Are we human?
Or are we tired?
My brain is sleepy.
I feel so old.

Friendly PSA: a hidden enemy is ALWAYS WORSE than a seen enemy.

Someone please tell me your go-to fever dream movie because A Troll in Central Park is playing nonstop in my brain.

My toddler occasionally transforms into a cat named "Meow-meow". Meow-meow is feisty, and when I try to converse with her in what I can only assume is the cat phonetic alphabet, I'm informed that I, in fact, cannot speak Meow. Only Meow-meow can speak Meow (not daddies).

I'm in this picture but my brain is too small to do anything about it.

We had a mandatory AI training at work the other day, and I said "sorry but my Large Language Model is only accepting Costco food court hotdog inputs currently, and therefore no new knowledge will be necessary" but my request was denied.

'FEAR IS THE MIND KILLER' is what I repeat to myself in bed as I doom scroll ad infinitum.

Do you think we're obsessed with Severance because characters in the show actually take daily atrocities seriously?

This only took me <5 mins to respond to because I remember every single bathroom break I ever take!

One of my favorite things about doing laundry is absolutely nothing at all.

My annual “why do I live here” post

Sleepy pup 🥱

Stray albeit late thoughts on #Arcane:

- So heimerdinger saw it all before: a sole being eliminating all life for a final “peace”.
- He’s swept to another dimension, and he works to bring back the one person who could rewind a crucial final moments. [1]

Oh no, the Chinese plagiarism machine might have plagiarized the American plagiarism machine

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How I wish phone alarms worked:

Are we human? Or are we soup? My belly’s quite full. My stove is cold.

My life’s goal is to correctly guess “Shrek” in every single word game possible.

I'm here because I heard the sky was bluer.