With the advent of lab grown animal neurons interfacing with parts, we need to expand the definition of “wetware”.
It’s meat. Doesn’t even need to be people meat. Just meat that can be trained to react to stimuli, which opens up some options depending on complexity.
Sometimes you need that good, deep clean only a chunk of bark will give you.
“HAPPINESS, FREE, FOR EVERYONE, AND LET NO ONE BE FORGOTTEN!!” - Red, The Roadside Picnic
An impossible wish, yet one that burned itself into my heart the moment I read it, and a quote that has kept me walking.
Ants and fungi are inevitable, undefeatable.
People talk about roaches being the next species to thrive after we fuck ourselves. That will be a short-lived empire.
They will fall before the Mushroom Warriors, riding upon their giant ants without a Buick in sight to crush them.
I think they both have their places.
There’s something meditative about going through the actions of actually packing a bowl or rolling a joint. It’s methodical, let’s you get into a good headspace. It’s more a full body experience.
Using a cart or even hitting a dab rig, you’re using more tech, there can be more of a convience to it, but you lose out on the time spent with yourself. You lose out on the ritual, the spirit of it. Sometimes it’s nice, but sometimes, nah, I want that nice practice, the ritual of preparation my way.
Stanely Parable is a great game. It has great replayability baked in finding all the endings and little things, with really solid and humorous writing.
If you’re looking to just relax, have a laugh, and have fun trying to break a narrative, genuinely recommend it.
They threw so many fucking tantrums. I remember when one subreddit decided to say fuck it and threw a revolt over their nonsense. They acted like having people hate them was a badge of honor and that anyone against them was “a stupid misogynist”.