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Cake day: June 8th, 2023

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  • Your endocrine system hasn’t even let go of the controls in your brain yet. Don’t let a guy who is so prone to substance abuse make important decisions. Once the night shift takes over a lot of your “airtight and very clever” philosophies will seem simple, trite and one dimensional.

    One day you’ll be in the shower getting ready to start your day. Nothing particularly significant will have occurred to you the day before, but the “perspective shift” happens and all of a sudden, you won’t know why you ever felt the way you used to. Scary as shit, comes out of the blue, and definitely doesn’t happen to us all. But it’s a cool achievement to unlock and lets you respec for a conceptualization bonus.

    If that does happen, I hope you remember this thread and have replay. See if you are still the same you as you were.



  • It solves everything. Teaching children to think critically solves everything. Critical thinking is at odds with a conservative mindset.

    The natural evolution of an educated child engaging in critical thinking is away from selfishness, again: wholly at odds with conservatism, a deeply selfish movement.

    Not teaching your kids that conservatives are lying about wanting to keep them safe, when they actually want to control many aspects of their lives is tantamount to knowing the forest next to your home you play in is filled with rabid animals and not telling them about it. It’s bad parenting at best.

    My kids gonna make her own choices. She might choose something I disagree with but it won’t be because I didn’t teach her about right and wrong, and what goes in to determining that.





  • Imagine you are a machine. Yes, I know. But imagine you’re a different kind of machine, one built from metal and plastic and designed not by blind, haphazard natural selection but by engineers and astrophysicists with their eyes fixed firmly on specific goals. Imagine that your purpose is not to replicate, or even to survive, but to gather information. I can imagine that easily. It is in fact a much simpler impersonation than the kind I’m usually called on to perform. I coast through the abyss on the colder side of Neptune’s orbit. Most of the time I exist only as an absence, to any observer on the visible spectrum: a moving, asymmetrical silhouette blocking the stars. But occasionally, during my slow endless spin, I glint with dim hints of reflected starlight. If you catch me in those moments you might infer something of my true nature: a segmented creature with foil skin, bristling with joints and dishes and spindly antennae. Here and there a whisper of accumulated frost clings to a joint or seam, some frozen wisp of gas encountered in Jupiter space perhaps. Elsewhere I carry the microscopic corpses of Earthly bacteria who thrived with carefree abandon on the skins of space stations or the benign lunar surface—but who had gone to crystal at only half my present distance from the sun. Now, a breath away from Absolute Zero, they might shatter at a photon’s touch. My heart is warm, at least. A tiny nuclear fire burns in my thorax, leaves me indifferent to the cold outside. It won’t go out for a thousand years, barring some catastrophic accident; for a thousand years, I will listen for faint voices from Mission Control and do everything they tell me to. So far they have told me to study comets. Every instruction I have ever received has been a precise and unambiguous elaboration on that one overriding reason for my existence.

    -Peter Watts, Blindsight