JustAnotherLemming
@lifeofthemindless.bsky.social
Yurt-dwelling gay-married climate collapse-obsessed metalhead farmer living in the PNW.
Somehow I still have love in my heart, along with all the fear and loathing.
He/him.
Somehow I still have love in my heart, along with all the fear and loathing.
He/him.
Anytime I hear this, I think about emergent misalignment. You can read the peer-reviewed academic paper on it here:
emergent-misalignment.com
emergent-misalignment.com
December 21, 2025 at 7:30 PM
Anytime I hear this, I think about emergent misalignment. You can read the peer-reviewed academic paper on it here:
emergent-misalignment.com
emergent-misalignment.com
Let’s all call each other luddites, and then go blow up some data centers (metaphorically of course)
December 21, 2025 at 7:22 PM
Let’s all call each other luddites, and then go blow up some data centers (metaphorically of course)
“Nobody’s ever seen a president this transparent.”
December 19, 2025 at 6:58 PM
“Nobody’s ever seen a president this transparent.”
Again, dark matter being invisible, hypothetical, and currently understood to account for almost a third of the universe. Maybe there’s room for some little people too. They are little, after all.
December 14, 2025 at 12:40 AM
Again, dark matter being invisible, hypothetical, and currently understood to account for almost a third of the universe. Maybe there’s room for some little people too. They are little, after all.
Your question is a hermeneutical one, about how to distinguish between accurate and inaccurate/incomplete perception. It’s generally accepted that we directly perceive a small fraction of the phenomenal world we inhabit, so saying a thing is invalid because we don’t usually see it is unscientific.
December 14, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Your question is a hermeneutical one, about how to distinguish between accurate and inaccurate/incomplete perception. It’s generally accepted that we directly perceive a small fraction of the phenomenal world we inhabit, so saying a thing is invalid because we don’t usually see it is unscientific.
Science also posits that dark matter is invisible, hypothetical, and accounts for roughly 27% of the mass-energy content of the universe.
I don’t mean simply in the sense of science (or the universe) being simple, just that it’s the most logical way to account for the phenomenon.
I don’t mean simply in the sense of science (or the universe) being simple, just that it’s the most logical way to account for the phenomenon.
December 13, 2025 at 11:20 PM
Science also posits that dark matter is invisible, hypothetical, and accounts for roughly 27% of the mass-energy content of the universe.
I don’t mean simply in the sense of science (or the universe) being simple, just that it’s the most logical way to account for the phenomenon.
I don’t mean simply in the sense of science (or the universe) being simple, just that it’s the most logical way to account for the phenomenon.
Like, if people from disparate cultures and no predisposition or expectation of seeing little people all see little people doing the same sorts of stuff and being cute, industrious, and non-threatening etc, their being *real* would be the simplest explanation.
December 13, 2025 at 11:09 PM
Like, if people from disparate cultures and no predisposition or expectation of seeing little people all see little people doing the same sorts of stuff and being cute, industrious, and non-threatening etc, their being *real* would be the simplest explanation.
Occam’s razor might have a slightly different take on this.
December 13, 2025 at 10:49 PM
Occam’s razor might have a slightly different take on this.
Nobody is talking about how big of a mess it would make if you dropped a billionaire into a third world country, blood and guts all over the place! Unless they’re like piñatas and gold coins would come exploding out all over the street instead of organs. That would be pretty cool.
December 13, 2025 at 8:33 PM
Nobody is talking about how big of a mess it would make if you dropped a billionaire into a third world country, blood and guts all over the place! Unless they’re like piñatas and gold coins would come exploding out all over the street instead of organs. That would be pretty cool.
“Coppice the rich” has an incredible ring to it.
December 13, 2025 at 8:25 PM
“Coppice the rich” has an incredible ring to it.
Also, stories are how we make meaning out of what happens in the world, and reciprocally, their relevance and connection to the real world is what gives stories their power and resonance)…so unless things stop happening in the world, we will always have new stories to tell.
