Other than the fact that the speed of light is a non negotiable constant.

You don’t understand how heat dissipation works.

That doesn’t justify wasting more water.

I mean, yeah, it is an academic term, it’s a real thing, a lot of research has/is gone/going into it.

The fuck else would you call a psychosis caused by “AI”?

Cool!

You just blow in from Stupid Town?

Same! Easily the most fun you can have reading a book is reading that series of books. I love me a useless, resentful, piece of shit protagonist getting dragged through cosmic horrors beyond our comprehension.

That tracks.

Coheed and Cambria - Good Apollo, I’m Burning Star IV.

That album is a masterpiece.

Caligula, hands down.

I recommend the upcoming novel by Jason Pargin, There Are No Giant Crabs In This Novel: A Novel Of Giant Crabs, the fifth book in the John Dies At The End series. With titles such as What The Hell Did I Just Read?, and If This Book Exists, You’re In The Wrong Universe. Or his other series, which includes Zoey Punches The Future In The Dick, and Zoey Is Too Drunk for This Dystopia.

More so just complacent, I don’t have the mental energy for fear anymore. I still try to do what I can, but I also feel like we’ve pulled the clathrate trigger on this one. I don’t have any hope that things will get better, at least not before they get a lot worse. Seems like the way we’re going to get through this point in history is that once the construct of fascism is achieved it will cannabalize itself, as that is how fascism works, and then in 100 years we will do it all over again.

You ever make soup? It’s super easy, just throw everything in a pot and ignore it for long enough. BAM! You got soup. You ever try to unmake soup?

At some point, once it’s done cooking, we’re going to have to figure out what the fuck to do with all of this soup, each and every one of us. Or we will peacefully fall into oblivion as white hot nuclear atonement cleanses this planet of humanity (and all other life) by our own hand, that will be the final chapter eventually. We’ve got nuclear armistice and enough bombs to glass the surface and destroy the atmosphere entirely, unless we disarm all the nukes (which we never will), that is our guarantee to ourselves, and it has almost happened just by accident (literally like a “Shit, didn’t mean to hit that button,” or “Whoops, bumped the trigger switch with my knee, again!”) so many times.

I do not have the capacity to exhibit sympathy nor empathy towards anyone that is dumb enough to drink bleach for any reason.

Starbound! I fucking love Starbound.

Just like a real pregnancy.

Not how you’re doing it.