That reminds me of three cities I used to frequent. You could predict their economic and political situation based on the way desire paths were being handled.

• Place 1: poor, left-wing. Nothing, the desire paths were left alone.
• Place 2: rich, left-wing. Desire paths were nicely paved over.
• Place 3: rich, right-wing. They placed big branches on a desire path to block it. After people started climbing over them, they fell a tree on it.

Wait until you find out about “Stray Cat Blues.”

Nuttin No Go So
The original “football moves” clip went viral a long time ago, and the song goes along well with it. Took me a while to understand just how awfully reactionary the lyrics are.

Nice, she got a facelift and dyed her hair black.

We Interrupt This Programme
(Yeah, I’m oldschool like that)

Next you’ll be telling me that “So, how often do you flick the bean?” is not a great pickup line.

I gotta disagree with you here. At least on the sub(s) that I still - on the occasion of big events - take a glance at. To me, Reddit comments are the epitome of staleness and predictability. Also, their user base seems like a bunch of 40-year-old dads that mentally peaked at 16, but keep getting more racist by the year.

Precisely this. From a philosophical-logical POV, it doesn’t make sense. From the POV of establishing and maintaining power/ dominance/ oppression/ hegemony, however, it’s the only thing that makes sense.

Nowadays, a relevant part of the post-war and grandchildren’s generation is forcefully advocating the continued existence of precisely this capitalism. They believe that its “value-based liberalism” gives them the moral legitimacy to sweep away competing capitalisms because their competitors are not “liberal” but “authoritarian.” As if they were not subject to the same laws of the marketplace. The bottom line is that the “liberality” of the West lies only in the granting of no-cost freedoms, which are valid as long as one premise always remains untouched: submission to the principle of the exploitation of man and nature.

- K.-H. Dellwo

Now show Uranus.

Clinical insanity, that’s what it is.

Millenia Nova - I’m Dead

I used to be active on one of my country’s most popular forums, if ranked by daily visits. Self-help Q&A style. Apart from me, there were pretty much only three users contributing about 90% of the content. One of them being the only mod. It took me years to figure out, from the timing and the writing style of the posts, that this mod also poses nearly all of the questions and gives all of the first answers too, using a new single-use sock puppet each time.
At the start of this year, it devolved into plain attention whoring and it was really sad, so I left.

Wanna feel even more depressed? Nearly ¼ of the 21^st century is already over.

I remember ice-skating every winter as a kid. Rivers were frozen over solid, too. Sometimes, there were two separate layers of ice on top of each other, each being several cm thick. It kind of went away in the late 90s. I guess everybody just thought the ice and snow would return someday. Now even snow has gotten really, really rare where I live.

Wow, Bruce Springsteen looks a lot rougher than he did just a few days ago.

That Absolute, see also here, is something nefarious, possibly used for industrial espionage. My company is a client and using one of its IP addresses, I could see documentation that was quite concerning. In the background, it checks all of your files for anything that looks like a password, a social security number or a credit card number, then uploads these files to some server to protect them… What’s really weird is that I cannot access the same information from an outside IP address, but here’s a review, corroborating parts of it. Make of it what you will!

I was gifted the cheapest and most disgusting sweets money can buy. They looked like they came from the black market. Threw almost all of them away the next day. No other gifts.
Then, I was taken to a restaurant which served some truly disgusting food. To be fair, it had recently changed ownership and used to be decent up to that point.
And that was it for the day. I probably wouldn’t have minded too much, if it hadn’t been a milestone birthday.

Make him stay, Murph. Make him stay, Murph. Don’t let me leave, Murph! Don’t, don’t let me leave Murph! NO, NO, NO, NO!

Hungry hungry hippos.