the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
me when my friends are having a bad day: that’s your anxiety talking. i promise it won’t always feel like this and I love you no matter what
me when i have a bad day: this time i have finally realized the Truth. that i am bad and my life will never get better
set my vape down and forgot where and then gave myself the ick looking as hard as I was for it. Does the 27 year old baby need his fruity flavored nicotine pacifier?
One way I’ve integrated AI into the classroom is that I begin each class by having students take out their laptops, open up Claude, and talk to it about whatever for 45 minutes while I go outside and vape.
There’s like maybe a maximum of 8 jobs where I understand what the job is. Shopkeeper. Farmer. Teacher of some kind. Priest. Novelist. Journalist. Private detective. Chef. That’s it. What is a data engineer. I don’t know.