I remember sitting in elementary school thinking my teacher couldn't possibly be this inept, unsophisticated, and blind to adult concepts. I don't have a point to that, just bored here at church.

TIL wall street is open 930 to 4pm eastern time. That should really be all you need to know, but evidently it isn't.

'It is you who misunderstands me! Feel free to observe my actions disapprovingly as I proceed unaffected. You may suffer discontent, while I may enjoy anything that i wish. The fool who criticizes me remains in squalor.' 'The primary output of your self-serving, plunderous existence *is* a wake of squalor! What you want, you may have -- but assuredly that affords you no virtue. Indeed, it only proves that *you are a bad man*."

His surroundings slow down as the realization sets in. All meaning has been abstracted away. There is nothing left but heartless automation in service of incumbent agenda. 'ing' is basically just one key on the keyboard now

One thing worse than my shameful recognition that I am out of shape and without adequate exercise would be existing in that recognition in a public setting among those for whom that is not the case.

Nice try, but no, repeatedly telling yourself how bad a person you are will not be a sufficient replacement for becoming a good one. Even if you do it loudly among others for effect.

ANYONE WHO DISAGREES WITH ME IS RIPPLE INCARNATE

Just go ahead and make the notifications button a marshmallow

"The implication seems to be that everyone should find meaning and satisfaction within the modern domestication and compliance first rubric, whereas population is observably diverse on the explore/ exploit dimension, such that the search for meaning is an individual experience that can only be retarded by an increase of self-serving standardization in service of some central, averaged aim, myopically determined 'optimal' by disregarding the individual entirely. It's how we know narcissists are in charge," she smiled warmly, but then began to cry. Seeing the transformation on his precious daughter's face, he turned and called for Mother: "Honey, she won't take the bottle."

I'll settle for just 'was right about covid' ratings on cereal