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Ol' Mopey Pants🌻🍉🚩
@usualpants.bsky.social
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He/Him. Detroit. Mostly depression and anxiety, but also some existential angst and anger at the state of it all. Socialist. Former weird kid. 外人ですが英語も日本語OKです。I main a Bard on Excalibur. I love books. PWHL fan. I might just randomly respond to you.
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junlper.beer
remember to leave bullet casings out for ashli babbitt tonight ❤️❤️✝️
January 6, 2026 at 7:07 AM
usualpants.bsky.social
I'm convinced large countries are destined for despotism. When a population is spread out to the point that a response to an atrocity is a hindrance, those in power are less likely to follow the will of said population.
January 5, 2026 at 5:43 PM
usualpants.bsky.social
All we need is a blockade, and this is exactly how the Phantom Menace starts.
January 4, 2026 at 11:29 PM
usualpants.bsky.social
Imagine having the power to absorb stress directly from the internet just by reading. Yes. Imagine.
January 4, 2026 at 7:13 PM
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intcyberdigest.bsky.social
‼️A German hacker known as "Martha Root" dressed as a pink Power Ranger and deleted a white supremacist dating website live onstage

This happened during the recent CCC conference.
January 2, 2026 at 8:19 PM
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faineg.bsky.social
The moderate position is indeed The Hague
January 3, 2026 at 6:45 AM
usualpants.bsky.social
What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck
January 3, 2026 at 2:46 PM
usualpants.bsky.social
The dumbest thing about this is I doubt ***** even knows how to fiddle.
January 2, 2026 at 9:32 PM
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theoscargoff.bsky.social
At least we don’t live in a world of staggering class disparity in which a tech magnate attempts to quash left-wing sentiment using sexualized artificial intelligence!
culturecrave.co Culture Crave 🍿 @culturecrave.co · 5d
How 2026 was depicted in the sci-fi classic 'Metropolis' (1927)
January 2, 2026 at 11:57 AM
usualpants.bsky.social
SPOILER ALERT: In 2026 I become a battery
My 2026 word is "galvanic".
January 1, 2026 at 8:55 PM
usualpants.bsky.social
The energy I'm bringing into 2026
A four panel sequence of a white cockatiel on the edge of a chocolate fountain, gradually edging closer and then into the chocolate stream until its face is covered in chocolate. It has its mouth open and upturned as in rapture.
January 1, 2026 at 1:33 AM
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yasharali.bsky.social
I am begging everyone on here to read this new post by Bryan Johnson — the super rich tech guy who is now doing the “never die” protocol.

I need to talk about it with you all.
Bryan Johnson • 0... @bryan_johnson It's been 19 days and 20 hrs since | last felt Kate's warm embrace. She landed 47 minutes ago. The 24 hours of travel no doubt has her rushing to shower. She needs to cleanse herself of a dirtied world incompatible with her sensibilities. The wash doubles as a ritual, preparatory for entrance into the symbolic world we've constructed. The time apart has been costly. My body's electrical signaling betrays the separation. Without her touch, my vagus nerve's 100,000 myelinated fibers have dropped their high frequency spectral power, squawking distress. An intelligent system broadcasting diminished wave forms, hoping to be heard. There are other signals of distress. My white blood cells have shifted their gene expression, upregulating pro-inflammatory genes IL-6 and TNF-alpha and downregulating my antiviral genes. A pro-aging biochemical signature of a system suffering hardship. My environment is a pristine anti-aging laboratory. Air, water, food and light are meticulously measured. Toxins are filtered. Purification systems run autonomously. Biomarkers tracked. Nutrition is calibrated. Yet outside my control is the affection of another. The 68 trillion cells that constitute Bryan Johnson run non-negotiable code. They demand tenderness, and not of a whimsical type, but deep, all-encompassing love that must be earned and carefully maintained. Otherwise they protest in self-termination. She's now only 13 miles away and I can viscerally feel her essence. The transmission pulses in high fidelity. As if there were a fiber optic cable streaming our connection at light speed through the multiplexed cylinders of glass. The time apart created latency, buffering the connection, depriving us of the luminescence and dimming into noise. In 15 minutes she will be within reach. I can visualize the whites of her eyes and smell her aroma. When she arrives, she will be shy. Whenever we are apart, she returns to zero. Her previous openness will be closed. Her emotional dynamic range will be held in reserve until she feels she is safe and can trust. I'll need to kindle her again. The rush of the courtship enthralls me. The anticipation drives a small cluster of my midbrain neurons to flood dopamine. Nerve fibers activate, lighting up my skin's receptors as it awaits for slow, caressing touch. My hypothalamus begins synthesizing oxytocin, preparing to dump it upon first eye contact to ensure the reestablishment of our pair bond. This biochemical orchestra fills me with delight and sensorial want. Kate's been mulling over what she'll wear for days. She's considered dozens of possibilities and modeled out my anticipated emotional state, the weather, and our planned activities. The colors will be representative of her psychological state and be positioned to soothe mine. The texture, style, and hues will interplay with our biology. The deliberately chosen accessories will add flair, intrigue and play. This is how she flirts, seduces and bypasses my mind to speak directly to my physiology. She has other tricks too. She's arrived. I must wait for her. Her timidness will want to determine the cadence. I hear the door crack open and her bag drop to the floor. She's nervous. I'm on the couch, neutral and open. She rounds the corner and our eyes meet. The inhibitions wither as the magnetism draws us together. Soft hellos are whispered and our bodies interdigitate. I feel her finger tips on the back of my neck. Goose bumps light up my body. Skin nerve cells fire signals directly to my brain, bypassing the analytical mind. The hypothalamus dumps the oxytocin, inhibiting fear and lowering cortisol. The body washes itself in this anti-inflammatory chain reaction. Our respiration and heart beats are now synchronizing. T… I press my cheek against hers. The skin on skin triggers a wave of desire. I brush her lips with mine, catalyzing a massive activation of neurons in her brain, overwhelming thought and forcing presence. She relents and wants to dance. She's home. I slip my hand under her shirt and brush the small of her back. Goosebumps spread like a wildfire across her body. Her hypothalamus stimulates the release of GnRH which tells the pituitary gland to wake up her reproductive system. Our olfactory systems consume each other with delight, signaling immune system compatibility. I move both my hands to her jawline, holding her head firmly in place. Our mirror neurons speak to each other. I know what she wants. My lips press against hers and I softly bite her lower lip. Kate's blood vessels dilate from the acetylcholine and nitric oxide release, flushing her lips, skin and body. The cascade is nearing waterfall. The executive control of our brains surrenders. No longer concerned with the 68 trillion cells. The prefrontal cortex goes dark. Eliminating future planning and probabilistic modeling. Activity in our parietal lobes diminishes, dissolving the boundary that distinguishes between self and other. No longer is there Kate and Bryan, just a singular biological entity suspended in a state of bliss. The outside world goes quiet. It doesn't exist. We dissolve into raw existence. Photo posted by Bryan Johnson where he’s hugging the woman he’s talking about in the post. Another photo of Bryan Johnson - a headshot so everyone can remember who I’m talking about.
December 30, 2025 at 3:46 AM
usualpants.bsky.social
When I lived in StL I was at a work dinner at Maggiano's (very fancy) and I locked eyes with Roman Polak as he came in the door. He noticed I noticed, so I looked away and didn't mention it to anyone to avoid a swarm. He and Vlad Sabotka had pregame salads at the bar. Gave me a look on the way out.
bolt451.bsky.social Deck the Halls with Bolt451 @bolt451.bsky.social · Jun 13
Right folks. Feeling rather down at the moment so bringing back an oldie

