

Cutting out more middle-men standing in between you and the content™ you want:
Just describe the website you’d like to visit, and Atlas will generate it for you, complete with hallucinated ideas and words, plainly incorrect basic math, and extra fingers.
We’ve always referred to this behavior (getting up somewhere just to look down on everybody) as “gargoyling.”
As if I needed a purpose-built app in order to send pictures of my shit to my friends and family.
Right? There was a window of time where it felt like the free market doing it’s thing and presenting a more desirable option at a greater value. Anymore it feels like AirBnB and hotels have reached equilibrium in their efforts to provide as little as possible at the greatest price.
We opted for a big name hotel last time we traveled, got a discounted rate that was close to any AirBnB after all the taxes and fees settled, and the experience was for shit. There was 1 person working the check-in counter, the lobby cafe, and answering the phones. The room was dirty and nobody answered the phone or returned the call about it. Food from the lobby was crap and cost more than going out would have. Check in and check out times were ridiculous.
We’re back to AirBnB this time around. I’ll say that it matters a lot who the owner is, but at least we get a shot at a decent accommodation… We don’t stay anywhere that has ridiculous “rules” or chores or looks like an IKEA inside.
Workshopping some snappy-sounding brand names over here:
Upvoted, but God damn this cut me deep.
Here’s something a little more verbose to tack on, which helped me a lot through a similar time:
Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.
- Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost (1887)
I had a cat named Kiki years ago who was a doppelganger for your Sesam… Truly one in a million. Was nice to see a little echo of her today. Hope you all are living your best life!


What AI democratizes in art, is the perception of skill.
I was a professional artist for many years, and often noted a strong preference for photo-realistic art among non-artists, often to the exclusion of any other style or aesthetic. The people around me who tried to draw or paint or sculpt, even just one time, often had an appreciation for a more diverse array of approaches and media.
To me, most AI ‘art’ feels like the product of ‘artists’ who don’t even really like art.
I had a girl cancel and reschedule our first date shortly before we were supposed to meet up. That date happened, and she confided in me that she’d done that on purpose to gauge my reaction and general demeanor before actually coming out to meet me. I respected that move, and I think I would have been okay with her bringing a friend instead, as long as it was just the once.
Anyway, that was eight years ago, we’re married now.

One semester? Looked like he was only there a couple hours TOPS before-- OH, oh, oh… I got ya.


Protests against HB4664 in the streets and the highways, gotcha
Seriously! It’s almost as if movies were never meant to be bottomless well of cash for wealthy investors, but rather some kind of “art” that takes time and special knowledge and genuine care from an “artist…”
Ah, there I go again.
I think it’s what they’re calling it “the Gen Z Stare.”

“It’s his right. His White House, his rules.”
- Some unwashed blue collar Trump voter with less than $100 in his back account


Thanks! I knew there was a term, but just couldn’t conjure it.


Oh, so Hertz has gotten wise to… every online platform that exists: Outsourcing all responsibility for their user-hostile bullshit to some vague “system” that cannot be held accountable.
I’m so sorry but the advertised cost has doubled because… Computer says so! No, sir, there’s nothing I can do, sir, you see it’s the system.
And you can’t go anywhere else, because everyone else is doing it (or soon will be) too!
The ol’ sausage twist


Of course not, the rules are for thee.
Google: “Block ads you don’t like.”
Me: Blocks ad
Google: Ad blocked; 928749638174002 Ads Remaining