I don't know what I'm doing @climbingthepit - Tumblr Blog

God I hate how normalized not being in control of your own devices has become. My phone updates in the middle of the night without asking me shit or getting my consent for anything and its like "Oh hi I'm your new AI, please enjoy this forced overlay that you can't exit out of until you go through my tutorial"

"Great fuck you, I would like to uninstall you" "Oh I'm sorry you can't uninstall me! I'm a core system application and if you uninstall me your phone won't function correctly despite the fact that I did not exist yesterday and your phone worked fine" "....." "You can disable parts of my functionality but I will always be here and I will pop up notifications asking you to re-enable me unless you figure out how to disable those too! Then I will still show up in a different color at the top of your settings application telling you that you need to 'fix" a 'problem' with your phone, that problem being that I am disabled. Does that help?"

Like, you know what I can do on my desktop? "sudo pacman -Rdd linux" , this will just fucking remove the entire linux kernel. Fundamentally breaking my computer until I boot up a live disk and chroot in and reinstall it or whatever, and the computer will go "Are you sure (y/n)" or whatever and i'm like "y" and it will just go "Ok you got it boss"

But its mine, I get to do what I want with it. I control the computer, the computer does not control me. I refuse to cede control to my phone or anything else. The thing is a lot of people will joke that like "Oh I love just letting the machine tell me what to do, I don't know what I'm doing, it knows best" or whatever but the thing you have to realize is that when you say that you are abstracting away that "the phone" or whatever is not some value neutral logic driven robot like from sci-fi, it is a collection of the the capitalistic and fascistic desires of the tech oligarch fuckwits that are burning the world to the ground right now. You aren't submitting to the phone, you are submitting to Musk, Bezos, Nadella, Pichai, Cook and all those other evil bastards.

Fuck them, fuck their little AI toys, and fuck this.

misericordiia

best monster type

juices

ultras (correct)

original flavors

coffee (wtf)

Voting ended onApr 18, 2025

tonguetyd

I. I did not. I did not realize you meant Monster the energy drink.

And monster juices…with what *iiiiiiiii* was thinking….

I’m sorry I’m so sorry

misericordiia

climbingthepit

Full disclosure me too except im not sorry even a little bit

homunculus-argument

I just know that the dudes who make those "girls get 500 compliments a day vs. guy gets one compliment once and cherishes it for the rest of his life" memes put zero effort into their appearance. Like what exactly do you expect people to say? Wow nice plain ill-fitting hoodie, goes great with your basic-ass blue jeans and nondescript haircut. Got some real cool Grey Man vibes going on, you could seamlessly blend into any crowd ever without being seen at all.

Like nobody has any obligation to look any certain way, but you can't expect to be praised for doing something you're not even trying to do. I dress like I got tarred and feathered in a Tim Burton film costume department discard scrap pile, and someone saying they like my style is a biweekly occurrence.

climbingthepit

I do this on purpose because I love not being noticed. I've been getting better and better at this for most of my life and now I can pretty much just turn invisible 👍

The emperor does have clothes actually.

See? He's sporting that 9' khaki strap-on and he's fucking everyone's ass. All good 👍

you cant learn anything useful by throwing yourself farther down the pit. the only thing you'll discover by doing that is the exhilaration of falling such a distance. all you can do with that knowledge is crave the feeling of jumping again.

no, you learn things from the long, slow, painful climb back up the walls of the pit, with its loose dirt and unstable footholds.

it is not worth it to chase the feeling of falling further down the pit. but the experience of climbing back up is priceless.

despite my climbing, i have slipped. once again i am a long, long way down the pit. i want to stop. i want to fall forever, until i eventually find the bottom. god knows how this will end.

god damn this pit. god damn my failures. god damn my deep knowledge of how amazing it feels to fall further. god damn god. god save me

#mental illness #mental health #addiction

lambsprout

teaboot

I tap the mic. “Most people don’t want to crawl down your chimney and steal your dog.”

the crowd murmurs uncertainly.

“If someone wants to steal your dog,” I continue, “there are easier ways to do that. They don’t have to crawl into a chimney.”

Murmuring intensifies. People stand in their seats and begin to boo.

“People disguising themselves as chimney sweepers and stealing dogs is not a rational fear,” I shout. “Literally anyone could steal your dog. Why make sweeping chimneys illegal?”

“I have a list of chimney sweeps who stole dogs from parks!” Someone yells, throwing a shoe.

“You seriously think no chimney sweepers could possibly ever steal from a home?” Another cries.

“Only a dog thief would even want to crawl into a chimney to begin with!” Says a third.

