Living will kill me. Hoping for anything less is delusion.

I love that, despite AI being disruptive, tech CEOs are sticking to the same tired, time-tested advice: retrain and retool.

The issue is that they don't know if that will work either. That "advice" is just what it's always been - a way for the system to have no accountability to its constituents.

It's remarkable when you meet someone who meets you with patience. Not the kind of patience that condones cruelty, but one that understands enough to work with you to massage out your rough edges. To grow together.

Second best part of being married is having two families to disappoint.

In the event of my death, I would like for my body to be suspended, naked, in formalin and to be placed in an art gallery under the title "The Physical Impossibility of Getting Laid in the Mind of Damien Hirst".

checking in on my authenticator app this morning. I don’t need to authenticate anything, I just wanna see what zany numbers that thing is cookin up

Anyone else sick of competitive generational rhetoric? Just seems like boomers are all about it.

Writing again
jakejoslyn.substack.com/p/after-much...

home?

The best part of having cats is diagnosing their attachment styles and Myers-Briggs personality types.

Man, people are going all out on these April Fool's pranks!

I saw articles claiming we have a US president who wants to invade Greenland, tariff everything, turn Canada into the 51st state AND run for a third term.

At least try and be realistic if you're going to try to fool people, right?

For anyone on the fence about whether or not to have a body, I'll say don't do it.

Food might make it worthwhile, but everything else about it is pretty questionable.

Joy and pleasure count as resistance because no amount of money or power can release the miserable from their misery. They cannot create, and they cannot love, so they seek only to share their misery.

When you create and when you love, you resist their misery, and you stand to share your joy.

Wow, bold. New Executive Order to rename Jesus Christ to Jesus America.

I'm just going to split the difference and start calling it the "Gulf of Jizz"

All I want for my birthday.

I am a man now. I know because my farts sound like my father's farts before me.

Amen.

I wrote something new today.

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