how do you politely tell a misguided relative that you will never in a million years join their tech startup

i think i fantasize abt running a way more as an adult than i ever did as a child

turns out my tone generator is busted. spent the whole day wrangling ethernet cables and hoping for the best. like they did in the stone age

debating whether i wanna share an opinion or remain aloof and mysterious

its tough having brainworms abt media that hasn't been relevant in decades. i walk a lonely road

a 4-word true horror story: fountain pen cartridge explosion

made the site a bit more mobile-friendly, and also revamped its design a bit. not to brag but i feel like its genuinely much better now

i have amassed such great fortune in my lifetime. like 2 noodles in meal. maybe 3 even

hellp my youtube algorithm only recommends 4hr nothingburger video essays narrated by unfunny twinks (tone indicator: negative)

so like is everyone on earth simultaneously Going Through Some Shit rn? or is it just me and everyone i know

the problem with learning as i go is that i keep having to fix my old mistakes. in other words: i kinda wanna rebuild my layout from scratch

diversity win! cronenberg monster falls victim to pernicious female beauty standards!

getting genuinely emotional about digital media preservation

was just messing around w my desktop and uhh i just nearly bricked my system (O_O) remember to back up your files kids

somehow managed to be productive today. what have i produced, you ask? unimaginable horrors. also chocy chip cookies

this IT help desk could really use a femininomenon

(￣ ￣|||) i know i said i was sick of summer, but that didnt mean i want autumn to be cold

why do ppl keep telling me to take a break? cant they see theres still work to do?

uh oh i just realized this shitpost-y side project is gonna require actual math

(btw ive noticed my site gets a spike in traffic whenever i start linuxposting. you are not immune to propaganda)