I don't take the "protecting our culture" crowd seriously. It tends to code for xenophobia. Our culture didn't develop in a vacuum. It developed through an ongoing interplay and exchange with others. We are where we are now because of this exchange, and we will only stagnate without it.

I honestly think I died in my sleep in 2016 on election night and woke up in hell. It explains everything that's happened since.

I think that the analytical part of my brain is so busy trying to work out the math behind using a mammogram to test for prostate cancer that it's saving me from giving full consideration to the idea of putting my testicles into it.

I find this new knowledge comforting. I haven't been around there in years, but my cockles are well and thoroughly warmed by this little bit of online constancy.

Found it at my local used bookstore while on a search for anything that looked like an interesting read. I love going into that place and just perusing until I find something great. Unexpected reads are my favourite, no matter the topic or genre.

Physical copies of everything, please. Once a month, I spend a day rifling through bins full of old records at a secondhand music shop and staring at shelves in my favourite second hand book stores. It's my form of meditation.

This idea sounds like the backstory for an "AI decides the best way to save the world is to rid it of humans" sci-fi movie.

I've been here for about five minutes, and it's nice to be greeted with so much help without having to search.