March 25, 2026 - a somewhat connected train of thought

no idea what to write. so a train of thought.

you clicked the link. you brought this on yourself.

where to start? 

AI. Might as well.

AI doesn't know what it's like to stare at a blank page and a blinking cursor. AI fills the page, lorem ipsum coproscriptum all down the page, aggregated stolen works divorced from the souls of their original writers and slapped onto the internet for 'content' to keep enough eyes on it for advertisers to sell you NordVPN or a boner gummy.

AI doesn't actually know anything. I feel like the distinction between AI and the human mind, at least for now, is that it's incurious, and for that we should be thankful; its inability to judge us might be, ultimately, why we're not going to end up slaving for Alexa and Siri in the not-too-distant future. 

AI cannot properly place value on lives. I know this because, if you read my first post, you'll find that I don't believe even humans can. And tech bros are desperate to have AI unchecked and unregulated unleashed in the world's militaries, because tech bros are fucking stupid.

This is without even bringing up the ecological impact of the data centers necessary to sustain AI. Captain Planet would just hang his mitts up. The rich fucks won, and they're driving humans to extinction for the prize of temporary dollars, ephemeral security in exchange for permanent consequences for other people.

This has all really changed what Outside is like, even just since I was a kid in the 90s.

So many experiences are simply gone now, never to truly return. It makes me feel like a boomer pining for the good ol' days, only instead of institutionalized racism and acceptance of rape culture as 'boys will be boys,' I miss being naive enough to trust information, or waking up at 2am to the static ghost of the radiation signature of the Big Bang on a cathode ray tube television set only to turn it off and hear that quick-laser sound followed by the electric crackle as I'd inevitably wave my hand against the screen to feel what air would be like if it were soda.

I'm growing increasingly aware of my physical limitations and I fucking hate it. Do you know what's stupid about having tennis elbow? I haven't played tennis since middle school. Diverticulitis, kidney stones, constant exhaustion and an endless list of things I have to do and people to whom I owe Forever Money to that I'll never have, and a dwindling list of things I used to enjoy that I simply no longer have time for, or have lost the access to resources to do it.

Meh. I'm just tired and bitchy.

But for the moment, I am lightly high and have pizza. 

Nights can be better than days.

I hope, dear Reader, you know you're appreciated for who you are. What you do is cool too, but I'm interested in who you are, how you got here, what you love to do, what you're good at, what you're bad at, your favorite Pokemon, etc.

In this madness of busyness we've all fallaciously decided to write our social contracts around, try not to lose yourself. 

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