#homosapian

[softsnot]

homo

are you flirting with me?

[stylusoutofcontext]

Ep 74

(I’m back!)

[sirobvious]

[formerdino]

I'm bisexual. That means I'm both a heterotroph and a homosapian.

[thebrownpaperbaginaditch]

Sometimes I wonder if the uncanny valley effect has something to do with early humans and Neanderthals

[goatforpresident2020]

No Homo.

I am not a Homosapien. 

I am goat.

[sherdnerdcollective]

Homosapian and Neanderthal love: how it must have happened.

[petescripts]

homosapianic quandary version:our tools // from wheel, to wheel delivered on them from a factory that rolled them around and out on assembly lines

the quandaries associated with, say having invented the wheel, then later the wheel making it into your life off of an assembly line, and with an instruction book.

then you throw in a couple million of these gadgets, and they begin to make their ways into lives already fully completed and packaged, and the homosapian experience changes a bit. (insert louie flipping out on his “stupid iphone” bit here)

..just a little light on dimension for sake of altruistic rhetoric , pros and cons all around so no angle here

i know some of us would be smarter without this broadcast/luxury. ..and i’ve reached a “brave new world” type cataclysm scenario of a devolving majority population that works with technology they don’t understand from i.e. dead entrepreneurs, progressive homosapians …like the instruction book totally fucks the dna and everything in the end. ..i won’t ruin it you can have a lot of fun with alternate endings here

@ home experiments:

-the classic survive a trip in the woods with whats there

-poverty

;those take it for granted lessons that we always kind of instinctually throw on the wall with the Be Excellent posters from local classrooms ..i guess because they fall in a kinda common sense catch-22 ..like it may be a 100% clear and entire bar, but when we really need the reminder lesson we are tripping and aren’t going to notice it no matter how clear it is plastered. ..so these classic lines can kind of wind up serving more as frustrating reminders of previous trip ups, of personalities with the be excellent posters hanged up, or of how frustratingly simple things can be actually, and especially when we operate with intricacy in our lives. …the wismec wholeness that is the textual nectar, that is the soul of it can kinda goes un-clucked in what could seem like a deliberate ploy against it by the universe.

or maybe its being saved to be caught more fullest later with an other half, a roof, a bagel, a weedstrain, pants?