Changers

A rare person who actually knows what he is talking about. There was indeed an unusual burst of creativity and just weirdness from 1989-1997 or so, but it was quickly squelched.

Interesting how corporate takeovers always result in the disappearance and diminishment of women, innit? I don’t quite understand why that is the case, but seems to be the inevitable result. Are men just more predictable in corporate eyes or what?

Driveway

I’m not a heavy or frequent drinker, but if I have three drinks in an hour, I’m only very slightly tipsy and can walk fine, and have very few noticeable effects. No one would even know unless I told them. I weigh 165 pounds, but am apparently pretty alcohol-tolerant (no, I would not drive after drinking).

It might be genetic? My dad could drink an entire six pack of beer and no one could even tell. He just basically did not get noticeably drunk.

No Demos

Same. I no longer am an adherent of liberalism or supportive of democracy — but take both leanings with a huge grain of salt as I have no idea what better system might replace them. All I know is that they are in a probably-permanent irresolvable failure state now as our technology and culture has exceeded what they are capable of handling ideologically and systemically.

What will replace them? Something absolutely will, either of our deliberate making or not.

Like Cher

BELIEVE SCIENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

*Where science means my weird prudish moralizing, my paranoia that’s justified by something I read on a Facebook page set up by the CCP, while defining “science” as “anything that’s the harshest possible, and takes away the most from the most people, particularly women and children.”

So Wow!

You have not lived — merely existed — until you’ve experienced the awesome flavor of this industrial aftermath. Behold, dear readers:

There are no words for how Cheese Wow! changes you. There is only the analogy of the creeping oblivion that spiders across the wall behind you as you slumber, looming, expectant — eager even — and then when you give in to the temptation and dispense some Cheese Wow! into your mouth, the phantasm strikes, and the devourer is in fact not you but Cheese Wow! Your life is then consumed by regrets and your existence revealed as a meaningless and flimsy sham as Cheese Wow! opens the true abhorrence of the universe to your eyes — eyes that can never again be shut against this revelation.

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I’ve heard: “Why are you reading that?”

“Why do you know that?”

“Why would anyone want to learn about that?”

Etc. I think most of the hatred of Musk and even government-funded space exploration in general is related to this.