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Nah I approve of OPs wording. More people need that level of basic epistemological humility in their everyday speech.

It’ll be fixed?

The equivalent is just the literal equivalent. There’s plenty of books where dudes fuck aliens or monster girls like https://a.co/d/1FZRltv

Haremfantasy is a whole genre of erotic literature that is set in fantasy worlds. There’s hella sexy goblin girls.

It’s degenerate filth but recently I’ve found myself dipping my toes in…

Was he particularly in a position to stop that?

Ahhhhh

You are that rock?

…because that rock is about to fuck up that whale’s whole year.

Jesus. That’s how you end up on an episode if Dateline.

I feel the existence of an “export” option in a piece of software is noble in this day and age, and I’m so appreciative of it.

It says “look, I don’t WANT you to go to my competitor, but I’m not gonna try to hold your data hostage to prevent it.”

It’s class, as the Scottish would say.

Okay but if you get stuck, at least try to get in one good asphyx-e-wank on your way out.

I got too heated lol, forgot to check what neighborhood I was in.

Do you mean your idea of white is more inclusive or less inclusive and where are you from?

And who qualifies as black or African where you’re from?

What scientists are these? Fully half of the U.S. is going to be underwater in the next thirty years?

Bull fucking shit.

‘claim’

Lmao that’s a strong word for an off-the-cuff conversational riff you saw on social media.

You can’t keep secrets from the future.

Heard that once in a song about how all encryption is doomed to break against future math/computing power. Great eery phrase.

Nice!

👌👌

This is my favorite comic. It’s called False Knees.

Latest: https://falseknees.com/comics/439.html

On the glory of fall: https://falseknees.com/comics/389.html

The source of all your problems: https://falseknees.com/comics/381.html

Sad little human. I have written my treatises into the warp and weft of reality itself. I have twisted my curiosity into the folds of your DNA and stamped my waxing madness into the ragged edges of the telomeres that mark your days as numbered. I have made of the stars a celestial QR code that burns across the skies of every planet, that burns across the eyes of every ape who stares into the night and asks “why?”. I announced The Work with a bang of gas and light and awe and set time itself into motion so my scripture could expand eternally into the infinite, benighted expanse.

• questions about identity are so damn interesting. Like what exactly is being referenced when we say “Sarah” or “Coco-Cola” or “Spain”?

• I’m gonna be pissed if I find out my soul is just some 16 trillion digit hex number.

• I think if humans had visible UUIDs they would still only account for a part of our understanding of a person’s identity. If you could make utterly perfect copies of people like you can with objects and they only differed by their UUID…how different would those two people be really? How many people for example would be happy to replace a dead loved one with such a copy?