December 13, 2025 at 7:28 PM
Also, stories are how we make meaning out of what happens in the world, and reciprocally, their relevance and connection to the real world is what gives stories their power and resonance)…so unless things stop happening in the world, we will always have new stories to tell.
It’s ok, you can say Gaza.
December 12, 2025 at 4:39 PM
It’s ok, you can say Gaza.
It’s like they’re trying to sell people and end to pain by giving them the means to eradicate for themselves any distinction between authentic and simulated connection.
December 10, 2025 at 10:51 PM
It’s like they’re trying to sell people and end to pain by giving them the means to eradicate for themselves any distinction between authentic and simulated connection.
Irreversible
I Stand Alone
Gummo
I Stand Alone
Gummo
December 10, 2025 at 10:07 PM
Irreversible
I Stand Alone
Gummo
I Stand Alone
Gummo
With all due respect, none of those are metaphors.
December 10, 2025 at 8:01 PM
With all due respect, none of those are metaphors.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always, and is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
What falls away is always, and is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
December 9, 2025 at 12:29 AM
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always, and is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
What falls away is always, and is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
Goddamn, the defense doesn’t fall far from the…tree (Nuzzi’s got me doing mixed/partial metaphors and I can’t stop).
Subheading: “…the controversy that launched 1000 think pieces and [CAUSED] journalists to eat their own.”
What are people doing?
Subheading: “…the controversy that launched 1000 think pieces and [CAUSED] journalists to eat their own.”
What are people doing?
December 7, 2025 at 6:06 PM
Goddamn, the defense doesn’t fall far from the…tree (Nuzzi’s got me doing mixed/partial metaphors and I can’t stop).
Subheading: “…the controversy that launched 1000 think pieces and [CAUSED] journalists to eat their own.”
What are people doing?
Subheading: “…the controversy that launched 1000 think pieces and [CAUSED] journalists to eat their own.”
What are people doing?
We are currently in a timeline in which not only this book is real, but also this:
youtu.be/39Uk_dts_EQ
youtu.be/39Uk_dts_EQ
Jailbait - Livvy (old Olivia Nuzzi myspace song)
YouTube video by JAYBO
youtu.be
December 6, 2025 at 6:47 PM
We are currently in a timeline in which not only this book is real, but also this:
youtu.be/39Uk_dts_EQ
youtu.be/39Uk_dts_EQ
And, viciously, this collective brain melt makes us all individually less and less capable of handling whichever piece of the puzzle/problem actually is our personal role to handle.
December 6, 2025 at 6:17 PM
And, viciously, this collective brain melt makes us all individually less and less capable of handling whichever piece of the puzzle/problem actually is our personal role to handle.
The raccoon smiled a raccoon smile, thinking, “she has made of me a metaphor, or so she thinks.” How could I have imagined that all along it was I who was the metaphor and the raccoon who was the real one. And yet I could not deny the undeniable—it hit me like a bolt of lightning from the bluest…
December 6, 2025 at 4:52 PM
The raccoon smiled a raccoon smile, thinking, “she has made of me a metaphor, or so she thinks.” How could I have imagined that all along it was I who was the metaphor and the raccoon who was the real one. And yet I could not deny the undeniable—it hit me like a bolt of lightning from the bluest…
More like Chekhov’s paws, when at the last minute, his desperation apparent, the raccoon swats RFK Jr’s face into thick ribbons of pungent, wet beef jerky, which, unlike cotton candy, will not arouse the flames of his hunger only to dissolve into the puddle of metaphor.
December 6, 2025 at 4:31 PM
More like Chekhov’s paws, when at the last minute, his desperation apparent, the raccoon swats RFK Jr’s face into thick ribbons of pungent, wet beef jerky, which, unlike cotton candy, will not arouse the flames of his hunger only to dissolve into the puddle of metaphor.