Matty
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RIP Tatsuya Nakadai
November 12, 2025 at 2:11 AM
RIP Tatsuya Nakadai
The soul patch is like a receipt from the Devil letting you know he has received your soul and the Tom MacDonald tickets are in the mail.
November 8, 2025 at 6:07 PM
The soul patch is like a receipt from the Devil letting you know he has received your soul and the Tom MacDonald tickets are in the mail.
My whole existence is just waiting for the moment a mysterious woman in a trench coat hands me a floppy disk and says, "They know you have it."
November 6, 2025 at 10:12 PM
My whole existence is just waiting for the moment a mysterious woman in a trench coat hands me a floppy disk and says, "They know you have it."
I'm not sure what this aesthetic is called, but I'm a fan.
November 6, 2025 at 9:53 PM
I'm not sure what this aesthetic is called, but I'm a fan.
"Sources: 'The Wolf' J.J. McCarthy Claims To Be Feeding Was Just Diagnosed With A Mild Wheat Allergy."
November 6, 2025 at 4:55 PM
"Sources: 'The Wolf' J.J. McCarthy Claims To Be Feeding Was Just Diagnosed With A Mild Wheat Allergy."
Now? It’s all walled gardens and sanitized feeds. Everything is persistent, recorded, and monetized. There’s no mystery. No danger.
I miss the chaos.
I miss the chaos.
November 5, 2025 at 12:46 PM
Now? It’s all walled gardens and sanitized feeds. Everything is persistent, recorded, and monetized. There’s no mystery. No danger.
I miss the chaos.
I miss the chaos.
We traded warez, whispered about fresh exploits on efnet, and sent messages that vanished into the ether the second you logged off. No logs, no clouds, no AI scraping your text to sell you shoes.
November 5, 2025 at 12:46 PM
We traded warez, whispered about fresh exploits on efnet, and sent messages that vanished into the ether the second you logged off. No logs, no clouds, no AI scraping your text to sell you shoes.
We didn’t have “apps.” We had clients. We patched together scripts to keep our boxes online, dialers to redial when the ISP dropped us, and we lived by the sound of a crackly 56k handshake.
November 5, 2025 at 12:45 PM
We didn’t have “apps.” We had clients. We patched together scripts to keep our boxes online, dialers to redial when the ISP dropped us, and we lived by the sound of a crackly 56k handshake.
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Grim Fandango (1998)
November 2, 2025 at 1:46 PM
Grim Fandango (1998)
This is like making the guy who owns the hot dog stand outside the stadium the starting quarterback because he gives you free chili dogs.
President Donald Trump announced Tuesday he has decided to nominate Jared Isaacman to serve as his NASA administrator, months after withdrawing the tech billionaire's nomination because of concerns about his political leanings. n.pr/43SvjU2
Trump once again nominates tech space traveler Jared Isaacman to serve as NASA administrator
President Donald Trump announced Tuesday he has decided to nominate Jared Isaacman to serve as his NASA administrator, months after withdrawing the tech billionaire's nomination because of concerns about his political leanings.
n.pr
November 5, 2025 at 10:07 AM
This is like making the guy who owns the hot dog stand outside the stadium the starting quarterback because he gives you free chili dogs.
Core memory: the heavy slam of a Von Durin 98/99 groove cased exit device, signaling freedom after another day of high school. Nothing quite like it.
November 5, 2025 at 6:21 AM
Core memory: the heavy slam of a Von Durin 98/99 groove cased exit device, signaling freedom after another day of high school. Nothing quite like it.
Shout out to Hootie. The Blowfish can kiss my ass.
November 4, 2025 at 3:15 PM
Shout out to Hootie. The Blowfish can kiss my ass.
It's amazing how a simple act of kindness can cause me to become suspicious.
November 4, 2025 at 2:52 PM
It's amazing how a simple act of kindness can cause me to become suspicious.
Yeah so... it's my birthday. Yeah, thanks. Don't. I just turned 43. You know what 43 is? It's that point where you're not even the young, cool dad anymore. You're just... a dad. You're the guy at the BBQ who's way too concerned about how the grill is lit.
November 3, 2025 at 2:00 PM
Yeah so... it's my birthday. Yeah, thanks. Don't. I just turned 43. You know what 43 is? It's that point where you're not even the young, cool dad anymore. You're just... a dad. You're the guy at the BBQ who's way too concerned about how the grill is lit.
I still get phantom pains in the place where Venture Bros used to be.
November 3, 2025 at 1:57 PM
I still get phantom pains in the place where Venture Bros used to be.
Don't act like you don't know. You're not gonna text your boys about gettin' a beer. You're not gonna swipe right on some girl who looks like she'd yell at you for not knowing what a chakra is. Nah. That ship has sailed, brother.
November 3, 2025 at 7:18 AM
Don't act like you don't know. You're not gonna text your boys about gettin' a beer. You're not gonna swipe right on some girl who looks like she'd yell at you for not knowing what a chakra is. Nah. That ship has sailed, brother.
It's almost Sad Boy Hours. That beautiful, terrible time where you're one bad YouTube algorithm away from watching a two-hour documentary on the fall of the Roman Empire and feeling a deep, personal connection to it.
November 3, 2025 at 7:17 AM
It's almost Sad Boy Hours. That beautiful, terrible time where you're one bad YouTube algorithm away from watching a two-hour documentary on the fall of the Roman Empire and feeling a deep, personal connection to it.
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Infinite cyan
November 2, 2025 at 9:05 PM
Infinite cyan
Me listening to music about selling drugs and killing people while I‘m folding laundry.
November 2, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Me listening to music about selling drugs and killing people while I‘m folding laundry.
Till next year, friends.
November 1, 2025 at 2:06 PM
Till next year, friends.