My brother has been encouraging me to read The Blade Itself by Joe Abercrombie for a long time, and I’ve started it a few times and always got distracted.

Something clicked this time though, and I’m totally absorbed.

It’s also the first fiction I’ve read in a while, and I forgot what an escape it can be. What a weird thing to forget.

He’s fine, it’s a lifestyle thing for Georg

Forget his arm, where is his nose?

We use hamburgers as our unit of measure now, not grass clippings. That’s offensive.

Just act as if they would, because while you’re probably right, you don’t know, and it would be a poor reason not to do the right thing.

I think the golden rule is about as perfect a rule as exists, and I really think I can bootstrap an entirely humanist set of morals from it.

Even its Christian variant, love your neighbor as yourself, does the job very well without actually needing the attendant theology. You can make a very worthy entire life’s project out of progressively expanding your definition of who your neighbor is.

I had to print this image out and insert rectally for it to work but YMMV.

Nobody knows what they’re doing.

One of the best of all time.

That means it’s taste too Rocco

Reporting for doodie.

I’ve just been listening to the Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of The Bicameral mind and your username is a word I had to learn in the process.

Eh very much offense to society though

One can simply touch their own peehole with spicy fingers.

You don’t actually need the homies for this.

Watch him with Mehdi on Zeteo. He’s a real one.

Loved him since SLC Punk.

Don’t run from it.

It is a fresh assembly of deeper thoughts by smarter people. So it’s just an internet comment essentially.

Be less concerned, I was going for Bumper Sticker or T-Shirt slogan.

It’s the zeitgeist of the AI age; outsourcing our intention and tomorrowing our resolve.