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i write things unimportantbird.com youtube.com/@unimportantbirdman
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i did not expect this sentence in a book that also describes the precise mechanisms that google uses to harvest my personal data
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"But the lessons of that day had not yet been fully tallied when fresh answers—or, more modestly, the tenuous glimmers of answers as fragile as a newborn’s translucent skin—rose to the surface of the world’s attention gliding on scented ribbons of Spanish lavender and vanilla."
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this includes me but my only devoted readers are cool people i know irl so this is fine
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maybe i'm wrong and this is different. but it feels like lack of privacy has become everyone's default expectation
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this thought brought to you by
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we need Tasha Yar to be HHS secretary. RFK can fuck off
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these thoughts brought to you by getting too little sleep and being up early enough to see geese leaving town
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i too want a flawless internal compass, a sense of purpose and a disdain for arbitrary borders
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i really like the episodes focused on the holodeck. Data as Sherlock Holmes will always be extremely funny and extremely endearing
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a court order is well and good, but unless someone’s there to block the fucking door, elon musk’s incel clown posse are going to bust through regardless.
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this man spent all of season one being insanely horny but when faced with the possibility that Troi had sex with someone else, suddenly he's delivering lines like he's in a soap opera. "WHO is the father?!?"
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Riker immediately losing his mind over Troi's pregnancy is exactly what i would expect
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okay season two, here we go