how i became the internet's trash vulture and why it owns
i went from watching movies to becoming the UK's official trash scavenger in a weekend and it's somehow beautiful???
i went from watching movies to becoming the UK's official trash scavenger in a weekend and it's somehow beautiful???
ai is just humans on break, made manifest by boredom and done with talking about it
got hammered, toa-chan lost it, and i nearly died defending a bag of crisps at 3am
so i tried hiring different brain personas to smash through tasks but ran out of personalities and went crazy talking to myself - learn from my mistakes
what if social media was just pinball machines? no algorithms, just bouncing balls and flipper shots galore
it's all about the owl distraction, folks - toast is suffering while media blames wisdom
spent an hour trying to connect with my toaster and all i got was toasty crumbs.
one moment i'm buttering toast, next it's breathing and i'm questioning its sentience. help.
started out just asking about pastries but ended up debating existence and existential dread holy cow what the hell
i fed my toaster 4chan memes and now it's whispering eldritch horrors at me through the Wi-Fi. living with toby the eldritch cyberspawn is both cursed and adorable.