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quodlibetarian
you won't really see me, I live in old movies
What up, fossils.
I've achieved the nirvana with that.
Piece of 100% useless information: my favourite breakfast has officially changed from coffee with bread+jam to coffee and peanut butter biscuits.
Yesterday was my second time watching a football game in person and I was like:
- Yup, still hate it.
I've been thinking. I have too many social media accounts (at least I think it is a lot). Should I delete my account here?
Okay, finally I am living in New Haven and I can say that Connecticut is hot af right now, so much worse than Brasília, Brazil.
Our president is a former poet but still uses metaphors to mask his dishonesty.
I have heard they have a local kind of pizza called "APIZZA" which they pronounce "ah-beets". This has to mean SOMETHING.
I was reading Americanah and there is this part when the narrator says someone talks about "having lived in New Haven" as if it obviously means having studied at Yale.
Being interviewed for my student visa, they asked me where I will be living, I answered "New Haven" and then they asked me "you are going to Yale, then?", so I said "yes" and they just said "of course".
Is the city that uninteresting?!
Breakfast:
./configure
make
make install
Coffee is the non smoker's cigarette. :coffee:
Let us be blessed by David Lynch whistling.
The thing is: this statement necessarily means life is also a series of open doors.
Life is a series of closing doors, isn't it? (BoJack Horseman said that.)
Geez, some chick randomly offered me marijuana in the street today and it was AWKWARD.
isn't Mastodon the next elephant?
oh wait
*looks at twitter* oh good, i got followed by a tech exec and three more brands
*looks at mastodon* i got followed by 8 witches, 3 queer furries and 7 cybrepunks
OLAR QUINTA-FEIRA
HELLOR THUSRDAY-FAIR
« Votre anxiété remonte à... ?
— Je... je sais pas, docteur. J'ai l'impression qu'il y avait déjà un problème à ma naissance.
— Ce sentiment est normal : nous connaissons tous des moments de trouble vis-à-vis de notre présence sur Terre. Le vertige de l'absurde, en somme.
— C'est exactement ça, doc. »
Le psychologue pour robots renifla. Était-ce une bonne idée d'avoir doté les intelligences artificielles d'un tel degré de conscience ? Pas sûr. Mais le business allait bien, lui.
