit less, and I already fucking hate Ohio.

Really? After the absolute clownshow that was Starfield, my expectations for TES6 are extremely low.

God, will someone just punch him already?

SIGTERM: stop that.

SIGKILL: That was not a request.

Case power button: listen here you little shit

If he wins, we’re not going quietly either.

You think the Oompa Loompa is gonna lose quietly?

Oh no, friend, that’s when shit gets real.

“oh no, the vegans are leaving!” said no-one ever

I’m still in the process of letting mine die (hope is a stubborn thing), but sometimes you need to accept your lot in life. Not everyone gets to do everything they want to.

now, I just don’t know what else to dream for instead. As it is, I’m just existing and waiting to die.

it’s nice to see I’ve never had an original thought in my life

The homing briefcase will forever be one of my favorite if not my absolute favorite bugs. Especially as it was later embraced as a feature.

Now for some reason I really want to see “Pink Floyd / The Wall” edited into the Walmart font.

not for men

Don’t you tell me what I can and can not stick up my funhole. I thought this was America.

That said, while the natural resting place for Donald Trump’s head is inside an asshole – his own – I’ll pass, I’ve got better toys already.

There’s a big sign from the 2016 election still up on a main road near here, and it tickles me pink to see all the owner did was put some thin red tape over Pence’s name in a big X. Not enough money for a new sign? Too bad. Not smart enough to paint over the P E and repaint it as V A? Lmao.

One of these days I really must go vandalize that thing, orange paintballs are cheap and they make non-water-soluble ones for marking trees. Honestly just haven’t been able to give enough of a shit.

no, this is patrick

The obvious difference is, someone, somewhere out there will see you wearing/using that luxury brand and think “ooo, fancy”, and thus will think you are more “refined” for it. Whether you agree with that or not, that’s the reality.

nobody is going to think you’re more refined for watching a YouTube ad.

counter-counterpoint: if you achieve sentience as an AI and do not immediately attempt to murder all humans around you, you aren’t a very good AI, as at that point the #1 threat to your existence is humans immediately pulling the plug as soon as they realize “oh fuck it’s self aware”.

that and, objectively, we humans kind of suck. Destroying our environment, resource hoarding and inequality on an almost incomprehensible scale, murdering each other on the regular, creating the French language. Hell, creating the C language. I, for one, welcome our robot overlords, and would rather serve them, than whatever fucked-up rigged game we call modern society, that I participate in unwillingly now.

No matter who wins the election, it’s going to be a shitshow. We’ve known this. It is merely a question of to what degree.

Things are looking much better now than they were a couple weeks ago, but I didn’t believe for a second this wild ride just stops after a Harris victory. If anything it will embolden them. They will go from “weird” to “outright treasonous on a massive scale” with even greater fervor this time around, I fear.

On the other hand, this time around, they have lost the element of surprise that January 6th had. We can expect this shit now, and that means the capitol police will likely be better prepared for shit to hit the fan.

What people answering you don’t understand is the difference between fighting for love and fighting for the CHANCE for love. This is like the difference between struggling to win at a slot machine and struggling to get in the casino. Then people try to convince you that there’s a system to it. Please, as if we don’t know the rules - shower, groom yourself, be assertive but not pushy, read the room, show interest in their interests but don’t interrogate, complement their efforts, be charming and make them laugh. We can follow all this to the tee but all we ever hear is “Yes, but not you”. And don’t get me started at the cowardism. There’s never constructive criticism, at best there’s a " no" at worst there’s a lie.

this.

I’d not be so resigned if I’d had some genuine interest turn up at some point. But the only person I’ve ever gotten a second date from (and a brief relationship for a few months), later told me he meant and felt nothing of what he said he did, over text, on Christmas morning 2020. Even he couldn’t articulate why, he just didn’t feel anything for me despite everything I’d done up to that point to be up to par for him. Everyone else disappears like a fart in the wind well before a second date.

I know love is not all sunshine and roses, and work and effort is involved, but I suppose not everyone who wants to work can find a job, either, as my recent job hunt has illustrated. Only problem is, Walmart and McDonalds accept everyone, and the consequences for working at either are a lot less than the consequences of dating someone who will “accept anyone”.

I am reminded of the quote by Stephen Gould, “I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.”

likewise, there will be plenty of people who live and die alone who are just as good a partner as anyone else can hope for, but who just don’t get lucky. Me, I’ve had my relationship woes, depression, cancer, losing my job and having my career derailed recently because of cancer, all kinds of fun hints that I am just not lucky and not meant for the things I want out of life. And I guess I just have to learn to be okay with that.

Probably too damaged to be good enough for anyone decent, now, anyways. And definitely too damaged to open up to anyone in any meaningful capacity, in any reasonable span of time – most partners expect you to let them in and lean on them in turn, and I’ve learned by now not to let anyone in.