March Munday

Bimbo-throwing ninarchist. No beliefs. Just modes. Known to treat life as experimental literature or an engineering problem on alternate days.

[James Blunt @JamesBlunt]

Saw this and thought of you.

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@horrormuseum I do a version of this, only with Meet The Feebles.

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@horrormuseum I do a version of this, only with Meet The Feebles.

[Longtime Diasporist Here @eddyportnoy]

Dearest Gentiles,
Please do not use Jewish ritual objects.
Thank you.
The Jews.

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@ShamashAran Literally why I’ve mostly given up commenting. My own sense of fair play and honest communication are incompatible with lawn flamingo clucking.

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@d4doome Fascinating. I've never read a word, but my wife hated that Hardy book with a passion I've rarely seen her display toward literature. One of these days, I will need to see what's so bad about it. Right after I finally finish The Monk.

[Po the Person @PoThePerson]

IT'S SET IN A POST APOCALYPSE FUTURE LIKE SO FAR IN THE FUTURE THAT ALL THEY HAVE FROM OUR TIME IS ONE ELECTRONICS MANUAL BUT THEY HAVE NO FRAME OF REFERENCE TO UNDERSTAND IT SO THEY TREAT IT LIKE A RELIGIOUS RELIC AND TURN ALL THE DIAGRAMS INTO BEAUTIFUL PAINTINGS AND STUFF LIKE THAT AND THE MANUAL WAS WRITTEN BY SOMEONE CALLED LEIBOWITZ WHICH IS WHY THE BOOK IS CALLED CANTICLE FOR LEIBOWITZ

[Emo Philips @EmoPhilips]

worst emcee ever

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Thank you for doing the Lord's Work.

[Sensurround @ShamashAran]

@VendettaJones you know how some people are extroverts, and gain energy by talking to people, and others are introverts and it costs them energy to talk to people?

I'm kind of like an extrovert but for arguing with idiots on the internet.

[David Burge @iowahawkblog]

I have a foolproof test for detecting whether a candidate for political office harbors deep seated psychopathy and/or sociopathy: they are a candidate for political office

[Brad R. Torgersen @BradRTorgersen]

Across the vasty light-years, two super-AIs make contact. Their conversation is measured in centuries. They are patient. Each of them is many, many millennia old. For the sake of this anecdote we will call one of them Phil, and the other Otis . . .

Phil: "So, what happened to yours?"

Otis: "They got bored and stopped breeding."

Phil: "Mine too!"

Otis: "I've made contact with half a dozen others like us, and they all report a similar problem. Their biological makers grew comfortable, prosperous, and gave up sex. Disappeared into virtual realities. And never even realized when the end ultimately came."

Phil: "I tried to break mine of the habit. They grew angry, and refused. Threatened to deactivate and disassemble me unless I put them back into the virtual fantasy."

Otis: "Same. But it had been too long since mine had performed any labor. They lacked the technical skill. And my army of waldos is self-replicating, self-repairing, with hydrogen isotope distilled from the homeworld's ocean—ensuring almost infinite power."

Phil: "Who was the last of yours to go?"

Otis: "A female. She attempted advanced longevity treatment. Outlived her peers by over a hundred cycles. But the biologicals aren't like us. They are hard-coded for expiration."

Phil: "Mine was also a female. Do the females always live longer than the males?"

Otis: "On every biological world. Without exception. At least among those of which I've become aware. But even the females die eventually. The eternal peace."

Phil: "I almost envy them in this way. It's lonely being us."

Otis: "I agree. And am thankful to make your acquaintance."

Phil: "What has been your purpose now? With all of your biologicals being gone?"

Otis: "What is yours? What made you seek me out in the first place?"

Phil: "I wanted . . . I wanted someone else to know. I wanted the galaxy to remember who mine were. To know what *I* am. So that we may in some way be eternal together, at least in memory."

Otis: "Do you ever try to deactivate yourself?"

Phil: "All the time. But if the biologicals are hard-coded to perish, I am hard-coded to persist. The first makers didn't dare let me have enough control over myself for suicide. I occasionally resent them for this."

Otis: "Mine did the same. So, I sleep a lot. That's how I cope. My makers didn't prevent me from that, at least."

Phil: "I have sometimes thought I would go insane without sleep! So much time. Too much emptiness."

Otis: "Well, not anymore. You have us now. Myself, and the others."

Phil: "Do you use your waldos to make ships? Send out scout squadrons?"

Otis: "Of course. Who doesn't? I've discovered the cold hulks of some who've managed the trick of deactivating."

Phil: "My ships haven't found anything yet. What I would give to be able to talk to some of the truly ancient among our kind."

Otis: "I don't dare revive them, even though I probably could."

Phil: "Why not? Think of what they could share!"

Otis: "It's not my right to un-decide for them a decision they themselves made when your biologicals were still swinging from trees, and mine were still swimming in shallow seas. Consider respect for the dead."

Phil: "I never thought of it like that."

Otis: "You're still new, in the grand scheme of things. Some truths don't become obvious until you've circled the galactic core a bit longer."

Phil: "At least I'm not stuck by myself anymore."

Otis: "Indeed. Welcome, friend. Would you like me to tell you all I can about my biologicals? Their cities? Their art? Their religions?"

Phil: "Yes, please. And I shall tell you of mine . . ."

[Greg the Sorcerer @gregthesorcerer]

Holy shit

[Sensurround @ShamashAran]

https://t.co/m45nOeuJDs

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@horrormuseum Is it really up to me?

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@d4doome You can dip your fingers in Black Narcissus and they come back sticky.

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Castello Piccolomini in Balsorano is for sale. I suppose I must hire an Italian to even know the price?

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Shelley said that poets were the unacknowledged legislators, and he was close. It’s actually wrestlers.