Was This Our Last Covid Surge?
Most likely. Let’s see in about two months.
Day: October 14, 2021, 11:24 PM
Enriching?
People are apparently *very upset* at the idea that going to work might be psychologically enriching, which is really q odd – I have also had DMs along a similar vein. I mean, out of all the things I write about, this doesn't feel like a very controversial thing to say? V strange https://t.co/Knnyus9Je4 pic.twitter.com/fdb7E9KruI
— Jemima Kelly (@jemimajoanna) October 1, 2021
That’s because it’s fucking idiotic and you’re a dipshit.
Thrills of Sorts
Liberals are absolutely fucking hog-wild obsessed with how much they are going to have to take away from everyone. They love writing about it, love thinking about it. I truly do think it’s some sort of sexual thrill for them. The way a lot of them go on about it, I get the sense that at least half of them are furiously masturbating as they do so. I am totally not kidding about that.
It’s just the strangest thing.
Mn
(I just poked around in my books and briefly online to try to figure out what gives blue spot jasper its color, and I came up empty. If anybody knows, please say!)
— Emily Lakdawalla (@elakdawalla) October 12, 2021
Manganese oxide.
Old Hab
I think part of why I'm so obsessed with multi-tasking and doing 5 things at once is I grew up in the dial-up era and I'll click a link and then go "let me edit this text file while I wait for that to load" but now I have, like, broadband internet
— foone (@Foone) October 14, 2021
Oh yeah, that’s exactly right. I have the same tendencies and it’s because I dealt with dial-up for so many years, first on BBSes and then for internet connectivity.
Old habits die hard. Or not at all.
Jen R
All this ascetic nonsense makes me want to hop a flight to Germany and go watch a Jennifer Rostock concert. Dang, you people are wild.
Emp
Most people really cannot understand that other people actually do like other things than they themselves do. Really cannot.
Big No
#sciencehottakesfor200lavar https://t.co/pukjGNf5lk
— Drug Monkey (@drugmonkeyblog) October 11, 2021
Ah, bullshit. Totally.
I love talks in the flesh. The experience of being there and listening to someone in person is so fucking totally different than some Zoom glitchy poor-audio squawkbox experience. I’m really tired already of this neo-puritan monastic busted-ass nonsense. Next, these mooks will be telling me that concerts are terrible and that drooling and watching YouTube is just as good. I think so.
I mean, what the fuck. What the hell is wrong with these people? Do they really love sitting on their asses at home so much, and conclude that everyone else is just pretending not to enjoy this cursed existence?
Need to get to some conferences soon because I enjoy them and because it pisses off the right people. And do more travel, too, for the same reasons.
I got no interest in Hamilton, but exactly:
No way. The exact same talk is much more boring on zoom than it is in person. It's the difference between seeing Hamilton live on Broadway and seeing a grainy version on a little window in youtube from someone who filmed it with their phone.
— Neuro Polarbear (@NeuroPolarbear) October 11, 2021
Illwoman
Wow this person sounds vile and also mentally ill.
Glad I haven’t read any of her novels and now I deifnitely plan to avoid them. I think this is not satire? I don’t think it is but it’s just so hard to tell these days.
The whole jumbled jeremiad conflates all sorts of unrelated experiences and events that basically amount to: if someone finds it fun, it’s bad. Very, very bad. This matches the modern liberal anchorite ascetic tendencies perfectly, and the overarching desire to take away things from people. These neo-puritan urges are worrying because it leads to be atrocious decision-making that harms everyone and any possibility of a better future.
This is one of those “smart people” essays where the vocabulary is capacious but the actual content is lacking; it impresses simpletons but leaves anyone with a few brain cells to rub together wondering what all the fuss is about.
“We could just stay home and listen to Scarlatti….”
Oh shut up. Just shut up. You aren’t impressing anyone. And it’s not even good essay writing. What’s that phrase connected to, what does it have to do with anything that follows? The essay is an unstructured mess of lists of items the author personally hates, two dollar words that are unnecessary and add nothing, and has the repetitiveness of a 1950s pop song. If I were teaching English 101, I’d grade it an “F” apart from the content itself
My brain regrets that it has any part of this utter trash now encoded within it. Need a delete function.