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"you can use ai to improve spelling and grammar"
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Attempting to get my students to fucking come to class
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Dangers of working on a set.

That’s what I said.
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Types of brain fog:
Brain is primordial sludge & you are drowning in it
U are a ghost and nothing is real
Mental equivalent of attempting to stream some high-res video game when all you have is dial-up
The thing you want to articulate is *right there* but you're just scrabbling at it like a cat continually failing to catch the bird on the other side of the window
The Void
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"you don't owe anyone anything" You are a tar pit. Speak for yourself. I personally owe the cafe employees my dishes put away and my friends a listening ear and small scared insects a cup and a gentle trip outside. Hyperindividualism is a rancid infection borne of capitalism and willfully misinterpreted therapyspeak and I will defy it by continuing to be kind regardless of whether or not it benefits me personally
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Via FB
I’ve posted about a bearded dragon that had to be rescued by fire fighters—here’s one that just fights fires 👍
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God can you imagine if Donald Trump became president? There’d be like a new bubonic plague and he’d be like “idk drink bleach about it”
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I miss the world being tactile. I miss pushing buttons. I miss switching over to your favorite radio station in the car without having to look, I miss punching in a customer’s phone number without having to look, I miss sending a sneaky text without having to look, I miss turning on my morning alarms without having to look… I miss pressing physical buttons for cash amounts and knowing that you did it correctly because you felt the correct release under your fingertips. I miss the satisfying clinks of my grandmother's 80's typewriter. I miss the crunching of gear mechanisms beneath the pads of my flesh. I miss the tick-tick-tick sensation. I don't want to touch and retouch a surface covered with the visible smears of thousands of fingerprints. I don't want to talk to my T.V. remote. I don't want a keypad to rise up as a smooth, steely reminder that our tools are losing the human feeling of texture, grit, and raw material. If I have to touch another screen I might die.
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youll go to restaurants with your friends of 10 years and accidentally stay until closing because youre so engrossed in one another, then wonder why societal expectations say you wont be happy until you find someone to be "more" than "just" friends with. maybe someday i'll find The One, but if you think im letting small talk with tinder dates get in the way of slipping back into hearts and minds that grew alongside mine until we were all us-shaped? well then. youre just another person who doesnt get me at all
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“get a job” nope im splashing in da pool
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when i was 6-8 years old, long before i understood more than basic genetics, i ran an unsanctioned isopod breeding project in my backyard. it brings me comfort to think the “special” isopods may still be in the yard of my childhood home
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