/uj Wasn’t it implied (also in the obi wan series) that they needed to separate them literally as much as possible? So not just planetary, but also by the very walk of life, and by all reason, they shouldn’t have ever crossed paths, even accidentally. If they were both paupers on different planets and physically passed by each other, they might talk, but by separating them by class, even if they walked by each other, one is literal royalty and the boundary would be immense.

So that they eventually crossed paths by fate, shows the power and will of the force to bring good people together or some bullshit.

Ngl, it all reads as ffmpreg now. I had to look at it like four times before it didn’t look like ffmpreg

textures

O_O

Tesla was like ‘we could use lidar, but instead we’ll use CAMERAS’

Google, a decade late to the party.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samsung_DeX

The infernal machine devours itself.

Jesus Christ.

The Microslop train doesn’t stop. It doesn’t falter. It doesn’t slow.

Microslop gon give it to ya.

Can’t push them, but you can sure as hell push their cart out of the way

Uh oh…

Watch the anti plastic straw movement have been a comparative-trivialization by big-pollution. Give us shitty paper straws, and suddenly everybody wants plastic everything again.

Cold drinks that have to be cold to be good, are bad.

If you want your drink to be good, it has to be competitively good at room temperature, first.

Like a demented orobouros. I’ve found that many people project themselves upon the world, in order to explain it. As I’ve grown up, I’ve wanted to say that that has lessened, but it absolutely doesn’t seem to have done anything but gotten clearer and more obvious. Maybe that, itself, is me projecting.

As an aside, there is really something magical about late night diners. Something timeless and almost invigorating about how mundane and dreamlike those experiences always are.

One time, my dad, fully serious, said to me that homosexuality didn’t exist in nature outside of humans.

It was like finding out that you have a below average penis.

My stomach dropped in shame when I was so starkly faced with the mental faculties of one of my biological guardians I had been raised by. Was I staring at my limit?

What about those other kids, whose parents are educated and empathetic and who will ask real probing questions and can answer them? Will my facilities slow to a crawl soon, to keep pace with my genetic fate?

Are these fears so average that I should bow my head in the river, afraid to even express them, lest I be confronted by the entire history of humanity?

Maybe biological nature isn’t everything, maybe fate isn’t real and change is truly in our hands, ready to be molded, potentially even into chaos.

“Better stupid than dead”, huh? It’s staring right back at me, blankly, waiting for me.

Barium Pupitar Kupfer

Nope.

This feels like a joke, but…

All three pictures in the right column go higher by going down the page/list, even the examples, themselves. It’s the exact same. Numerically (count) higher and down on the page.

A) he’s a president

B) he’s a giant fucking criminal

C) he rapes people

D) he rapes children

Iirc that’s an actual, real biker gang. And iirc, they’re cool as shit.