His caller id said CHASE so no wonder he wanted me to free up the one line they’ve got working to properly hook the suckers.

Caught a zelle scammer on the phone today trying to convince me that someone has sent money in my name and now I’m responsible for it. I kept him busy for 10 minutes before he wised up and hung up. I’ve got his direct line so I could call him back eventually.

I share your loathing. It’s not like the text was easy to read either. To this day, I have no idea why the Prince was called valiant.

A SKELITON AT THERE COMPUTER " CANT BELIEVE I DIDNT LOOK UP MORE COOL SHIT WHEN THE INTERNET STILL WORKED" ,,, THE FUNNYEST THING ABOUT A SOCIETY IN DECLINE IS YOU DONT REALLY EXPECT IT TO HAPPEN TO YOU AND WHEN IT DOES IT FEEL'S LIKE A PERSONAL OFFENSE, WE WATCHED COMPUTERS AND NET GET BETTER AND BETTER FOR SO MANY YEARS THAT IT SEEMED OBVIOUS IT WOULD CONTINUE, WHY WOULD THINGS GET BAD ON PURPOSE, HOW CAN YOU MAKE MORE MONEY WITH WORSE PRODUCT'S , WELL THEY FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO IT , THEY SOLD OUR COMMUNITYS AND RESOURCES UP THE DAMB RIVER TO MAKE A FEW MORE TRILLION'S, AND WHAT CAN THEY EVEN BUY WITH IT, OBVIOUSLY NOT THE ABILITY TO ENJOY WHAT YOU HAVE IN PEACE - DASHARE.ZONE ADMIN BBUT IM STILL KICKEN A$$ AND ADDING CUSS WORD'S TO MY GOGGLE SEARCHES SO THEY DONT SHOW ME AI SHIT !!!! - DASHARE.ZONE ADMIN

WHAT NOW - dashare.zone ADMIN

I blame Piers Anthony.

What’s the worst pun in a fantasy novel?

“In Sewer Ants” from The Color of Magic by Terry Pratchett resurfaces from the cosmic stew in my brain more often than I’d like.

This is great! I miss the days when you didn’t have to check the date on every article that appeared in a search result. Thank you for writing this.

A Man and His Meat Boy kibble went viral. Here, John Paul Brammer explains why you'll have to pry his dry, loose meat from his cold, dead hands.

In my latest for Playboy, I wrote about meat, masculinity, and "boy kibble," the trend of men eating a pack of unseasoned ground beef for dinner. I argue it's the perfect meal to illustrate the isolation and nihilism in our ultra-capitalist system www.playboy.com/read/lifesty...

I really enjoyed reading this. Thank you for writing something so straightforward, so twisted. I particularly enjoyed the anecdote about your potassium poisoned friend. As a millennial, a thrill runs up my leg at unearthed excesses from the zenith our generation’s cultural cachet.

Absolute unit! How does Loki feel about smooshing your face into his fur and nuzzling?

I called @jocomerford.bsky.social ‘s office and left a detailed voice mail in opposition to H.5366 malegislature.gov/Bills/194/H5.... If you live in MA, you should too.

You’ve heard of Stockholm Syndrome.

Welcome to Budapest Envy.

I could really use a shot of this over here in the states.

Gearing up for my annual observation of “Stay Off The Internet Day” tomorrow, also known as April Fools. See y’all on Thursday!

Yesss!! When the bookstore is a cultural institution, it can show off like that.

bunny blue knuckles

I love my Lamy 2000 and Pilot Vanishing Point. They both have solid gold nibs and their smoothness and flow are light years ahead of the Al-Star or Safari.

Betray My Heart

Goosebumps. That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

Awesome! I’m hoping for a picture of a used bookstore and/or bookstore cat.

I hope you get the help you need.

The perfect tote bag doesn’t exis—

Just listened to this straight through watching the chat with the musicians and composers. To say I’m blown away by this album is an understatement. Buying this right away to play the next time I’m on WMUA again.

I couldn’t chat due to technical difficulties, but holyyyyy 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Every time I see the Dune logo, DUNC sprints wildly through my brain. So happy to see I’m not alone.

Eid Mubarak everyone! I hope you find blessings in community today.

The true goal of the brain computer interface is renting our spare mental cycles for AI processing.

Algorithm and word prediction are our new epistemology.

I used to worship a missing, capricious deity who told me what and how to think. I fought it, I got out (I think), and now it’s all on me.

All this thinking and questioning is fucking heavy.

Sometimes I get bored of being the center of my own relative universe. Can someone else please arbitrate the truth for me? Just for a little while. Like Atlas, I’ll totally take it back, eventually.