Societies being run by brains in a jar still sounds better than our current system.

You should monetize that hobby. Go into healthcare or prostitution, maybe even life portrait artistry if you’re really good at it.

That would go great as a rotating poster setup for home decoration.

Come on down and make a dbzer0 account where words aren’t censored to “protect” you from being offended!

Adding a small red light by the toilet might remedy this. You get to aim properly and it might not mess with your ability to go back to sleep.

You should read Feed by MT Anderson. It’s a cyberpunk story where almost everyone has a computer implanted in their brain. One of the few characters who doesn’t immediately fails his job interview because he couldn’t get a DM from the guy sitting across his desk.

Addiction’s still around, it just jumped to different things like screen time and gaming. Everything else is getting too expensive to maintain.

I can pop my neck at will thanks to a childhood judo injury. Thanks sensei!

I also have ridiculously sensitive hearing where I constantly pick up background noise, like a radio with its gain set too high. It’s hard to hear people talk over the noise of a common house fan in the room.

This pic is in Nashville in case anyone’s wondering. Still can’t figure out where that dog’s from though…

Crispín chocolate covered wafer cookie snack bars. They were huge and only cost like 79 cents. They were around up until about 2 years ago when they suddenly went out of production.

Eggo Waf-Fulls had a fruit filling inside. Their strawberry filling was to die for. It’s a real tragedy we haven’t seen them again after over 20 years.

I was once at a kind of pawn shop and was holding a few games I was planning to buy. A shop clerk came by, asked to look at the games, took a picture of them, and went back to his counter without saying a word. I left the games back where I found them and walked out. They didn’t do this with any of the other Japanese customers. Racism is definitely around, just not everywhere.

Some guy wearing a large hoodie got on the piss-soaked train right before the doors closed. As he was walking down the aisle he stopped right in front of me, pulled out a Taser, and lit it up right by my face. Right after he opened up his hoodie like the RE 4 merchant and showed a collection of batteries, tasers, Bluetooth speakers and all sorts of other junk. He was the world’s shittiest salesman.