Yes, we all receive eagles when we turn 18. The rich get bald eagles and those on the poorer side only get pygmy eagles, though you can upgrade later. It’s a whole thing here.

I called my eagle Squawkmaster.

‘Our Oppenheimer moment’ — In Ukraine, the robot wars have already begun.

You had the perfect opportunity to write, “Begun already the robot wars have” and you totally blew it. Shame, shame. I will never forgive you for this transgression.

It’s a weird feeling when people tell you something is “impossible,” but you find it quite easy?

Not just to brag, but it causes what I like to call “cogdiss” — that is, cognitive dissonance. Are they taking the piss? Do they really believe it? Either way, clownish.

Most people are absurdly concerned with making boundaries rather than exploring what’s possible.

I don’t want to live in HR world.

Dang. Just broke Safari. Too many tabs open. Using nearly 38GB of mem. Wacky.

Kept track this time. I listened to all or part of 273 new (to me) songs tonight.

And that’s how you do it.

Another “impossible” celebrity workout knocked out. No sweat (because I don’t really sweat ever).

That’s it. And y’all think shaving your legs and doing your hair is hard. Fucking LOL. Try years of rejection and effort, often for very little. Shows how little most women know about men’s lives, really.

And as I’ve already said, being unused to it, very many women cannot handle rejection. The more attractive the woman, the more traumatizing it is too (for her) and the more likely she is to go nuclear and attempt to destroy your life if you reject her.

What happened to the Red Lobster of the ’80s and ‘90s? Like so many beloved brands, it got caught in the net of private equity before being reeled in and gutted.

Yep. Didn’t have a fucking thing to do with all-you-can-eat shrimp. That’s a PR plant to take the focus off private equity. Know how I know this? Because all the news stories on various sites read exactly the same. That’s a clear sign. And because I used to write press releases for the US Army all the time and it was always funny to see some lazy journalist use my press release verbatim in “their” story — so I am accustomed to looking for such things.

The signs are obvious if you can read them (guess that’s always true of signs though).

Nearly everything has a price. I was thinking how much cold hard cash it’d take for me to get a tattoo. For a small one non-visible with normal clothes on, I’d do it for $750,000.

For a larger, visible-with-regular-clothes tattoo (neck tattoo, arms, etc.) I’d do it for $20 million. I’d not get a face tattoo for any price or any other incentive.

I remember when girls dressed like that commonly, and often in far less. For example, it was not at all unusual to see a woman in a bikini in the grocery store at the height of summer in Florida. I don’t think I’ve seen that since the early 2000s.

All those who said times weren’t becoming more puritanical were way, way wrong. When I posited it nearly a decade ago, my correct view was in the minority. Now it’s widely recognized as being right.

As ever, damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

When Do We Stop Finding New Music? A Statistical Analysis.

I listen to hardly any music from my youth. My current favorite songs are all from the last 0-5 years. I consume a wider variety of and more genres of music than I did when I was 18, by far.

Y’all motherfuckers boring.

I know no one wants to hear this, but we need to be building so, so many fast attack subs, drones and missiles now. We are fucking around and it’s not gonna be pretty when we find out.

The first ten on today’s playlist:

What’s the weirdest thing a woman has told you means “you’re not a real man”?

Which incident you want? Women love this one.

A few times it was because I knew how to decorate and to cook. In each of these cases, I think it was because I did both better than they knew how to — which I am quite proud of. In life, I’ve found many supposed insults are actually compliments and I take them as such.

When a dumbass maligns you, it’s great praise.