At the grad school I went to, the math building was the oldest building on campus and had real slate chalkboards and the smoothness of writing on them was fucking Unreal
They don't have slate chalkboards in Elysium? How does anyone get any math done?
February 11, 2026 at 10:56 PM
At the grad school I went to, the math building was the oldest building on campus and had real slate chalkboards and the smoothness of writing on them was fucking Unreal
What's with authors just completely ignoring genre conventions in their writing? This book I'm reading has a lady in a giant mech, and she has yet to be fucked by the mech, or fuck somebody else inside the mech. Why is there even a mech in this book?
February 10, 2026 at 12:28 AM
What's with authors just completely ignoring genre conventions in their writing? This book I'm reading has a lady in a giant mech, and she has yet to be fucked by the mech, or fuck somebody else inside the mech. Why is there even a mech in this book?
An order of leatherdyke nuns in a post apocalyptic world who zealously seek out, hoard, lovingly maintain, and venerate the world's remaining leather goods after the biosphere collapses and the world goes to chaos. Is this anything??
February 11, 2026 at 6:15 PM
An order of leatherdyke nuns in a post apocalyptic world who zealously seek out, hoard, lovingly maintain, and venerate the world's remaining leather goods after the biosphere collapses and the world goes to chaos. Is this anything??
Synthesis: you make me a drink, and I angrily berate you for its shortcomings. I pour it down your throat because it's only worthy of a pig like you. I make a better one, and force you to drink that too so you'll remember how it should taste. Then, you make me the drink
Do I want to make a girl mix and bring me an Old Fashioned? Or do I want to do it myself because I'm good at it and I like being good at it and I can impress my skill on her by doing it and also satisfy my control freak perfectionist tendencies?
February 11, 2026 at 6:16 PM
Synthesis: you make me a drink, and I angrily berate you for its shortcomings. I pour it down your throat because it's only worthy of a pig like you. I make a better one, and force you to drink that too so you'll remember how it should taste. Then, you make me the drink
you can simply choose to turn off that judgment, trust that they know something you don't, and engage sincerely. that act of self-humbling is itself valuable
Jokes aside I actually do find philosophy training a real bar to therapy, maybe especially philosophy of science training, because therapists have an unfortunate habit of relying on really bad theories they can't properly explain or justify.
February 11, 2026 at 3:17 PM
you can simply choose to turn off that judgment, trust that they know something you don't, and engage sincerely. that act of self-humbling is itself valuable