Part of being a kid is having preternatural access to buttons your parents didn’t even know they had. It took me several years to come to terms with that.

I wasn’t ready honestly. I just wish I was twice as patient and four times as smart. Or at least vice versa.

I feel like this creature is trying to sell me sugary breakfast cereal

I hear that. I work from home and I’ve yet to make friends in a new country. It would be downright monastic if not for my family, instead it’s more of an insane asylum vibe.

I’m not even convinced happiness and fulfillment are the right thing to be actively seeking in life. If you have purpose, these things will come in time. If you chase them as your purpose, you will never truly have either.

That’s how you talk to someone with depression? Validate their hopelessness? Fuck off.

OP, voting is the bare minimum. You’re going to feel much more empowered joining your local climate protest group.

An A4 sized e-ink tablet with colour and an open source OS would be my dream gadget.

Old StumbleUpon was everything to me

2.0 is playing clean as fuck. Very pleased.

If you knew what came next in the ST timeline, you would not wish for it

All corporate social media has my permission to die

I’ve been quite coffee dependent ever since about age 16. Sometimes I like to take a week off, facilitated by a massive two litre teapot. In summer, iced tea is my crutch of choice.

Fuck the junta

Go on long walks with a litter bag cleaning parks etc while listening to books and music. Get really in shape. Cook every meal for my family. Write fiction. Get involved in helping local political movements. Attend more protests.

Not Difficult: the harrowing tale of a man who should not have existed, didn’t know how, failed professionally, socially, and academically, and still managed to put the fucking shopping carts back when he was done

Ever since I settled into the “laptop with mechanical keyboard plugged in, screen turned backwards, directly in front of my unused dual screen computer” configuration my desk has looked like the glasses of a fucking skekse. Why do I do this? Send help.

Dude looks like he’s about to ask if I read Sutter Cane

Happy to be here. It’ll be interesting to see how it grows, but I’m happy with it being a smaller crowd for now. Feels like I have many more pleasant and meaningful chats on here than I ever did on Reddit.

Thanks!

We love to hate AI because it is overvalued, at the same time I’m currently 90% done with my work week thanks to some cheeky AI use. Guilty pleasures.