It’s the gush gallop, when those kind of intellectually dishonest assholes find themselves in a bad position, they start throwing shit out rapid fire, and then they go “so really, we’re both right, but actually you’re wrong”

You can’t refute the facts, because they’re not real. If you try to nail them down on one, they’ll concede an infinite amount of points and make new ones

The only way to win is to steal the momentum and nail them on questions they can’t answer on camera, then humiliate them

Which is no kind of way to exchange ideas, but that’s not what they’re there for

Exactly.

Money makes everything horrible. I loved every moment of volunteering, I’ve done so many off the wall things because someone needed help and I have a wide skillet. I love saving the day. I don’t even like praise, I just like the satisfaction of knowing I helped

But money makes me feel yucky. I hate talking about it, I hate asking for it, I hate using it… I’m ok with having it, but only if I don’t look at it. I’m even conflicted about rewards for my work

I want to help people. I want a place i can make my own. I want to be free, to have a place where I can build unrestricted

That’s one of the big lies of capitalism. Everyone likes to work. We just don’t like being told what to do, and we especially don’t like to be exploited

My best interaction today was helping someone pick up the peanut butter stand he knocked over - I only picked up like 4 jars, but I lived up to my morals and that felt nice. I turned an embarrassing event into something communal, we exchanged like three sentences, and at least three people’s days were made better for a minute long event

It feels good to help. It feels good to do. The money (and implicit coercion) is what makes it feel bad

I mean, honestly? If you do anything hard enough capitalism will yield enough to make it a living… Eventually

Capitalism wants us all to be interchangable cogs, but humans are humans. People like passionate people, if you want to weave baskets out of trash, you could just refuse to accept “that’s not a job” and do it all day every day

By sheer force of will, you can turn anything into a job. It’s probably not going to make you rich, there will be hard times, most everyone in your life will almost attack you for it every step of the way, but if you refuse to bend eventually the world will

This is fucking stupid. It’s when you concentrate as group in a place. That fucking simple. And it’s, it’s always horrible

I think this is actually a fair question in the service industry. You’re just need to read between the lines

“Can you lie to my face in corpo speak? Can you do it unprompted, when we both know you’re lying?”

Yup… Pretty much. Imagine where we’d be if we had another 15 years of digital slingshot ahead

I’m a gender abolitionist, so I’m just going to chill and download an emulator when the time feels right for me

No. It’s a stain you both can’t explain or eliminate but also feel quiet pride over

Those are rookie numbers

It’s been made obsolete by flying guns

Fuck that. I told my irl friend about our wacky interaction the day we got into silly AI stuff. Your the sprinkles on the fediverse… Consuming your content straight would be way to much, but I found it to be an endearing flavor to my content. You’re one of like three names I know on sight. Your temp was just right, understandable enough to have a conversation, silly enough I couldn’t help but smirk

I’ve never really gotten into matrix much, but I’d consider giving it a second chance to talk to you more in your unrestricted form.

Everyone can claim 2 addresses, anywhere left unclaimed is considered vacant. That’s how it works in my pitch anyways

I mean… Be the change you want to see in the world

Pastel goth never really got time in the sun, and the my little pony rainbow style look (I forget the name) did, so I feel like it could very well catch on. Especially as a counter culture response to the coming years… Especially since I think people are going to learn to make their own clothes and not have to deal with hot topic garbage

What about boys with big beards that just want to be free to act like a lap puppy?

I don’t have the spare processing to do it in real time, luckily instead my brain saves every awkward conversation so later I can analyze it in detail, over and over

Know what divides a mid level engineer from a senior software engineer? The ability to reduce anything into a theoretically solvable problem and justified superstition

My exchanges often go “this should work, maybe rebuild?” And my response is always “let’s give it a try”… Because we’re two people who have seen a lot, have been burnt a lot… And 2/5 of the time, especially when we’re both scratching our heads and insisting this should work, it just does after our rituals

Junior software engineers understand the computer does exactly what you tell it. Software engineers understand computers do what you tell them… Except when they don’t for no comprehensible reason. Senior software engineers understand the computer requires the sacrifice of an unbloodied goat on Tuesdays with an odd date

Well if you do, try to grab someone from the team doing the new robotics models…I want to take that apart and play with it XD

Hmm… Well if you want to learn how to build a car you could kidnap an auto engineer, or you could find a really simple car and rip it apart to get to its delicious secrets

At least that’s what I’d do, I’m an engineer, not a mathematician. If you understand what they’re trying to do and you can see how they did it, you can play with the pieces until you understand. And that way, you can learn things they never knew when they built it

I wanted to please. I suppressed my own needs, because I so badly didn’t want to be the problem. Harsh words were just as bad as a belt to me, so when I got the belt (unfairly, because their day was worse not because I was) I learned none of it was about me. So very quickly, I resented all of it

And now, suddenly as an adult I’ve again become the fuck up to them. I never asked for anything - I take what’s given, I open up when I’m pressed, but I just live.

And still, they treat me as a failure. I made six figures before I was 25 - which was my stupid goal. I wanted to die. Now and I make a fraction of that to work a few hours a week. Doing something that matters. I don’t want a partner, because I don’t want to be tempted to bring a child into this world.

Nothing will ever be good enough, because I don’t share their values. It sucks because I had a panic attack the last couple times my parents called me… They always increase my stress with made up fears