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Return the car. Complain to the dealership that the car complains when you cover the camera.

Cursive exercises the brain in different ways than block writing. It’s not strictly about learning and using cursive as a replacement to printing, it’s more about using the brain in a different way and building pathways that otherwise might not get built. Writing the letter G in cursive uses different brain areas than writing it in print.

A similar thing happens in relation to using a keyboard to type words vs physically writing them, the brain functions differently with each method and writing uses more brain to process all the nuance that occurs. Writing the letter G is much different than pressing a G key.

Man I must be an outlier apparently, I don’t listen to any of the music from my teens or even my twenties except in rare nostalgia trips. I’m constantly finding newly released songs that I like and even cringe at some of the music I liked as a youth. I don’t think I can even define an era of “best music” - there’re so many great songs across all music.

A Biologist Explains How Crows Can Recognize Human Faces — Well Enough To Hold Long-Term Grudges

I knew there was something I liked about cats.

To me tattoos are like graffiti. It’s art that enhances the beauty of the otherwise plain architecture.

Heh. Same.

How incredibly disgustingly fucking disgusting. Bob help us all.

Lol yeah I know. Guess my joke didn’t land.

Oh well, can’t win them all.

Paul Celan - Todesfuge

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken sie abends wir trinken sie mittags und morgens wir trinken sie nachts wir trinken und trinken wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland dein goldenes Haar Margarete er schreibt es und tritt vor das Haus und es blitzen die Sterne er pfeift seine Rüden herbei er pfeift seine Juden hervor läßt schaufeln ein Grab in der Erde er befiehlt uns spielt auf nun zum Tanz

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts wir trinken dich morgens und mittags wir trinken dich abends wir trinken und trinken Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland dein goldenes Haar Margarete Dein aschenes Haar Sulamith wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng

Er ruft stecht tiefer ins Erdreich ihr einen ihr andern singet und spielt er greift nach dem Eisen im Gurt er schwingts seine Augen sind blau stecht tiefer die Spaten ihr einen ihr andern spielt weiter zum Tanz auf

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts wir trinken dich mittags und morgens wir trinken dich abends wir trinken und trinken ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete dein aschenes Haar Sulamith er spielt mit den Schlangen Er ruft spielt süßer den Tod der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland er ruft streicht dunkler die Geigen dann steigt ihr als Rauch in die Luft dann habt ihr ein Grab in den Wolken da liegt man nicht eng

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts wir trinken dich mittags der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland wir trinken dich abends und morgens wir trinken und trinken der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland sein Auge ist blau er trifft dich mit bleierner Kugel er trifft dich genau ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete er hetzt seine Rüden auf uns er schenkt uns ein Grab in der Luft er spielt mit den Schlangen und träumet der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland

dein goldenes Haar Margarete dein aschenes Haar Sulamith

Paul Celan - Death Fugue

Black milk of dawn, we drink it in the evening.

We drink it at noon and in the morning, we drink it at night.

We drink and drink.

We shovel a grave in the air, there one doesn’t lie cramped.

A man lives in the house, he plays with the snakes, he writes.

He writes when it darkens to Germany, your golden hair, Margarete.

He writes it and steps before the house, and the stars flash. He whistles his hounds to him.

He whistles his Jews forth, has them shovel a grave in the earth.

He commands us, play now for the dance.

Black milk of dawn, we drink you at night.

We drink you in the morning and at noon, we drink you in the evening.

We drink and drink.

A man lives in the house, he plays with the snakes, he writes.

He writes when it darkens to Germany, your golden hair, Margarete.

Your ashen hair, Sulamith, we shovel a grave in the air, there one doesn’t lie cramped.

He He calls, digs deeper into the earth, you one, you another, sing and play.

He reaches for the iron in his belt, he swings it, his eyes are blue.

Dig deeper, the spades, you one, you others, play on for the dance.

Black milk of dawn, we drink you at night.

We drink you at noon and in the morning, we drink you in the evening.

We drink and drink.

A man lives in the house, your golden hair, Margaret.

Your ashen hair, Sulamith, he plays with the snakes.

He calls, plays sweeter, death, death is a master from Germany.

He calls, strokes the violins darker, then you rise as smoke into the air.

Then you have a grave in the clouds, there you don’t lie cramped.

Black milk of dawn, we drink you at night.

We drink you at noon, death is a master from Germany.

We drink you in the evening and in the morning, we drink and drink.

Death is a master from Germany, his eye is blue.

He hits you with a lead bullet, he hits you right.

A man lives in House, your golden hair, Margarete

He sets his hounds on us, he gives us a grave in the air

He plays with the snakes and dreams, death is a master from Germany

Your golden hair, Margarete Your ashen hair, Sulamith

You don’t have to be constipated!

Well this post is certainly shit.

Any tips for the middle class that can help reduce the size of the dick fucking us?

I find it extremely offensive and presumptuous when a religious person tries to use God talk with me. When somebody tells me to praise Jesus or thank the Lord I feel the same level of discomfort that I’d imagine they would feel if I said hail Satan or let Satan guide us or whatever. I don’t consent to having any of those intentions towards me and it’s very selfish and narrow minded that they assume everyone would agree to those things they say.

Oh man, I used to work as essentially help desk for old people where they were subscribers to unlimited remote support and we would screen share. I once watched someone, whose browser homepage was hijacked by Yahoo, type Google into Yahoo, click the first result (to Google), then they typed Gmail into the Google search, clicked the link, and finally got to Gmail to login.

Still not as bad as the lady who insisted on hacking Farmville using scripts and Firefox extensions that would have to call us every few weeks to fix everything due to an update. We essentially had to update Firefox and extensions and scripts and reload it all very often. She got passed around a lot.

Then there was the guy who we helped low key pirate media, he was fun. Super nice guy.

Gotdamn you crazy sonofabitch you got me good. Holy shit.

Can you talk to what contributions AI/llms have made to this project?

I don’t pray any other day, but I’m going to not pray extra hard tomorrow.