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the-haiku-bot

“Kill them with kindness”

Nah, fuck that, CRICKET BAT 🏏 🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*

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Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

bulbekuggeleh

This opens up a lot of possibilities for what a haiku can be

socialmaya

Occasionally forget people genuinely think capitalism is thousands of years old

sylestial

One time I was talking about Robin Hood with some coworkers and one guy was like “he was bad because the people he helped learned to expect handouts” and I wanted to be like… okay can you explain how that flawed capitalist propaganda applies to feudalism

scallioncreamcheesebagel

reminder that capitalism was literally invented in the 16th century

tayefeth

That’s an exaggeration. What was invented in the 16th century was mercantilism. Capitalism really dates for the beginning of the nineteenth century, with the rise of industry and cash crops over artisans and merchants. Vulture capitalism, with the notion that companies have no duties other than generating profit, is even younger.

antique-scarecrow

Capitalism is only 200 years old and I have to say, they have not been an impressive 200 years

downtroddendeity

I think a lot of this comes from the fact that most people don’t know the formal definition of capitalism. We all know the word, we’ve all seen the jokes, but very few people bother to actually define it unless they’re talking about political theory and philosophy, so it’s easy to end up with the impression that Capitalism = Money Can Be Exchanged For Goods And Services.

Capitalism is the economic system where most of the means of production (i.e. everything people need to have to make the stuff that everyone wants) are owned by private individuals or corporations, who then hire people to provide the labor necessary to produce things, with the intent of selling the output at a profit. It’s the difference between “you’re a carpenter and you make a chair and you sell it” and “you’re Richard Q. Richington who owns a chair factory, and you pay people to sell the chairs you paid other people to make and then all the excess money goes back to you.” There have been Richard Q. Richingtons on and off throughout history, but that being the norm for every single industry is a pretty recent development.

antiterfbutch

An alarming amount of people seem to think capitalism = all trade, and I don’t think that’s a coincidence.

rhysintherain

We don’t need capitalism to have trade.

We don’t need capitalism to have nice things.

We don’t even need capitalism to have an economy.

A large chunk of what I study in archaeology is economies. How does someone get something that they wouldn’t normally have access to? How does being really good at one thing ensure you don’t starve? How does a good spot on the salmon river translate to a wealthy community? How does someone spend a thousand hours on a stone tool and support their community in the process? How do we make sure we have enough to eat, even if our crops fail for a year or two?

In most of these cases, the answer is economic. We trade our labor for our neighbors’ food. We trade our food for their toolstone. We set up seasonal markets and grease trails and trade routes that can move a piece of obsidian from Oregon to the Great Lakes. We remember who helped us when times were bad, and we help them when they need it.

I can trace some incredibly complex luxury goods economies back thousands of years. I promise there wasn’t a jade baron who all the axe blades from Keatley Creek went through to get to their buyer.

Basic human existence requires economies. It doesn’t require capitalism.

the-haiku-bot

We don’t even need

capitalism to have

an economy.

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pjharvey-moved-deactivated20250

making fun of americans is pretty much always ok if youre not doing it in an edgelord “you guys have so many school shootings” way or acting like we’re the only country that has racism. but like posts about americans and hamburger get me every time

empress-hancock

This is just objectively hilarious

hannahhillam

I threw a dog on the ground today 😭😭😭

coffeeandstring

I am embarrassed by how hard this made me laugh.

fatsexybitch

…..does this mean cat people hurl cats at the ground?

hollowedskin

you just kind of… open ur arms and they sort themselves out. if you try and place them down they get mad and wiggle and make everything worse

everydayconman

shotfromguns

some friends of mine have the most un-cat-ish cat i have ever met

my quintessential example of this:

i was holding him in my arms petting him while we were picking out what games to play that night. when we’d decided on a few, i needed to put the cat down in order to, you know, carry boxes. so i started letting him down, expecting that he’d eventually do the cat hop thing… but he never did.

i ended up lowering him all the way to the floor. and even then he never got his feet under him. i just sort of… plopped him down on his side as he stared up at me like a betrayed sack of flour.

the-haiku-bot

some friends of mine have

the most un-cat-ish cat

i have ever met

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

crystaltoa

And now for something completely different.

This is the ADHD Teapot. I made it in a ceramics class a few years ago. I use it to explain executive dysfunction to people who haven’t come across the term before (and those who think of ADHD mostly as Hyperactive Eight Year Old Boy Syndrome).

