


ₜᵢₗₗ ₒₙ ₜₕₑ ₕₐᵤₙₜᵢₙg fₗₐᵣₑₛ wₑ ₜᵤᵣₙₑd ₒᵤᵣ bₐcₖₛ, ₐₙd ₜₒwₐᵣdₛ ₒᵤᵣ dᵢₛₜₐₙₜ ᵣₑₛₜ bₑgₐₙ ₜₒ ₜᵣᵤdgₑ.

The “peer” that reviewed it was another LLM.

I eagerly await the world celebrating the passing of Stalin Lite.
No doubt the bloated orange mongrel, too, will have a gaudy and grandiose funeral one day, but I suspect the cheers will outshine the tears.
Fuck these despotic psychopaths. Just expire already, please.

I think it’s just “Make America Again” now.

I may or may not have been pirating media for over 20 years and this song and dance will never end.
Sure, the well known torrent sites have marginally less content and seeds than before but my Plex server may or may not still be packed full of classics and the latest releases.
The above may or may not be purely fictional and victimless. And no, I wouldn’t “steal a handbag.” Handbags aren’t infinite digital replicas, and handbag owners don’t drive supercars.
(I draw the line at software largely due to the risks, and partly due to Mac apps and Adobe suite being locked down pretty well. I’m happy to pay for software regardless. Netflix and Amazon on the other hand…)

Also, the ignorance regarding VPNs.

I hope you didn’t pay much for that room. Looks like a crack den.

The death of Apollo brought me here.
Comments like these are why I've stayed.


We need it as a country.
We need it as a world.


As a Mac user, in an LLM world, text editors are King.
I couldn't do my job anymore without them.

And they've a thriving memecoin now, so do as Enron does, amirite?

"When they go low, we go low...ish."

ఐ థింక్ వె నీద న్యూ లెత్తెరింగ్ ఇన్స్టెడ్

Oddly enough, pirated ebooks are a malware minefield. And hard to find.
That said, I have about 8000.

I'm pretty sure they're being sarcastic.
Right?
Right?

I'd vote Charlie Sheen over Trump

Something something ladybugs

And, unironically, those bankers are all raging capitalists— ever-chasing the end-of-rainbow-pot-of-gold mirage—who fly annually to a pretentious faux-hippy desert festival modelled on communism.

seems like the death pangs of a dying tumour trying to claw its way to relevance.
Chef’s kiss 👌🏻
We all hope you're right.