She quarks on my gluons til I plasma

Love thy neighbor as thyself, but only if thy neighbor goes to your church and isn’t something icky, like brown or gay.

I’m assuming the etymology is a reference to the historical tradition of depicting cuckolds with antlers

The war is happening in 4 dimensions: length, width, depth, and time!

Calling what Steven Pinker does “science” is an insult to actual scientists, but has his star really fallen so far that he has to show up to events like this? Man’s a professional bullshitter but he did bullshit his way into Harvard.

“Look, I’m just really excited about practical applications of giant space lasers and there aren’t a lot of jobs out there, so I just do my job and if someone wants to blow a planet up with it? Eh, that’s on them.”

“Hey man I just wanted someone to pay my tuition”

I think there’s something like a 4:1 ratio of support/admin staff to actual shoot-you-with-a-gun troops. So there’s definitely some folks who are probably “apolitical” and just show up to their desk jobs.

Beyond being morally repugnant, conservatism is boring and has terrible aesthetics.

That one was produced during WWII but was focused on the Napoleonic Wars.

Huh, TIL.

Depleting your dopamine system to the point where the only thing that gets your heart to push your molasses-thick blood through your veins is turning an 11-year old fictional British bully into a tradwife sure is something.

I know wargaming is nothing new but did people ordinarily churn out war-related content while the war is still happening?

The internet is already full of normal porn, why do they need this?

So is the pic AI slop or just a random photo of an underage girl in a Slytherin outfit? Either way,

“I have over a decade of experience in hodl posting”

Slightly off topic here, but I just got notified that I’m being laid off from my academic job. In a nutshell, my responsibility was to do research to help guide a private philanthropic organization’s decisions on where to allocate funding for projects. When I joined, the decisions seemed well-intentioned if not necessarily fully guided by research into what was happening on the ground, but the organization has gotten increasingly untethered from reality, and the research we do has become less oriented around finding the answer and more about searching for confirmatory evidence for the funding org’s model. When I pointed these issues out to The Boss, I got lectures about how everyone is “answering up” and we have to support leadership’s decisionmaking. Anywho, as my intro implies, all the “answering up” in the world has resulted in the termination of our funding.

The whole situation seems like an expression of the same principles - all we have to do is defer to authority and give them the answers that they want and everything will be fine! The hierarchy will protect those who protect the hierarchy. Except it doesn’t, leadership doesn’t feel the same sense of loyalty that they demand from their followers and all you’ve done is sold your integrity and intellectual independence for nothing.

We got tired of bringing back the 1920’s so now it’s time to do the 1820’s?

Amazon has made big bets before. It spent heavily on cloud computing, fulfillment centers, and its delivery network long before they became some of the company’s most valuable assets. Investors questioned those investments at the time, but Amazon ultimately built enormous, profitable businesses from them.

AI is testing this playbook at a far larger scale. Amazon is committing hundreds of billions of dollars to data centers, servers, and power before investors know how quickly those investments will generate revenue.

“Past performance does not guarantee future results” seems like a good maxim to hold here. It’ll be interesting to see if the dotcom bubble winners manage to blow themselves up in the AI bubble.

Violet is a typical, down-on-her-luck millennial: mid-twenties, over-educated and drowning in debt, on the verge of moving into her parent’s basement. When a lifeline appears in the form of a very unconventional job in neighboring Cambric Creek, she has no choice but to grab at it with both hands.

Morning Glory Milking Farm offers full-time hours, full benefits, and generous pay with no experience needed . . . there’s only one catch. The clientele is Grade A certified prime beef, with the manly, meaty endowments to match. Milking minotaurs isn’t something Violet ever considered as a career option, but she’s determined to turn the opportunity into a reversal of fortune.

When a stern, deep-voiced client begins to specially request her for his milking sessions, maintaining her professionalism and keeping him out of her dreams is easier said than done. Violet is resolved to make a dent in her student loans and afford name-brand orange juice, and a one-sided crush on an out-of-her-league minotaur is not a part of her plan—unless her feelings aren’t so one-sided after all.

Morning Glory Milking Farm is a short human/monster romance novel, featuring a high heat slow burn with a lot of heart, and a guaranteed HEA. CWs include: cock milking, non-human anatomy, size difference, and a lot of fluid. It is the first book in the Cambric Creek monster romance series, and can be read as a standalone.

Obligatory “the most unrealistic part of this book is the notion that you can get a job and pay down your student loans.”