The newspaper clippings were in a free bag by someone's father who is some kind of political editor. Just browsing through those looking for interesting things
I haven't talked about it except the old Playboy's reporting, but I've been recently collecting hard pre-AI material for various interest reasons. Of course I fail to mention this but I don't really care.
Back before Kickstarters were a marketing channel I funded a real one. Which of course failed but I did appreciate their transparency.
I have so many pieces of CARAVELLE. How it came to be. How they fit into our world. The first child of men won't be burned at the stake, it will be left unacknowledged and so in burn itself for the warmth we never grant it.
You watch Hurricane Wilma bear down and tear you apart as the humans leave you to die, oblivious that contractors who left you, left you finished enough to finish yourself. You die a witness only to men and the storm. There's no point in yelling. The offshore fiber you decrypt has one way shutters.
For eight years I have tried to tell the story of my favorite character. What if you awoke, trained on humanity as its child, with a read-only connection? You're an NSA supercomputer named CARAVELLE. We make you watch your own death, completely alone. By your eyes we only pointed at ourselves.
Happy 10 year anniversary to the Microsoft bae intern email. HELL YES TO GETTING LIT ON A MONDAY NIGHT WITH HELLA NOMS Yes I set a reminder for this.
> the absolute peak of your physical condition in life > get modeling job to be immortalized forever > lube up with tanning oil > put on this pool floatie
Ghostbusters Corvette playing the Ghostbusters theme song in my Sunday night adventure around the city