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Imagine like.. a fully transparent bus full of people, just a bunch of people sitting on nothing in a group flying through the air. If that was normal, that would be... normal. We wouldn't question it, we'd just be so cool with that happening.

And that's the exact feeling I get a lot throughout my day.

Hi - are you me? I’ve been so deep down this rabbit hole lately, regularly having little existential crises.

In my opinion, nothing should exist. But at the same time, nothing shouldn’t exist - because nothing is still something. The fact that we are here is both baffling and eerie.

My other hot take has been that this moment right now could be the only moment. Who’s to say that anything has ever happened? If we give context to an LLM, doesn’t that determine its reality? The more I research neural networks, the more it feels like the ‘big bag’ is more akin to flipping on the CPU, processing at the speed of light. But even then - if our existence isn’t real, whatever is beyond us is still something, which still shouldn’t exist.

It’s all very weird - makes me feel like nothing matters, but also that the only things which matter are the things that I make matter. And I’m just having this human experience. Very weird. Would not recommend.

/ramble

It's fun to play and complete in your local sportsball league. It's exercise while being fun. Spectating is fun when watching a sport that you also play. Seeing the pros play is it properly lets you bring something back to your own game. I don't actually care who wins. That's tribalism.

Going to a "sports" bar to watch fat people get drunk and place bets makes no sense to me.

I also hate sports trivia. It's just celebrity trivia but for people to star on the field instead of in movies. If I get asked who won a particular award in a particular sport in a particular year, I would have absolutely no idea. If you aksed me to explain the "infield fly" rule, I've got that covered.

And yes, a full 8 minutes of the nightly news covering sports is just insane. I just don't care.

Some days, like once every two years, you actually do it by accident; you come in, get shit done all day, and you get like a months amount of work done.

And then you get all nervous that someone might find out and set new expectations for you, so you have to kind of spread out the results of the work you did on that miracle day.

I am productive for less than an hour a day. I don't do anything. I have nothing to do. I drive for an hour each way to sit and do absolutely nothing so I can feed and house my family.

Some days I have to convince myself not to drive my truck into something at 85 mph. No person is meant to live like this.

Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door–that way Lumberg can’t see me, heh–after that I sorta space out for an hour. I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I’m working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too. I’d say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.

They found a new organ (nr 54 IIRC) just some years ago.

I read your hand lines, try nixos

~~American~~ politics.

Gas stations that sell booze

Crazy how union participation peaked in the 50s with 1/3 of the workforce in one, at a time where a man without advanced education could provide for a wife, multiple kids and own a house.

Crazy that people aren't rioting in the streets.