Everyone you don’t like is a tankie.

That’s what coffee is for.

I’m genX, so I grew up with 80s microcomputers. Programming was pretty much the only thing you could do with them.

Confabulation.

Look at split-brain patients: divide the corpus callosum down the middle, and you effectively have two separate brains that don’t communicate. Tell the half without the speech centre to perform some random task, then ask the other one why they did that - and they will flat-out make up some plausible sounding reason.

And the thing is, they haven’t the slightest idea that it isn’t true. To them, it feels exactly like freely choosing to do it, for those made up reasons.

Bits of our brains make us do stuff for their own reasons, and we just make shit up to explain it after the fact. We invent the memory of choosing, about a quarter of a second after we’ve primed our muscles to carry out the choice.

I think a chunk of this comes down to our need to model the thoughts of others (incredibly useful for social animals) - we make everyone out to be these monolithic executive units so that we can predict their actions, and we make ourselves out to be the same so we can slot ourselves into that same reasoning.

Also it would be a bit fucking terrifying to just constantly get surprised by your own actions, blown around like a leaf on the wind without a clue what’s going on, so I think another chunk of it is just larping this “I” person who has a coherent narrative behind it all, to protect your own sanity.

I have some sensory issues around crowd noise; she is very much not the hike-in-the-mountains type. Rather than one or other of us having to be miserable, we each do our own thing when they’d otherwise conflict. Easy fix :)

My wife’s having a loud house party until 6am, which is pretty much my idea of hell.

So I went hiking and am staying overnight in a freezing country town. Right now I’m having dinner; further plans involve electric blankets and Netflix

Counting the days until this is hacked and everyone on it gets doxxed.

I’ve always wondered if it’s worse if she was good or bad in bed…

The artist is just playing with foreground vs background; his body carries on from the open space under the chair, and the 3d nose becomes a curled wire when removed from its normal context.

There’s no ‘joke’ to get, except for your brain getting confused.

So to be clear, you’re fine with guilt by association.

Specifically, association with 11,000 square miles of land.

Burglary, not robbery.

By definition, burglary is stealing without confrontation.

That has got precisely fuck all to do with the intent of one individual.

Being guilty of burglary in the past doesn’t make him more likely to attack people now.

Living in a huge region of the country with a high rate of knife crime doesn’t make one specific person more of a threat.

Okay, it’s illegal to walk down the street waving a knife around, that’s fine. But the bit on the end is fucking bullshit.

Baker FTW. He understood the assignment: Gandalf-Bugs-Mr-Bean, saving the universe with absolute pacifism and a crumpled bag of jelly babies.

The remake in the new format completely destroyed the character archetype, and turned him into a forced-whimsy action hero with a side of self-pity.

So why do they campaign individually? Why do they talk about their values or priorities at all? Why does it matter that they live in their electorate? If you’re just getting Hivemind Unit #173, why maintain the fiction of local representatives?

You vote for the person, you should get the person.

Sure, but y’know it’d be so much easier to cope with the random shit life threw at you if you knew it wasn’t a gigantic fuck-you, eg. you’re going to die horribly to teach your loved ones an important lesson about faith lol.

Make my god a well-meaning fuckup.

You got cancer? Shit! Aw, fuck man, that keeps happening, I’m sorry. I keep trying to tune this thing better, but I’ll level with you, I never actually set out to be a god, things just got kinda out of hand, and… oh fuck! The stratosphere! Nonononono don’t be on fire, look, I gotta take this, we’ll talk later, ok?

Perhaps Biden could firmly establish precedent for that…two birds, etc.

… all over the walls?