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Financial times are horrendously hard at the moment because of having to pay for a private ADHD diagnosis AND a new mattress (ah, the chronic pain / hEDS tax). If you would like to buy a print from my website, now is a good time?

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I think someone just blocked me for commenting that it's a very different experience for a woman when a strange man sits next to her on a random park bench and starts talking to her compared to the experience of a man in that situation, and I think, no joke, that's me done with everything

Very, very different experience for a woman when a strange man starts talking to her on a park bench.

Substack page. Title: Moon-joy: they should have sent a poet (so they did) Subtitle: on the Poetics of Space Travel Photo of Christina Koch braids floating in front of a view of the earth

I spent a week glued to the Artemis 2 livestream and wrote some words about THE MOON, OUR MOON, and what happens to language at the edges of human experience. open.substack.com/pub/nothingb...

If a bee got very long, it would be a great inconvenience, but on the up side, you would probably get very long flowers, too, like what are in places with hummingbirds with long tongues.

YOU make ME a cup of tea, how about that

Thank you for kind words but that is not a question

Welcome to the butlerian jihad mister pope

I have five tattoos:

* Red / pink roses climbing up my forearm
* Ivy and blue / purple morning glory on my shoulder
* Three stars on the back of my right shoulder
* A sun on the back of my left shoulder
* A little frog hiding in a tomato leaf on my ankle, just above a surgery scar.

Anonymous messages! Anonymous messages!

I'm tired and avoiding work

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The fact that AI which has been trained on stolen content may be used to analyse the results suggests that the responses will be self-selected and biased towards respondents who are prepared to accept that.

I don't want to shoot videos
I don't want to post tutorials
I don't want to show my process
I don't want to pour varnish
I don't want to turn my canvas
I don't want to record my screen
I don't want to cultivate parasocial relationships
I just want to make pictures and shitpost

The world is uncompromisingly shit.

I really, really cannot emphaaise enough how very, very different, and in many ways utterly alien, the worlds these people move in are from everyday life, and even more so from online spaces like this. And the worst part is that, to an extent, in reality, they have to be.

In a past life - and I am breaching no confidences here, any soldier will tell you this - a senior Army official looked me directly in the eyes and told me, unflincingly and unhesitatingly, that his job was 'to close with and kill the Queen's enemies'. I believed him. That was his job.

The people who make it to the top of these institutions, those who remain after any winnowing of characteristics considered undesirable, like self-doubt, has taken place, are not the sorts of people who let moral trivialities get in the way of their overarching deliverables.

No one will ever actually say of this in the quiet conversations that matter, of course. It'll be something like 'The complexity of the stakeholder relationships which have been cultivated naturally brings potential reputational risks, but we think these are outweighted by the likely benefits'.

Eventually the cost / benefit analysis tips too far in the 'liability' direction, the media picks up on it to sell content, the wheel turns. Another takes his place.

It IS seen. It's part of the package.

Yeah, they probably decided that the intel / compromat he claimed he had on various people, domestic and foreign, and the influence / leverage that gave, was worth any future reputational risk. Questions of morality don't come into national security.

RoboCop or Terminator?

legalize 👏 gourds 👏 as 👏 derivative 👏 reference 👏 assets 👏

someone go do something cool.

Conpletely, can't even spell an old-school void-shouting shitpost properly

Can I have a bit of good karma, please, universe? Surely I am due some.

Coming off citalopram; the irritation and head zaps, combined with generally feeling a bit disillusioned and taken-for-granted (putting it mildly), plus a stupid workload, and financial worry, is profound.

How does one go about disappearing conpletely, like in books? I'd make an excellent hermit.

No, I don't have capacity for arranging postcard prints.

Do you think??