This seems to be the masculine extension of the “moms don’t take sick days/moms take NyQuil” power-thru-it brand
A family friend’s athletic daughter was the Philly Phanatic a few years post-college, as part of a multi-person rotation where they were acutely attuned to fatigue and dehydration recovery
when people think about time running backwards they usually focus on the indignity of turning into a baby and ultimately being shoved back up the birth canal but if you ask me funerals are even more of a trip: bunch of people drive out to the graveyard dig up a grave at random up comes the coffin and whoops here’s grandpa
But first a stop at the funeral home where an undertaker pays handsomely to make him uglier
guy is sitting at home, when he is suddenly arrested by drones because an algorithm predicted he was at risk for killing his wife, and he is automatically sentenced by an electronic judge to life in prison for premurder.
tv tropes reader: well, his apartment is really nice, so i’ll call this one post-cyberpunk.
cyberpunk is specifically high tech low life
if people have all their material needs met, but get arrested for shit, then it’s by definition not cyberpunk, anti-utopias are a thing
you fucking owned them i guess
cyberpunk is people being like “I understand the future” and megacorps that made their name on volume seeing the promise of future and being “but that future ::smash, smash:: doesn’t scale”
at a bar at 1:50
tender tells us to ask if we want out cause the door’s locked, there’re been things on this street
thing is those MAX slashings were only the peak, I’m hearing heightened criminal/malicious weird from all over Portland
growing up I did always want to inherit the dirty funky city, maybe I’ll learn my lesson or learn something
saw people on Facebook complaining about how high the rent was these days and they weren’t wrong but they put it in terms of share-of-income by historical comparison
and like yes, but you’re taking for granted how cheap and high quality food and clothes are these days
even in the 80s-90s before NAFTA I remember people knowing how to cook liver and other organ and low-grade meat
the t-shirt revolution of the 90s, when American Apparel made its name as an upstream wholesaler (off made-in-America DoD contracts lol), involving advances in (digital-to-) printing and technology but also the fall of tariffs that protected the Carolinas’ industry
So today’s thought from nowhere has been “what if Lawrence of Arabia got one of those ‘80s cartoon spinoffs called 'Larrabya!’”
like we kind of just accept Deep Throat as a point of history, but imagine a major national security leak coming from someone codenamed Anal Slut
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Just gardened from before the sun set until after it rose again. A green bin, trash can, and 7 bags full of compost. I unearthed a stone patio and walkway under my backyard!
i want america to be like a start-up: to fail repeatedly and spectacularly, but for those failures to have no impact on me or the people i know because we all went to yale and personal financial insecurity is a foreign concept to us. also, when it succeeds, we immediately sell the whole thing, divesting ourselves of personal responsibility while augmenting our already vast wealth
i want america to be like a start-up: propelled by financially uncompensated 80-hour work weeks only made tolerable by the promise of an enormously statistically unlikely prosperous future
Pet peeve: drift in the concept of stormtroopers. Just saw crowd control police called stormtroopers on I suppose the grounds of being encased in riot armor, but like, they operate in lockstep formation to maintain the integrity of a defensive line, that’s the exact opposite of stormtroopers