Pick up the nearest book, turn to page 42, and post the first sentence that makes sense out of context.
“Alex told me it would take up to sixteen hours to get to Berlin by car. I was quite content with that because I still had an M on my passport and while they barely looked at it in Calais…”
I might not go that far… I mean, filth is my politics!
Hairspray got all the attention, but Serial Mom is a classic.
I didn’t see that one coming. Even a stopped clock…
It’s not even a good pocket square, that’s the real tragedy.
You had about an extra inch on me!
(This is why I avoid communal showers)
Nice little family, but which one’s the… oh.
Six columns of IKEA Billies, four of them already stacked above the extension units.
Sssh, don’t wake them!
I really liked MIA in the Piracy Funds Terrorism days.
I've seen her a bunch of times in Europe, as well as in Australia.
There were a couple of great albums, then some weaker ones (ironic after Paper Planes got mainstream attention).
This, though? I've no patience for this.
And once again, I'm in the category of people who do think LLMs have a lot of genuine potential - but I also think that from a cost-benefit perspective, slowing our roll and thinking through how we integrate them into society costs us little, while the current YOLO approach is far more dangerous.
Show off!
That’s ASMR. You should have to pay extra.
Aaaah, the Erotic Review is her connection to Victoria Coren-Mitchell — who once told me I was presumptuous for telling her she should be ashamed of writing for The Telegraph.
Her bio includes ‘stand up comedian’. I just had to look. It’s the cringiest thing I’ve seen in a long time — an event at The Comedy Store sponsored by the London Business Forum.
I played a record earlier and it didn’t even offer me a discount code for my first website built with SquareSpace. It just kept playing music — track after dreary uninterrupted track. I tried clicking all over the huge square of artwork and I couldn’t find anywhere to leave a review.
I played a record earlier and it didn’t even offer me a discount code for my first website built with SquareSpace. It just kept playing music — track after dreary uninterrupted track. I tried clicking all over the huge square of artwork and I couldn’t find anywhere to leave a review.
Is my precious sons’ need for sexual validation not worth more than this woke obsession with the environment and bodily autonomy?
No.
There once was a prince, who’s an arrogant ponce,
But now we know Andrew’s a sweaty wee nonce,
He palled round with Epstein,
Since on children they were keen,
And now it’s about time we cut off his damned bonce.
Oof
Trump: I’m not happy with Australia.
Australia:
What’s your favorite Bible verse? (Wrong answers only)
Jesus, help me find my proper place.
Help me in my weakness,
'Cause I've fallen out of grace.
— the Gospel of Lou(k)
But how would it compare with ecopunk?
Cup of tea and a biscuit. Made some Teams calls. Got some new tomato plants delivered. Then watched a bit of Netflix.
This free service we use doesn’t have perfect uptime. The arseholes. It’s obviously down to AI — social networks always worked flawlessly before coding agents.
Racists seize on both issues, but denying them doesn’t make you anti-racist. That’s not how this works.
(And if your ‘solution’ is the abandonment of nation states, good luck with that.)
Not engaging, but it is possible for nation states to have systemic problems due to ageing populations while the global population grows beyond sustainability.
The latter can mitigate the former, via immigration (which I fully support), but it’s not contradictory to point both of these things out.
Well something seems to be preventing them from doing the decent thing and going to a private hospital out in the countryside!
In other fruit crops it’s considered a defect — chili peppers, for instance, turn purple in the part most exposed to direct sunlight if it’s too strong.
It wouldn’t. That’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works.
