Been playing donkey Kong country tropical freeze and am so proud I’ve beaten to the second world.

I have a box full of old smoke bombs. What creative thing can I do with them?

I’m reading a Murakami story collection in an art gallery. Someone stops, mentions they read it, too. They move on, then come back. “I didn’t get the one with the ghost.” I try to relate, but confuse it with a different story. “Maybe you haven’t read that one yet.” Maybe I haven’t. It’s hard to hear through the masks. I say I have been letting the stories wash over me, feeling dumb. They are eager to leave. It all feels like a Murakami story.

You ever sniff your hands? Then wash them? Then sniff them again? And they have a new bad smell? And you go on a rampage trying to find out what went wrong? Neither have I.:

A lot has changed in the world since I last posted.
I have been extremely lucky during this pandemic. I am still employed, I can work from home, and I have my wife to shelter with. I do not take these things for granted.
And yet.:

I just saw Raging Bull for the first time. Tough watch. I've seen only a handful of Scorsese, and they're always effecting, but 🔥 take alert, I'm not sure I like them.:

Allow Satan into your life: chmod 666 my_soul.txt. The permissions of the beast.:

I won't lie: this is the darkest, horniest piece of A.I. assisted fiction I've ever seen. And I've seen very little. It does have a happy ending, however.:

<p><em>I've been writing(ish?) stories via <a href=",">,</a>
a ML algorithm trained on text adventure games. <a href="/article/chris-the-wizard">The first
was a fantasy</a>, and this …:

Show older

The original server operated by the Mastodon gGmbH non-profit