If it is, then I failed to get the joke.

The 2025 trash icon no longer looks like a trash can. It’s no longer intuitive. At the same time, I don’t actually keep one on my desktop, so meh.

It’s not a completely unrelated topic. It’s just esoterically related, or a delightfully similar paradigm when juxtaposed.

We use about 20% of our caloric intake (at rest, not doing math) for our bio intelligence. Having superpowers of social organization is expensive and power hungry.

So it’s really no surprise that the computation machines that can run AI require tens of megawatts to think.

Not 2025-12-25, or 12/25/25, or 25/12/25?

I’m confused why we have a 25th month this year.

Also, assuming the human species is still around and celebrates Christmas, there will be a 2525/12/25

Some of us knew Trump had a history of fucking 13-year-old Russian girls in 2016 before the election. The victims tried to sue but were pressured to drop the suits via classic mobster-style threats of violence.

Sadly, my dad is a total MAGA loyalist.

Authoritarianism is far right along the spectrum, and liberalism is center, center-right or center-left depending on the specific tenets set by the movement. (There are multiple liberalisms out there.)

Neoliberalism as practiced by the US Democratic Party and the UK Labor Party is right wing.

I have contempt for Trump over a lot of things, but being gay isn’t one of them, whether or not it’s implied by circumstances.

But I do enjoy that Trump loathes being thought of as potentially gay, even though I imagine he’d fuck anything, including flags and his own daughter.

PS: Stormy Danials spanked Trump with a magazine, so he does have submissive bones in his body; at least a few.

The humor is the same font from which all the Tinder jokes are made: it’s not that they’re gay, but they’ve collectively dug a hole in which they have to hide it and slink away when the evidence reveals itself.

All that said, I think the blow Bubba comment was more likely a reference to prison sex which is situational. For some reason, we have an archetype of a scary black man named Bubba who is in – and often runs – maximum-security penitentiaries.

I thought Dickheads were those who followed Phillip K. Dick and all things Dickian.

FOSS works on the premise of an angry engineer, that someone finally got pissed off about a problem enough to write a solution.

This so tracks.

All we need is for the communist government to say we like what you’re trying to do. Here’s an allowance for expenses!

A yawn is a signal to regain some alertness, so when you yawn in order to become more awake, it signals your fellow life forms they might want to be alert too. 🥱

I’ve realized that IRL there are no character traits we want a man to have but not a woman, and vice versa. This is the train of thought that leads me to gender abolition, at least for myself.

Masculinity no longer means anything positive, and the popular folk who assert that it means something insist that it means things that I find objectionable, and who behave in ways that are objectionable, themselves.

I’m reminded of the redaction that was a page of black lines with a single word, approximately center-page, that was still legible:

research

Enby or NB (non-binary) is just a catch-all category for those of us who are genderqueer, whether two spirited, neither, alternating, both, third-gender or whatever, it all falls under enby.

You know, all of the twenty first century so far in the US could be someone mucking around with a monkey paw.

…Or a time machine.

I’ve deliberated at length at what masculinity means to me, which I explain here – sorry about the sloppy link.

tl;dr: My early perspectives of manhood come from the cold war: the capacity to hold onto immense (⚛☢) amounts of power and not use it inappropriately, and never in aggression. In time it became taking care of business; to man up is to pony up and pay bills and make sure adult stuff is managed. But in the 1990s that became adulting and was expected of everyone who was of majority.

Now, manhood is about using grandfathered presumptions of masculinity to preserve old power structures and oppress women and minorities, and I want nothing to do with any of it.

I hope I’ll just be the same, only happier and with sexual interests (or lack thereof) that match my circumstances. As I mention elsewhere, I really don’t want to turn into my dad, who is a full MAGA disciple and football fanatic who loves Trump with all his heart.

Considering the men on my mother’s side of the family tree all usually lose their hair in their thirties, I may also lose mine, and I’m not thrilled with the idea.

There’s a strong possibility my major depression is related. I was a very late bloomer, and was antagonized by school sports teams and their coaches when in primary school. (It was the eighties). My body hair has always been thin. Only in my fifties have I been able to grow a moustache, and then with no small amount of cultivation. I have a full head of hair at 58 even though the men on mom’s side of the family go bald in their thirties.

I’ve also been a meek, gentle soul, all my life, and for multiple partners, was able to be the one who didn’t rampage with lost tempers. My passivity may have to do more with ASD and not having the impetus to assert my soft boundaries.

Curiously, I was conservative in my early twenties, which was all undone as the premises my ideology was founded on were demonstrated to be false. Actual facts and studies pushed me to the left with the rise of the internet and access to more factual information. I research out of habit.

ETA Questions about low T rose in my fifties when my libido bottomed out leading to the end of my relationship of twelve years (it wasn’t the only factor but it was a factor). Now I look at porn and my brain doesn’t understand what the curves mean but knows they’re important. Now I have yearnings for some kind of ambiguous contact maybe more than cuddling… though I’m also touch starved right now, so that’s a factor. I’m not yet at the garlic-bread threshold and wish my brain would make up its mind.

I can’t speak to how hormones affect people generally, but looking at how my father behaves (and is a MAGA disciple and Trump worshipper) I’m terrified of becoming more like him.

Every person is different, and based on my heritage, I have some scary ideas of who I might have been via small nudges of destiny or biology.