Eventually I begin to plead with The Cuban who thinks the sea and the puke and the rain is sort-of par for the course and looks at me in much the same way that any action movie hero would look at a sidekick who said ‘Rather that shoot the bad guys, can we just go home and nap? I missed my pilates class and I’m feeling gassy” Which is to say he called me a pussy with his eyes.
You: A person in need of some extra Karma on a rapidly approaching day of rapture.
Me: A person in need of cold hard cash…
I think this whole rapture thing is going to work out for everybody.
Talking to ZoeOnAOL back when she was cool. Talking to yourself makes you crazy, what about talking to a non-sentient robot?
This picture doesn’t have anything to do with the article. The article is about me fucking with chatbots. The picture is a grim look at our future.
“It was a crazed maddened cry as if she had found out I had just told her I was canceling Will and Grace, 90210, and I clubbed a baby seal. It was a matriarchal battle cry. And it chilled me to my bones.”
Boner softening. Fear rising. I dispaired slightly but continued my search, intent on finding the women of Warhammer… The babelicious inhabitants of the dark future. Instead I got the confused and teenage angsty of America’s dark underbelly… Nerdville. Population: Way too high.
… if anything the internet is one of the strongest strongholds of racism in the universe. I’ve heard more racial slurs hurled at me within 5 minutes of signing into Call of Duty that I have in my entire life walking around in meatspace.
Music’s power to describe, compel, renew… It’s all a distant second to the offers you can’t refuse.
Anyone remember when we used to believe, that music was a sacred place and not some fucking bank machine? Not something you just bought and sold? How could we have been so naive?
Like a cow in line at the butcher’s suddenly realizing the futility of its course. Far beyond the point of being able to alter its destiny.
So, I was talking to Davy today and I realized… the problem with the Bro Code is whenever someone fucks up and breaks the Bro Code, you just go “Dude, that was un-bro of you” or “Dude, not cool” or “Fuck dude!” But that’s generally it, so starting in 2009, I’m instituting a Man Tax….
Ads I have seen so far in Kentucky while here for work: Sterile Cathoders (how do you spell that?) Tons of “Oh my god we need Life Insurance” a commercial for High Fructose Corn Syrup and A commercial simply saying “Be nice to your router” and talking you through how to restart your router WTF?
So I’ve been doing a lot more cooking for myself, and observing Aurora cook (she’s an awesome cook) and I’ve come to the realization that “holy shit, people in Texas like spicy food”. More on that later. Tonight however I’m back at home with power, and everyone else is out elsewhere (with power) so I…