Jun 10
90s music seems to have a distinct sound of “play this outside. on a big speaker. in the sun. in your car. on the street. on your balcony. let the people hear the music.” and music just does not sound like that anymore at all.
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90s music seems to have a distinct sound of “play this outside. on a big speaker. in the sun. in your car. on the street. on your balcony. let the people hear the music.” and music just does not sound like that anymore at all.
thinking hard about the fact that the extinction of the dinosaurs wasn’t some divine, inevitable, act of time and nature. it was a small chance travesty. it wasn’t always bound to happen. we could have very well have had dinosaurs roaming the earth with us, we could have had a planet with completely different ecosystems and flora and fauna. the fact that ONE. meteor impact completely and irreversibly altered the entire future of our planet is such a difficult thing to comprehend, but when you do. holy shit.
i feel as though the rapid advancement of bad technology (or bad use of good technology) is helped a lot by the (false) idea that the humans who existed a thousand years ago were less intelligent because they hadn’t created our technology yet so “we’ve been doing this for thousands of years.” gets brushed off with “yeah because they weren’t smart enough to make the technology to do it for them.”
and to that i find the need to remind everyone that the ‘pythagorean’ theorem is as old as the pyramids of giza. ancient mathematicians were creating entire numbers (zero), so, yeah, you don’t need Chat GPT to create your thoughts for you because we have been doing it for thousands of years and have been better for it.
there is something about the way noah kahan sings “i hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass.” that i can vividly see the person, what they are wearing, the brick, the absolute lifetime of anger that is put into the throw and i can hear the glass shattering. noah kahan you wizard you.
is it inkling or incling
so its inkling but i think it should be incling because i was inclined to believe something so i would be incling you know?
i wanna get an office job where i send emails and shit and just sit at a computer and dilly dally all day and then i get into a car accident and i die for a bit and its 4:54pm (I’m out of office at 4:30) and they’re doing their absolute best to bring me back in the hospital but it’s not looking good but i somehow find the strength the reattach my soul to my body and i’m revived at 4:57 and i’m okay, and i can recover easily and its even a long weekend so i decide, against doctors advice of course, to return to work on the following tuesday and sit down at my desk. my back is sore, and I’m tired but at least I’m not dead. I boot up my computer and open my emails and I find an email from some correspondent and it opens with the line “I hope this email finds you well.” and I naturally check the time stamp it arrived ans it says 4:55 and I realize I have the opportunity to be hilarious and I open my response with “Hello, ____ Your email found me dead.”
thinking about how the symbiote is like a representation of intrusive thoughts
they’re dark, and scary, and often out of your control and it’s so hard to pull yourself out of them. its like nearly 1:1. i love spider-man so much
intrusive thoughts are so bizarrely isolating, like it feels like no one else is real and the only thing real is anything going on in my mind.
yesterday i watched way too much Mystery Files and one of them was about Max Headroom which was analog horror-y and analog horror affects me more than any other horror for reasons unbeknownst to me. But, I was going downstairs to get a towel and it was late and the basement was dark and i was so tense and scared because what if someone’s down there…. what are you going to do…. and i powered through and went “well if i scream the whole house is going to wake up and if that doesn’t work i can call my sister if anything happens.” and then i was back in the world and the basement was a little less scary. i still was in and out as quickly as possible don’t get me wrong, but it was easier to move.
and it was just a weird moment of revelation where these intrusive thoughts really thrive when i think i’m alone and they make me feel completely isolated even when i’m in a house that I know has 3 other people in it who are alive and have ears to hear me and bodies to protect me.
so next time i start a bad spiral i really need to focus on my life and i being real people existing in a real world with other real people.