dear internet, i have been wondering if i should start a #blog. most of the time, the drive is immediately countervailed by how it's not 2003 or whatever, namely how i'm all too paranoid about exposing any of my inner workings on a global, ostensibly permanent knowledge substrate that's going to be grazing grounds for who knows what. like, i'm fucking glad that AI is a scam, what'd be the alternative? for *those* fucks to have been ontologically right all along, so that the torment nexus they build *is* the next stage in the evolution of the perceiving mind? LMAO. thank fuck it's another jerb bubble. you know, for the jerbils. no offense, ima jerbil too. (my friends, though, they feelines.) i'm so jerbiled out by running back and forth across my little jerbil wheel that in order to start putting thoughts into a text field it has to (1) be reeeeaaaaallly low friction (2) have the chance to annoy someone.