So, most people’s brains are like a regular shaped teapot with a single spout. Let’s say that your time, energy, focus etc is the liquid you have in the teapot. Your executive function is the spout, that directs the tea into the specific cup you want to fill-aka the task that you’re meant to be doing. Spills happen occasionally, but generally most of the tea goes in the right cup.

If you have executive dysfunction, (a symptom of ADHD, trauma, autism, schizophrenia etc.) you have multiple spouts going in different directions. You can try pointing one of them at your chosen cup and you will probably get some liquid in there, perhaps you will even fill it right up (finish the task). But meanwhile, tea is also pouring out of several other places and not going where you want it. If you have another container nearby, perhaps some of it will end up in there. But quite a lot of it is going to end up on the floor and accomplish nothing.

And at the end of the day you’ll have filled one or two cups ( or sometimes not even one) compared to the five or six that somebody with the same sized teapot (but only one spout) has filled, and everyone wonders why you’re so bad at getting tea poured, and why you make such a mess in the process.

One day I’d like to spend more time learning pottery and create a really technically good fucked up little adhd teapot. But that’s a long way off since i currently live in the outback and the nearest pottery workshop is some 400km away. But I figure that for now, it might be a useful or interesting metaphor to somebody even in its rough draft form.

This post is the cup I filled instead of cleaning my house btw.

the-haiku-bot

This post is the cup

I filled instead of cleaning

my house btw.

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shopcat

do you want to see the best trail cam photo ever

shopcat

let it be known he is chilling like crazy

leafinthebreeze-deactivated2026

teaboot

I just found out that my mom had me in a Montessori type shit experimental school as a kid this explains so much

teaboot

She said when I was younger my teachers were worried I was being bullied cause I wouldn't interact with the other kids, but when they checked in on me I knew everyone and their interests and could tell them about what what happening and what games everyone was playing and junk, so they figured I probably just had Autism, but I was "doing very well academically" and I "didn't seem bothered about it" so they just left me alone

anD THEN NOBODY BROUGHT IT UP AGAIN FOR THIRTEEN YEARS

teaboot

Another thing I totally forgot- Our jungle gym was really old, right? And one of those big ones with levels and tunnels and wood stuff, right? So one day it was closed cause one of the wood components was rotten and they had to replace the part

And when I asked why it was closed the supervisor told me it was cause "if part of the jungle gym breaks while someone is on it then they could get hurt very badly, so when a part is broken it's important that we know about it, okay? Always tell one of us when you see something is broken"

And I was like oh okay cool, I actually have a few things to bring to your attention then

And I brought her a bunch of loose bolts and nuts and screws from the playground

And then kept doing that

Every day

And I remember every time they'd thank me and bring the part inside and I'd go back to playing

But then a couple years ago my mom told me "They used to call you the Safety Inspector. They called me at work once to tell they couldnt get you to stop, you just kept bringing them more and they couldn't figure out where you were finding all the damn things. The PTA was talking about just demolishing the thing"

the-haiku-bot

And I brought her a

bunch of loose bolts and nuts and

screws from the playground

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onlytiktoks

cheeseanonioncrisps

An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.

Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.

(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)

John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.

It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.

Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.

His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.

His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.

He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.

the-haiku-bot

Sherlock Holmes and the

Unescapable Power

of the Narrative.

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curoopeez

I don't want my cellphone to have AI I want it to have 3 days of battery time. I don't want my computer to have AI preinstalled I want it to have seven usb ports and high ram at affordable price. I don't want my games to have AI built levels I want them to be so optimized I could run them on a nokia.

curoopeez

While I'm sure a lot of people would agree with this post, I didn't mention any day of the week nor brought up color theory, so unless people take this reply as a challenge this is gonna be just another flop

secretly-insane

I mean you could write a haiku. Those work sometimes. Haikus are hard though.

the-haiku-bot

I mean you could write

a haiku. Those work sometimes.

Haikus are hard though.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

anexpansionlikegold-deactivated

When people say, “nature is my religion” are they talking about flies that feed on shit, maggots in decomposing corpses, lionesses with stained teeth and mouths full of blood? Are they talking about floods and fires and things from which we should always run? Are they talking about carcasses, rot, death?

Or do they just mean “this particular copse of benign trees is my religion”