In the words of Todd Hockney:

You figure that out yourself, Einstein? You got a team of monkeys working around the clock on this?

Keep in mind, this is a new Gilded Age. Trump would most certainly call in the Pinkertons for some good ol’ fashioned strike breaking.

As challenging as it would be, the Fallout universe.

Don’t know why. I just feel like in the Fallout universe, you can be anything you want to be as long as you can convince enough people to back you up. Those same people might eventually stab you in the back, but still…vigilance is a small price to have the freedom to climb from a nobody stumble-bum to a czar of your own city-state.

The weirdest thing about most of my dreams is that neither myself nor anyone I know is ever really in them. My brain just quite literally writes completely fictional movies for me to watch, with made up actors, made up places, etc…

One of the ones I remember the most was about two androids (a married couple???) are on holiday at a remote resort surrounded by forests on all sides. It’s not explained, but my brain just knows that this is a world where humanoid androids have entirely replaced biological humans and have essentially just “adopted” their lifestyles, but we don’t know what happened to the humans yet.

In the middle of their stay, two things happen simultaneously; first, the nuclear reactor that powers the resort begins to go critical and they need to escape. But outside, a horde of savage humans, essentially devolved cavemen, attack the resort, trapping them inside. With no way out, they find out that they can delay the meltdown by putting pencils on top of each heat vent on the floor (because sure, brain…why not?).

And then I woke up. Never did learn how it ended.

It’s an interesting start. But still has a very long way to go feature wise. I’m also unsure of how updates are supposed to work as it gets worked on.

Lou Diamond Phillips dramatic death scene lives rent-free in my brain forever.

its one of those movies that is so goofy and dumb, but the actors are having an absolute blast chewing the scenery.

Lou Diamond Phillips and Avery Brooks especially knew exactly what kind of movie they were in.

These men are frauds!

The Big Hit

My initial thought was that since 10% of the population hoard 50% of the wealth, that I would take that 300,000,000 and divide it amongst the other 90% to flip the corporate script on it’s head. But it turns out that’s only 40 bucks per person…

I’ve long held the belief that the greatest damage to the working class is the phrase “you should feel lucky to even have a job.” Because it allows the corporations to largely do whatever they want, creating a top-down economy by default.

But imagine if people only had to work if they wanted to. A writer could write without needing to get a “real job”. A carpenter who loves making homemade furniture and selling it no longer has to limit his hobby because he’s unable to make a living doing it. A person has a dream of running their own coffee shop, but can’t because they need all of their hours to just make sure the kids are fed.

If everyone can pursue a living how they want to make a living instead of stepping on our passions because there are bills to pay, then suddenly, the corporations have to deserve US, and not the other way around. I don’t need your shit wages. I don’t need your lack of health care. Make it worth my while for me to give my skills to your company or GTFO.

That’s essentially the dream of a UBI, and I initially thought I could kick start that by spreading my 300 billion around to the 90% rank and file. But it turns out I’m shit at math.

“We’re Still in this fight”

No you’re not. You never were. “Fighting” doesn’t mean letting the other side play by their own rules with the only consequence being “watchdogs”, “alarmism” and finger wagging.

You never actually DID anything. So no…you never fought, you just wrung your hands and hoped.

I haven’t tried the 60s yet, but I’ve heard good things about Westlake. My entire reading world changed when I discovered the original hard-boiled works of Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler.

Moved my youtube habits away from doom and gloom news channels and instead to history documentaries and old episodes of Best of the Worst.

Similar to that, spend more time on Pluto TV/Roku/Tubi watching terrible low budget sci-fi and old comfort episodes of Quantum Leap and TNG.

I wanted another season of American Vandal on Netflix.

First season was good. But while the second season started slow, it ended with what I thought was a pretty intense emotional pivot.

You begin with a poop joke, and end with a commentary on the illegal sharing of a persons intimate photos online and the harassment and blackmail that can come from that. It was really really good. I wanted to see what else they could come up with.

I was taught by someone who really understood that it really is just geometry and as long as your first position is correct and you turn to the right angles, it’s simple. The only time I really screw up is if there’s someone behind me or in front of me keeping me from setting up properly.

Because there isn’t going to BE a settlement. Not a while longer anyway.

Trump is going to say “Ukraine, let Russia have whatever it has taken”. Ukraine is (rightfully) going to say “fuck that…they’re not getting an inch”. Trump responds by stopping all aid.

This is a buildup to help them while they transition on only being able to rely on the EU for support because Trump is all up in papa-putin’s-panties and Biden knows it.

I love learning new things that had just never occurred to me before. It happens a lot more here than it ever did back on Reddit.

Capitalism doesn’t care that what made Star Wars special in the first place was that it only came out every twenty years of so.

There’s no profit in Absence makes the heart grow fonder

That’s called being a Dilettante. Jack of all trades, master of none.

No offence intended, but that’s hardly uncommon enough to be show-worthy.

My ability to correctly and perfectly parallel park nearly 95% of the time is one of the skills I’m oddly the most proud of.