It is an excellent book however.

It’s more like:

• the handgun is an Uzi
• the gun owner is senile and has tremors in their hands
• the foot is painted bright orange, is 10 sizes larger than average, and is dusted in a light seasoning of primacord.

Lol American’t so it’s gonna pout.

Used to be my favorite t-shirt…

I lived in Calgary, in Harper’s riding while that slime was in power. I don’t, and didn’t, give a wet slap if I was the ONLY green booger on his otherwise blue quilt, my vote was my way to tell him, every time I could, that we weren’t all in his corner. So, damn straight I voted, every goddamn time I could and you should too.

Or maybe they meant sweats.

No, he’s got a point. AI already scores, on average, at least 8.7 kilo-arts on the quantitative art scale we all use already (and have, ever since the Renaissance gave us all that pesky realism), and line always go up, as we know.

Not sure if I need the /s but here it is.

ARE WE LEARNING HOW “SOCIAL MEDIA” WORKS YET HUMANITY?

Seriously. How many more fucking times do we need to go around this goddamn merry go round until we just start calling each other on the phone and meeting face to face again. You know, where the only enshittification is the one you bring with you. It’s fucking boring me now, how many of these stupid ass things I didn’t join because I’ve already, apparently, gotten the memo and how, inevitably, something like this happens, and everyone acts surprised and disappointed , as though inevitability was a concept they felt they’d been given a sabbatical from or something.

This. Shit. Ain’t. Free. There is an inherent cost, an “effort” required to communicate with others. You pay it with money, time or privacy. The overwhelming choice lately has been “privacy”, but it’s obviously something that not everyone is comfortable with, because we didn’t have the term “enshittification” before we started this flavor of our collective idiocy.