I’ve been hiding it for a long time but I’ve encountered several aliens in my time studying the universe. I think they might give me a ride off this planet when the time comes. AMA
Do they have room for 4 more?
you might need to contribute some gas money, but that should be fine. I’m worried the exchange rate of USD to Universal Credits will tank really soon. If you give me $10000 now I can get you a really good rate
What’s the Playlist like?
everyone gets their own brain implant that allows us to imagine any song we want, while still maintaining conversation with the crew!! there were too many battles over the aux cord and we noticed using headphones really limited our social interactions. really cool innovative tech that keeps up group morale!
No, but the reason to put the red piece over there, at a distance from the first red piece, was to fool the other player. Get the human to think, “Ha ha, he doesn’t have a proper line, I don’t have to block that—” And then as the next move, complete the game and win.
Granted, few adult humans would actually fall for it. Because for us, tic tac toe is a fairly simple game. But the crow is not only thinking two moves ahead, he is considering what his opponent may be thinking.
In a game that was invented by another species. I’m honestly not sure that a human would be doing quite that well at alien tic tac toe if it was presented to us. Dude is sharp.
I’m stuck in my room because i have a fresh arm tattoo that’s not exactly fun to drive with and my little sister and her friends are hanging out in the kitchen so instead of doomscrolling or agonizing over creative projects i’m sending him pictures of various car parts and asking him to name them
I’m exhausted, so once I get to bed, I become an Immovable Object. However, Sivi keeps grumbling that he wants something (probably to potty) and I keep mumbling, half conscious, “No. Wait.”
Finally I get up. I go to the bathroom, check on the puppies, tell Sivi to get up bc I’m ready to open the door for him but he doesn’t come.
I go walk over to the bed. What’s your deal, guy? I tell him to get up, he just stares at me, grumbling. I think he’s worried about stepping on Baz, so I tell Baz to get up.
A gift for my amazing discord moderator Sabina, who has been helping me moderate my online communities for almost 7 years now and has a soft spot for magpies. I do too 🖤
Alright. So. I have a confession to share with you.
In middle school, I strongly identified as a libertarian. In my defense, I was 13 and I had autism. Against my defense, I was literate, and capable of using common sense. I confessed this to you willingly, so go easy on me.
One thing about this that I can share with you is that I, as a 13 year old boy, read Atlas Shrugged. I read it as someone very committed to the ideology, who wanted to believe it, who wanted to like it, and there are two things I can share with you about that book from that time period.
The writing is terrible. It has the slowest, most boring, most pretentious prose you could possibly imagine. Calling it glacial would be a compliment. It makes glaciers look like Formula 1. There is no description for the pacing outside of hellish torments. It is like being condemned to watch a dog with an itchy ass wear the Himmalayas away only by scooching. It is like counting the grains of sand on a beach while Alexa reads off random phone numbers. It is like dipping saltines into lukewarm tapwater while listening to white noise in a beige room with no doors. It is like wearing a blindfold and being told to guess what a man is painting by sound alone, but there is no man, there is only a dog licking cold vaseline off a window. Forever. It is all of those things and more.
There is a multipage rant about how affairs are Good and Rational that is so insanely desparate that even middle-school-autist me thought she must have been having an affair while she wrote this. And then I googled it, and the answer was yes, she was. She called her philosophy Objectivism, because she believed, like everyone else in the world, that her ideas and motivations were Pure and Rational and Ojectively Correct, but I still find the name accurate, because it was really written with one Objective in mind, and that was finding a way to never admit that Ayn Rand had ever made a mistake in her life.
I was going to rant more about this but I kind of lost my train of thought. The book fucking sucks. It was propaganda of such remarkably low caliber that it actually helped me move out of those circles. Every time someone talked about liking the book, I’d reply with something along the lines of “Yeah, I especially loved the part where she destroyed the post modernists by unequivocally condemning affairs”, and if they agreed with me, they would have lost my respect forever, and if they looked very embarrassed, I could at least acknowledge that they had a soul, albeit small and malformed. I had dozens of people claim that they read the book, and only three or four actually passed the test.
And now, goodnight.
Reminder that Ayn Rand had many affairs, didn’t get rich and ended up on Medicare, which she applied to under a fraudulent name so people wouldn’t find out about it.
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