A single tear rolls down my cheek. They are all so fucking stupid

This is a metaphor

lawoftheclaw-deactivated2025073

Any ideas for funny posts i can make?

lawoftheclaw-deactivated2025073

retroactivebakeries

climbingthepit

@relevant-wikipedia-articles

Happy late ides of March <3

apolladay

How many of the 8 As (autism, anxiety, ADHD, aromantic, asexual, agender, agnostic, atheist) do you have?

-0

-1

-2

-3

-4

-5

-6

-7

-8

How many of the 8 As (autism, anxiety, ADHD, aromantic, asexual, agender, agnostic, atheist) do you have?

Voting ended onFeb 8, 2025

Anon would like to clarify that, for the purpose of the poll, self-diagnosis counts for autism, ADHD, and anxiety, and that any who identity on the aro or ace spectrums counts as aro or ace.

climbingthepit

She curve on my bell till I normal distribution

great-tweets

inoppositionflorien

Your wish is my command, random advertisement. I don't know what you expect me to do with your devilish concoction, but your wish remains my command.

I need to know what demographic hates this! Dentists? Dermatologists? General Doctors? Counter-Terrorist Organizations? Interpol? The USPS? Grocery Store Employees? The lucrative 18-35 demographic? Will I be put on trial for war crimes? But you don't tell me, you just tell me to mix one with the other and fail to tell me who hates this one weird trick!

Well joke's on you I'm going to do it without looking at your probably actively malicious website, and find out what you're not telling me! If it turns into an explosive, it's entirely on you, random advertisement.

inoppositionflorien

Update: Don't try this at home or anywhere. This creates one of the worst things I've ever personally made.

It started off fine as I mixed them. It changed to the color of the toothpaste (white), and vaguely resembled lotion in appearance. Then I made a horrible error. I touched it.

I touched it and immediately nearly all of it adhered to my skin. Everything I touched thereafter gained a thin layer of vaguely minty-smelling slime. It was some unholy abomination of a substance. Water couldn't get it off. Soap couldn't get it off. It stuck to tile, it stuck to wood, it stuck to carpet, and it doesn't adhere to itself, so no amount of scraping with my hands could get it off, it just spread more.

Finally I had to get a sacrificial towel to wipe the substance off of me and everything I'd touched on the way to get the towel. Despite washing and scraping with a brush, my hands still smell like mint and feel slightly slimy. I can feel my skin burning from the mint flavoring of the toothpaste nearly an hour after getting it off my skin. I didn't even know that was possible until today. I could have gone my whole life without knowing that, but now I know.

I have no idea what the ad actually wants you to do with this concoction as I did not click through, but I can only assume it wants you to use it to torture prisoners or something, there seems to be no other possible purpose for it.

o6eiyrskb4hg7rix8hih-deactivate

i’m dating an astrophysicist

stimday

do you love the color of the sky?

which one?

~ ~ Do you love the color of the sky? Stimboard ~ ~

stormywinter42-deactivated20250

Chat was this too forward ?

climbingthepit

Imho no

seat-safety-switch

"Don't fix your car," said the guru, "but fix yourself instead."

Yeah, thanks for that, bud. I get plenty of exercise walking home from the various places that my shitboxes have left me stranded. Grocery stores. Movies. Weddings. The mall. My job. Prison.

Once, one of my jobs gave me a step meter, as part of a company initiative to "improve wellness" and stop asking for raises all the time because we're too busy walking to unionize. After I walked a mere fifteen kilometres home and back to bring a fresh battery to my stricken daily driver, the watch started smoking and gave up. Might have been because I used it to jump the battery, but the manual didn't say not to.

What I'm trying to say is that the advice from that well-intentioned mentor was not very useful in my exact situation. He was just babbling something that sounded deep in order to get me out of his meditation hut, where I had ducked in to warm myself before continuing my six-hour walk back home to get another car. Even if I were to achieve perfect inner peace, I'd still have to drive places and interact with the imperfect outer world. Cars break down, which is why we like them so much. If they worked flawlessly forever, they'd have no character at all.

About thirty minutes later, I reached enlightenment, and realized what the guru had meant the whole time. Walking was the lame thing to do. Although fashionable in Paris, it's very slow, and the correct way to deal with my crap-cans would be to get more organized. I had to invest in my system, not in my tools.

If I were to park cars all over town, then I would be no more than four blocks from a running car. And if that one turned out to also be dead, maybe because some dumbass hasn't driven it in several months because it's six hours' walk away from his house, then I would only be four blocks away from another car. And so on. There was literally no downside.

Later, it turned out that I represented over 60% of the cars being parked in my town. By simply offering to withdraw my vehicles, I could wildly control the price of parking all over the city. Turns out that also affected parking-company stocks, which is how that so-called guru got incredibly rich following my ass around and shorting whatever company pissed me off that week. That's enlightenment for you.

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