Yeah. cash me outside

I’ll fit in great until they realise I don’t smoke and I like cucumbers

It’s not simple. The only real way I have to know if it’s a problem is to react based on whether the jokes are funny or not.

Example: When my life is being literally ruined, I don’t joke about suicide, I joke about how much fun I’m having. When I get a loose eyelash stuck under my eyelid though it’s right to “Jesus fuck just kill me please”.

I’m only saying I agree with the chap. Have you been to Paris? It’s lovely in April.

Aaahaha. Back when Facebook was still a thing I would vaguebook with Protomen lyrics. God knows what I was thinking

Nothing spoils a vacation quicker. You teach yourself some of the language, get on with the locals, avoid the tourist traps, and just when you’ve forgotten all your troubles and you’re feeling magnanimous and at your ease, someone nearby goes and ruins it.

They will be existing quite blamelessly among their friends and family, conversing to each other normally, or even more pleasantly than usual. At home you might smile for them and the happiness they had found. Here however, they strike you as unbearably loud and unspeakably crass. You notice how badly their clothes fit, and yet how you wish they’d wear more.

With an orclike air and children in tow they evoke the forced march of Merry and Pippin, and it wounds your feelings to see so many of them unchecked in civilised lands. Their travel agent must be a raven-haired, sallow-faced betrayer, hated in these parts for pouring poisoned words into the ear of the local authorities, and you wish he’d have been made an outlaw before it was too late.

I hadn’t heard of those two, loving them both already! I love brass mixed into other music but I’ve never been much of a ska fan, which is the first place you usually expect to get that. It’s hard to know where to look and I’m always delighted to find it.

Stuff like Gwar’s Saddam A-Go-Go (even when Brockie was poking fun at ska he did it well) and N.A.S.A.'s Spacious Thoughts where the brass takes an already heavy sound and makes it soar - it gives me life every time.

RTJ is so fucking good at bringing that class conscious fire in the belly that RATM did. To be honest though, I think acts like Brass Against are keeping the music and the message alive and deserve a lot more visibility.

I can do that and I’m pretty sure I’m a fucking nutter

It doesn’t prevent any changes to the content, but that’s what pen is for.

Easier to have a cryptic rule, such as “third sentence in every entry must have exactly three words, and the last word in the entry must rhyme with the very first word.” That would validate the entry with far less work, and people would need massive sample sizes to have any chance at finding the pattern.

All that junk code, what could go?

This may be a problem created by the vagueness of language. We don’t yet know how consciousness works out what it even is, so we can’t assume that it functions independently of your perceptions, memories, and thoughts. It’s a bit like that chestnut about Star Trek transporters, does it kill you and recreate you somewhere else?

Is consciousness merely a map of reality in a constant process of adjusting itself, or is there something there that exists separate from everything that makes us ourselves?

I spend some time thinking about it. I’ve always been by turns impressed with consciousness and very annoyed with its limitations.

I want it directed by the ghost of Ralph Bakshi. Plenty of rotoscope and rough surrealism

Him and Pratt need to go away for a while

Weird one - the tense labyrinth music from BotW. I used to listen to extended versions of that for hours at work, just to make things feel tense and intriguing.

I’m backing this one, but if you can rule out a medical angle then I want to mention yerba mate. Brew with a little honey, add ice, and it’s basically coffee-strength Arizona Ice Tea for less than half the price

Yeah. I don’t see how people hear “infinite dollars” and say they want to get into cooking or develop an app. I would pay millions of people across the globe a thriving wage to take direct action saving coastal kelp forests, rebuild ecosystems without permission, and maybe even get around to some vigilantism.

They have a lot of bullshit metrics they use to try to operationalise how effective and valuable the ad was, thereby algorithmically pricing things. Certain things are more expensive to advertise, but it’s all essentially self justifying bullshit imo.

Rudeness is merely an expression of fear. People fear they won’t get what they want. The most dreadful and unattractive person only needs to be loved, and they will open up like a flower.