

I see this opinion a lot and just can’t understand it. Oatmeal raisin cookies are great and chocolate chip cookies, melty or not, are just okay.
I see this opinion a lot and just can’t understand it. Oatmeal raisin cookies are great and chocolate chip cookies, melty or not, are just okay.
I have an inner monologue but it’s on like a half-second delay behind the actual thought. Like, I can picture a pineapple without thinking of the word pineapple first. Sometimes an entire sentence worth of meaning will form in an instant but the words don’t come until I’m trying to speak or type the thought out. Sometimes I can’t access a word at all, even though the concept is clear in my head and I know there is a specific word for this specific flavor of the concept.
Also, I can’t rotate a cube in my mind’s eye, but I can rotate a chicken.
Brains are weird.
Bloody slegs. Think they own the footpath!
SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. 🍻🎺
And if my grandmother had wheels she would be a bicycle!
I do not share your paranoia and I feel less despair than you seem to, but I am right there with you about AI art being a real problem. You don’t have to be a flawless human being to be right about that.
If I’m not the farmer?
I would follow a pre-scripted path depending on the day of the week and season, and refuse to accept more than two gifts. I would be a romance option, but the annoying kind that stays inside most of the time so it’s hard to build rapport.
For extra credit, I would post ads inexplicably asking for someone to bring me a topaz to rub on my sore knees.
Good for you. Gotta respect ya self 💪🏼