You know you want to

Thursday 3/5/26

People are starting to look like AI.

Were it to be factually revealed that eighty percent of the profiles on the likes of Threads are AI, I wouldn't be surprised. I could see it being up to ninety percent.

Yesterday I saw a guy--who I'm pretty sure wasn't AI, and just a typical American--asking if nuclear weapons were real, because if they were real, why didn't Russia just use them on the Ukraine and the US on Iran. So maybe they're just this made up thing and they don't exist in real life.

I think very few people understand--or are capable of understanding--how stupid the average person now is.

Sometimes I'll think about Simon going over to Carli's house on The Inbetweeners and telling her to finger herself for him before adding--as a would-be clincher--"you know you want to."

These Netflix shows are all the same show. Written the same way, shot the same way, lit the same way, forgettable the same ways.

Ours is a world in which it is very much against the rules to do anything new. It's just a flat no-go, no way, take that out of here, for anyone who wants to do something that hasn't been done a million of boring times over. Even if they bring it off. Even if it's the best thing ever. If it can be referenced within the framework of piles and piles of shit, it isn't going to be allowed to happen, won't be put out, won't be supported. Doesn't matter if it could make more money than all the shit. Things have to be able to be compared to lots and lots of formulaic shit.

There's a hole-in-the-wall dining establishment down the street from me that's only open for the first half of the day and seems to exist mostly to serve fatty brunches to hungover twenty and early thirty somethings; you know, guys well on their way to earning that double chin and the women who hook up with them and will eventually have to pick one to marry so everyone can have kids and get to feel like they have a purpose in life while probably being shitty parents and doing their bit to ensure that the next generation is at least as stupid as theirs is. The smell of bacon and ham is overwhelming early on the weekends when I head out to run stairs. Like a slaughterhouse crossed with a brunch place for all your one-stop cholesterol needs.

There's a man who walks around my neighborhood whistling loudly and badly non-stop. He doesn't give a fuck about how irritating it is. I hate this man. I hear him constantly. I'll hear him through headphones as I'm listening to something. I'll hear him when I'm trying to sleep.

If I saw this man crossing the street and a truck was about to run him down and he was unaware of the truck, I'd shout, "Hey! Look out!" so that he wouldn't be run over by the truck.

But if I hadn't been there and I learned later that he got ran over by a truck and was no more, I wouldn't be like, "Damn, no, not the whistler."