WhyEssEff

i'm waiting

• find and dispatch the progenitor of woke
• create an elevator into hollow earth from Santa's Workshop (hyperborea theorized by @BasedHitlerGroypMaster [Secretary of State] to be in the core)
• disprove the germ theory of disease once and for all (can't see it)
• new crime: politics in video games. punishable by death (entire dev team)
• find the two individuals in that high school football kiss retvrn image that chuds keep posting and give them a medal of honor
• new initiatives for fetuses
• dewoke the sleep cycle
• elon (bad k batch) to be interned in the tomb of the unknown soldier
• rescreen 1950s ads
• drone strike hawaii (woke governor)
• review biased anti-phrenological crusade against lobotomies
• find a way to initiate the whites-only rapture

it is fucking priceless that an innovation that contained such simplicities as "don't use 32-bit weights when tokenizing petabytes of data" and "compress your hash tables" sent the stock exchange into 'the west has fallen' mode. I don't intend to take away from that, it's so fucking funny

This is not the rights issue, this is not the labor issue, this is not the merits issue, this is not even the philosophical issue. This is the cognitive issue. When not exercised, parts of your brain will atrophy. You will start to outsource your thinking to the black box. You are not built different. It is the expected effect.

I am not saying this is happening on this forum, or even that there are tendencies close to this here, but I preemptively want to make sure it gets across because it fucked me up for a good bit. Through Late 2023–Early 2024 I found myself leaning into both AI images for character conceptualization and AI coding for my general workflow. I do not recommend this in the slightest.

For the former, I found that in retrospect, the AI image generation reified elements into the characters I did not intend and later regretted. For the latter, it essentially kneecapped my ability to produce code for myself until I began to wean off of it. I am a college student. I was in multiple classes where I was supposed to be actively learning these things. Deferring to AI essentially nullified that while also regressing my abilities. If you don't keep yourself sharp, you will go dull.

If you don't mind that or don't feel it is personally worth it to learn these skills besides the very very basics and shallows, go ahead, that's a different conversation but this one does not apply to you. I just want to warn those who did not develop their position on AI beyond "the most annoying people in the world are in charge of it and/or pushing it" (a position that, when deployed by otherwise-knowledgeable communists, is correct 95% of the time) that this is something you will have to be cognizant of. The brain responds to the unknowable cube by deferring to it. Stay vigilant.

insurance companies will use cryingliberal.gif in their ads, set to little dark age, erika, and tom macdonald. the wendy's account will start saying racial slurs entirely unprompted. amc will start screening lady ballers indefinitely. there will be an official spongebob cryptocurrency (immediately rugpulled). new york times will consult licensed phrenologists in their exposé of sweet baby inc. a24 will make a mussolini puff piece and it will win best picture. you thought black square posting was insufferable, wait till white square posting happens

announced a month ago. totally flew under my radar. sucks they couldn’t get the Alias Conrad Coldwood soundtrack back for it, apparently at least they got Toby Fox on the recomposition efforts. still

wasting years learning about poll optimization and legal jargon when I want to learn about the organization of society. i guess i assumed the so-called 'science of politics' encompassed that more so. it sucks because I'm a senior and at this point I guess I'll just ride it out

anew. unending. forever.

the rakesteppers of all time. the best to ever trip on their own shoelaces. fumbling world champs.

gentrification stops with me

1. go to red state
2. take out life insurance policy on 6-week old fetus (legally a person)
3. go to blue state
4. get an abortion
5. claim life insurance policy

new hustle learn

that is going to lobotomize me. no shot. get the fuck off my device

We've known for well-too-long. We all just assumed someone would pick up the slack.

The plebes–ordained impotent–petitioned the bureaucrats. The bureaucrats tossed it to the financiers and the financiers raffled it to the entrepreneurs. The entrepreneurs ran circles around the financiers, hoping the philanthropists would pick up the slack, and the philanthropists bestowed it to the plebes.

We wouldn't see the through-lines. We felt them, stochastic, reverberant, but refused to pin them down. The excess–an anomaly, a trend, a stress, a taboo. It's not as if we were unaware. No, we were well aware. We knew the stakes. We just figured it'd be dealt with. We've abdicated and abrogated and abnegated and, well, isn't it over by now?

But it's not over. It's not over, and we know it's not over. We have to tell ourselves it's over, because if we dare to think it isn't, then we have to change. And it can't be just one of us. There's no child from Omelas and no Christ on the cross. Just a furthering malaise that no one can bear. But the market fulfills the masses, and the masses meld to the market. So, who's to blame?

We're to blame, of course. Well, not equally. But, in a way, somewhat? Well, even then, no. Everyone responsible is either too moneyed to feel or too abstracted to pin. So can we punish? Can we hate? Can we scream along the sawed trees, cry into the acid ocean, hack up a lungful of lingering smog? You can, but what does it do? There's just another waiting, none irreplaceable. The heavenly mandate is maintenance.

Maintenance forever and calcified. We reupholster the bodies of our dead and play house with their meat puppets. We serve a vision marketed to our ancestors by decomposing bones. We bury ourselves alive along with them and suffocate. All who cry out are snuffed summarily. So we go, and we go, and we go.

And now we are here, on a conveyor belt to Abaddon. The lever has been disseminated out of sight. The ferryman takes trips by the dozen. We face Death yet refuse to address the Reaper. Our directive is eternal and inert. We drift on the white-water and drag the anchor with us. The now died decades ago. We don its corpse to the masquerade for one last waltz.

In the end, we're not having fun. But someone else might be. Someone else might be.