Love some miserable Elon in the morning
normally stuff like this feels performative because anyone can talk shit online to someone and most normal people would just ignore it and block you but in this instance its the funniest thing in the world because you know for a fact its getting to him
even the bloated miller wants him dead
Good morning everyone. May chaos take the world
Elon's stream is going well
Yeah, a 100% straight guy wore a Brony shirt to school. I just became 20% cooler.
tell me my prof didn’t upload the reading by photocopying his kindle reader page by page
bruh
If tumblr dies for real where do you think people will migrate to?
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In the pre-Soviet United States, a Ford was a mechanism used to deliver mobile agitprop by the American small business class. The vehicle, which was operable by one to four individuals, could be fitted with modular 'bumper stickers' by which the businessman would proclaim his allegiance to deities such as the snake god Gadsden. The practice would later be recuperated by followers of Epic and implemented into the ritual of irony.
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Irony poison was a drink ritually consumed by American followers of the possum god, Epic.
On one hand I understand not teaching cursive in school anymore, because it actually is slower than regular handwriting and almost everything is typed on a keyboard now anyways.
On the other hand, so much of our (even recent!) history was written in cursive, and having a whole generation of kids who can't read letters written by their grandparents, momentos saved by their great-grandparents, or even photo albums from theur immediate family seems like a dangerously quick way to detach us from previous generations.
And on the third, related but slightly malformed hand, I feel bad that yet another form of small, everyday art that brings joy in the middle of mundane tasks, which celebrates personality and individual style and self-expression, is about to fade into obscurity because it wasn't efficient enough for today's world to put up with.
Like... if we continue to whittle away the small arts out of every day life, what's going to be left except stark, ruthless pragmatism?
Maybe writing a grocery list is less mundane when you get to feel elegant for a moment. Maybe you're a little more proud of what you write when you see it flow together like a painting
Sometimes I make posts that are like “Hey guys, maybe everything being optimized for efficiency and cheapness leaves some major defects in the average person’s ability to thrive psychologically” and some of you pop off like I’ve said I want to kill everyone who uses insulin with my bare hands, when mostly what I’m talking about is this sort of thing.