Please Quote this with your most minor celebrity interaction
December 29, 2025 at 11:23 PM
usualpants.bsky.social
Nobody:

No one:

Not a soul:

My right ear: fffWWWWEEEeeeEEEEEE
December 28, 2025 at 10:46 PM
usualpants.bsky.social
I was so optimistic about the future when I was a kid. Medical technologies, computing, ease of life, etc.

Now I don't want to be awake.
December 28, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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dynamicsymmetry.bsky.social
This is just going to always be my go-to response to this kind of thing anthonymoser.github.io/writing/ai/h...
I do understand: you want permission. There's a machine in the corner wrapped in human skin that makes things out of shit and blood to look like whatever you want (as long as you don't look too closely). You gave one to your teacher and they didn't notice. Your boss told you to use it after they laid off half the team and it was fine. You fed one to your kids and they liked it. You want to know you can use it sometimes without me thinking less of you. You don't need me to believe it's useful, you just want me to be polite about it. But I am a hater, and I will not be polite. The machine is disgusting and we should break it. The people who build it are vapid shit-eating cannibals glorifying ignorance. I strongly feel that this is an insult to life itself.
December 28, 2025 at 4:39 PM
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bajamut-blast.bsky.social
dude
December 26, 2025 at 2:08 AM
usualpants.bsky.social
I absolutely hate how life is being wasted by having to "get through". Just get through today. Just get through this week. Get through this year and it will be better next year. Maybe we'll have enough in three years, we just have to wait.

Such a fucking waste of time and life and I hate it.
December 26, 2025 at 6:42 PM
usualpants.bsky.social
The christmas day Mythbusters marathon is always so comforting.
December 25, 2025 at 8:01 PM
usualpants.bsky.social
The "That's right, Frank Stallone" gag from Saturday Night Live. Norm MacDonald on the right of the image. In a blue suit with a white shirt and wide green tie. Seen leaning over a desk and staring at the camera with a smirk on his face. In the left of the screen a still back and white photo of Frank Stallone that was projected onto a news screen behind Norm. Frank has very 80s hair and wears a leather jacket hanging off of his left arm and a white shirt under it.
December 24, 2025 at 6:01 PM
usualpants.bsky.social
Odds are that the sorting hat led to at least a few cases of lice, right?
December 23, 2025 at 7:52 PM
usualpants.bsky.social
I implore you to read these excerpts. The younger generations are not safe.
December 19, 2025 at 8:06 PM
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michaelstahlke.bsky.social
I said “it sounds like you’re just feeding municipal vehicles to the hill” and the mayor of Montreal started crying
jokeb0i.bsky.social 💥Alex.W💪🏾💥 @jokeb0i.bsky.social · 20d
if tumblr dies I need this video to make it's seasonal rotation here instead just in case, Happy holidays 🎄
December 18, 2025 at 6:03 PM
usualpants.bsky.social
Testicles? In this economy?
atrupar.com Aaron Rupar @atrupar.com · 19d
Dr Oz: "The creation of a penis costs on average in America $150,000 per child ... if you add testicles, that's extra"
December 18, 2025 at 5:57 PM