The one time I went to see The Rocky Horror Show in a theatre there was a kind request from the staff to not put the seats on fire.

It was never about tariffs. It was always about manipulation of the market.

Cyberpunk.

I’ve been leaning lately to understanding all the weird shit going on that people are just people are just driven by whatever inherited animal traits that made humans the dominant species on the planet in the first place. Expansionist exploiters and hoarders of resources until we run out and then expand again. Until there is nowhere more to expand and no new resources. Then it be war times. It sucks, I know.

I don’t want to speculate.

The fuck do you people need the num pad on your daily driver? Are you all deviant accountants or retro computer enthusiasts typing in code from magazines?

These clicky baity titles are so fucking stupid. The bleeding edge of data storage is priced at a premium? How surprising.

Let’s not lose our heads