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the worse technology gets, the more of a boomer i become. no i dont want to spend half an hour arguing with your ai chatbot, im calling a phone number and hitting buttons until i talk to a person.
Glassblowers and hat makers are so funny bc they're so obviously insanely skilled in these difficult crafts and 9 times out of 10 they're using that skill to make the tackiest shit you've ever seen
we got august this week
costco should sell weed i want to smoke kirkland signature strain
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'I Lied To You' | 98th Academy Awards
Something neuroscience-y that helps with prose: attention is selective. A character will not notice everything in a room. They will notice what matters to their goal, fear, desire, training, wound, or obsession. A jealous character notices hands. a hungry character notices food. A soldier notices exits. A lonely character notices pairs. Description becomes character when attention has a bias.
my mom just had a 7cm brain tumor removed and since she's woken up she's been talking nonstop about this dream she had about going to an art gallery full of colourful paintings by a 'homosexual artist' named klimsdorf who was ethereal and wise, both young and old... at first she was convinced he was a real person but after failing to find him online she's accepted he was a figment of her subconscious mind and is now determined to bring him to life via painting his portrait herself. she's 67 and has never drawn in her life. and now this. blorbo from her tumor
I hope somewhere there's an alternate universe where I'm someone's tumor blorbo
resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that
incredible innovations on the beverage front
so i think the solution is to give dachshunds a third pair of legs right in the middle