I am a person whose autocorrect contains the word "llamageddon."

I got duped by another AI history slop account that wasn't in my subfield. Weeks to figure it out. Friends, if I can't detect history slop simply bc it's the pretend history of a different country/period than the subject of my PhD, no one else has a hope. This is a door open wide to propaganda.

Hey look maybe if we try hard enough we can advance to the next stage of the cultural revolution.

Richard Nixon was a smokeshow as a young man, I'll tell you what.

One of the hardest things I have ever tried to believe is that I have a right to anything that might inconvenience someone else. This is not a great way to live your life, although it sure does make me likable. It's also why I'm a- a satanist and b- a bad satanist.

"'Just because...Trump could be out-smarted by a potato hooked up to a generator doesn’t mean you should say he’s as useless as an ashtray on a motorbike,” explained one US immigration expert."

As I sit here cowering bc it might come to pass that I will hold my ex accountable for our disparate incomes in the marriage settlement and for the fact that I gave up my career for his, which he is now profiting amazingly from, ALL I can do is cry bc he will be mad at me. I am an embarrassment.

I'm saying this here because I don't want to burden anyone in particular, but - they can give the rest of my years to someone else. I don't want them. I don't want any of them. Today has been another pile of shit that I don't want or need. Take them. All of them. Fuck all this.

Looks like the Church of Satan got themselves a marketing department in the last six months. They made a movie, got a whole new line of merch, and opened a social media platform. Interesting shit. www.facebook.com/SATANMEOffic...

I dont want to go to work again. It's manifesting as an actual pain in my chest, a gaping hole of horror. It's hard to breathe. Time off makes it worse, bc you forget and then the remembering is a horror. I should have focused on making money instead of service.

If this becomes a real thing, which I have been really hopeful from the moment he was elected that it would, then I would develop a real rule-of-law+revenge hardon, except that the only people who are going to suffer bc of this whole bullshit trajectory is us regular people.

Wearing two sweaters today: 1- Makes me look homeless 2- Still not enough Cold is creeping into all the joinery, stiffening everything, cracking rubber and plastic apparatuses. Brittle. Unmanageable. Demanding.

Boy, I'm awesome at (belated) thanksgiving dinner (she said, preemptively). I can't wait to eat all this shit.

A full foot of snow, all told. A man is walking his dog out there well before dawn. I hope he feels wonder and a muted calm. I better go get my ibuprofen because I'm into round four with the shovel and then it's over.

With great snow comes great shoveling.

That snow is HERE. It's a lot of snow. And me cooking Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, so prep is today. The house is all root vegetable smelling, candied yams and pies and stuff, warm. Gotta shovel again soon, though, or pay the piper tomorrow.

Northwestern University may be spineless, but let's not fucking forget the real villain here. When it's over, if it ever is, NU will be less humane, diminished... and still standing. That's the choice. That's the tragedy. Not the ones that die by authoritarianism. The ones that live though it.

Looks like a fucking foot of snow tomorrow, if you can believe it.

I think what I need to do is really embrace not giving a fuck. Maybe that's it.

You can't really beat dong fu.

These motherfuckers just don't relent, I'll give them that.

Incisive analysis on graphic design in comments.

Never thought I'd see Denis Fahey's name on social media. Fahey's antisemitism is only a fraction of the problem with this guy, I'm afraid. Read his BS here, incl some fabrications at the bottom about what he might have said about abortion: www.virgosacrata.com/program-of-c...

I guess there must have been a moment when the Amish decided "you know what? Tech is going on without us. We're gonna build barns and die a natural death." AI is my moment. I'll die before I'll talk to one in earnest. I'll look crazy in 20 years, but I look crazy now, so it's not that far to walk.

All hail CrabGPT

Help fill the wishlist for the new High School Satan Club in Nevada! So exciting! 🤘🐐📚

Every time I get off the phone with my lawyer, I am launched into a week long panic attack about some confusion she sowed. I think she comes to meetings without having reviewed the details, is guesstimating in ways that aren't relevant in my specific case, and I am to stupid to stop it.

I had a dream with extremely large caterpillars in it. Like cat size. It was one of those dreams that feels fine but when you wake up, it feels like a nightmare. Maybe the nightmare was actually just being awake. I wonder what is true.

Today is cancelled due to lack of interest.

I wouldn't trust Marge Greene to make a peanut butter sandwich. Christ Jesus, turn her mic off. She's an opportunist and she's making her play, so let her do it without us having to watch.

Oh good. The anger. Here it is. There are things you can't change. They don't have to be the rocks you break yourself on. They can be a liberation from striving for impossibilities, if you just let yourself redefine the word "precious." Why not? Everyone else can do it. Why not me?

Ok well the sun feeling set at 3:50 in the afternoon is a little bit much. srsly come on

I keep thinking about Tesla Takedown and how cool I thought it was. Today, Musk is about to become our first trillionaire. It's these sort of things that make old people the way they are. Watch enough of this shit happen and you understand that youthful enthusiasm for change is... naive at best.

Good things: sunrise, some stable ground, some knowledge. Halloween candy. Ahead at work (for two weeks, then SHTF). Small and medium (and even one large) aspiration. Not alone. Very close to the end of this legal process. Gonna start turning the heat up in the house to celebrate. It's cold AF.

I discovered an amateur history account on substack which is deeply wrong in its interpretations. The author is using AI to create summaries and translations of individual texts. The interpretations of medieval works caused small red flags to go up....

So, tonight's the, uh, beaver moon, I guess.

I was good for a while, but now the anger is back. I'm tired of the tasks and throwing little tantrums. Why so much suffering? And I don't even mean like in general. Why is there so much suffering in my immediate circles? Writing substacks on politics is the only thing I like right now.

The flag of the Satanic Temple over Somersworth, New Hampshire today. I love to see it! Congratulations to that great state for knowing what pluralism is and why it matters to America.

If I don't get up and go to work right now, I'll be late. I hate my fucking job, goddamn. Get UP.

Ease better be coming, because all this high-stakes scrambling is for the birds.

Tried to trap what I thought was a tired bee under a glass to scoop it up and bring it outside, but I dropped the glass on the stoop and it shattered, and the fucking bee was dead anyway, so I was out vacuuming my stoop at 730am like an asshole and this is how the rest of the day also went.

I was going to say I kicked yardwork's ass, but I'm realizing that it's the other way around.

So hay, private funds to pay the military is democratic, right? I am starting to get the feeling that the government will not reopen. www.cnn.com/2025/10/24/p...

I keep feeling like nobody likes me because I'm a weirdo, but then I look around real hard and realize that every single person I know is deeply weird. Like, every person I am worried doesn't like me should be also worried that I don't like them, just based on wierdoness levels alone.

Omg

Hand of God, I guess. Eric Trump is like Daniel or Moses, you know. Direct line to the almighty. It's his natural virtue and obedience to god's teachings that give him this special sight. A real spiritual leader, this Eric Trump.

I need to get up and work. So much has to get done before the sun even comes up, and then there's all the other stuff, and further stuff. But my body is in revolt at this point. I dreamt of a endless mansion, filled with treasures and celebrations.

I actually have a person at work whose advice I solicit in order to know what not to do. This person is wrong 100% of the time. It's so consistent that you can set your watch by it, making him an absolutely incredible resource. Knowing what not to do is nearly as valuable as knowing what to do.