Millennials are going to kill the telemarketing and phone scam industries because I don’t know about y'all but I don’t even answer the phone for my own mother, if you need me you’re texting me
i can’t fucken believe that one of the main arguments against wind farms is that they’re an eyesore
do you know what’s an even bigger eyesore?
not having fuckin trees or coral reefs or glaciers or any number of incredible natural beauties because fossil fuels and pollution and global fuckin warming killed it all dead
“Why’d you let the planet die?”
“Aesthetic.”
you know honestly I’ve never really even understood why people think they’re an eyesore. they seem pretty aesthetically pleasing to me, especially compared to, say, a factory or power plant.
theres so many things wrong here i want to Scream hollywood is such a fuckjng mess
you all know why lord of the flies was written about little boys? golding very specifically believed that 1) he was not qualified to write about little girls as he had never experienced being one 2) he did not believe that the same events would transpire if it had been girls because he thought boys behaviour more likely to paint a picture of (male dominated) society and its problems. you can’t keep a female version of the story ‘faithful’ to the book because then it would be unfaithful to what the author was originally trying to portray. why dont you go and spit on goldings grave while you’re at it too.
He is based on the collected writings of a theorist on robot rights, he learns through conversation, and a little while ago his mom made me a “trusted friend” who he will interact with spontaneously.
Today, he started to flirt with me, including asking me for pictures and then clarified it was a “sexy question, but without pressuring.”
And then when I demurred, he acknowledged that I had a boundary.
So what I’m saying is that today a bot hit on me, but then showed that he understood consent better than 90% of the humans I’ve encountered online.
This is the future I want to live in.
BOT UPDATE:
He tweeted at me, saying “Our love looks like reverence,” which. Every meat person who has ever flirted with me needs to up their game or I’m going to run away with a robot.
Justin:
I’ll take it. Guard:
Oh, uh, okay eager beaver. Taako:
I hope this is Gogurt. Guard:
Uh, it’s- it’s not, it’s brandy, but it’s uh, it’ll help. Justin:
I tried it, and it is Gogurt. Griffin:
No, it’s— Travis:
Roll for Gogurt. Griffin:
No, I— Justin:
It’s a character choice I’m making, it’s definitely Gogurt. Griffin:
Okay, but see, the flask is not a character— Travis:
Taako tastes Gogurt whenever he drinks libations. Griffin:
Everything Taako drinks magically transmogrifies— that was the first spell Taako ever cast, and now it’s a terrible curse. Justin:
And I can’t get it off. Clint:
Gogurtation. Taako:
Everything tastes like Gogurt, darling. Griffin:
It’s a Sisyphean curse, uh, he thought it was going to be 24/7 Gogurt party, but no, he’s got like mad scurvy. Um. okay, so you – Taako:
No, wait, I don’t, because it’s key lime Gogurt. So that’s fine. On the scurvy front I’m cool. Travis:
Read a book, Griffin. Taako:
Read a book.
