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God forbid poor people enjoy a treat. They should suffer on gruel until they apologize for being so poor.

Watching the Brak Show feels like smoking weed to me, but I’m completely sober. Except for when I’m high.

I ask for summaries and examples for things I understand well but struggle to explain. Sometimes it’s very helpful, and sometimes it’s just deranged nonsense.

That’s why I’m less likely to ask it to about something I don’t already know. How would I know if the answer is accurate or coherent? At least with something like Wikipedia, I can track down a source and look for foundational truth, even if it is hidden under layers of bias.

“I didn’t ask for a hint, I was just making an observation. Damn.”

Sorry, yeah Chuck Palahniuk. Same guy who wrote Fight Club.

I think a creative filmmaker could play with that. View the same scene from multiple perspectives, show characters (and the audience) making assumptions and drawing conclusions because they don’t have the full story. Maybe you never fully reveal what is actually happening, and let the audience fill in the gaps.

The narrative itself might not be enough to draw out a full mystery, but maybe you delve into the backstory and the supernatural elements at play a bit more. Or maybe it’s all drug induced, from the art to the mass hysteria. Maybe the townspeople assign meaning to chaos, and their faith is tested when things don’t go to plan.

But you have several interesting characters to explore, none of whom ever have all the information they need to understand everything.

Diary. What you don’t understand you can make mean anything.

I think “selfish” is a better word for it in all instances, because some people are just selfish. Like, if you can’t be bothered to return your shopping cart or pick up your dog’s shit, then that’s selfish. It’s not anywhere near the same category as being too burnt out to do the dishes after a double shift, or wanting to sleep in on a day off.

Calling all of it “lazy” creates some imaginary obligation to the universe that simply does not exist. You don’t owe the universe clean dishes or your time in the morning. If you have roommates and you left dishes in the sink, you are being selfish. If your kids have an early baseball game, and you are too hungover to show up, then you’re being selfish. You are always obliged to return your cart and pick up after your dog.

… As was foretold by the prophecy.

And there was much rejoicing. (yaay)

Go to the landlord and provide your account of what is happening. Document as much as you can, and stop trying to figure out why they are so upset. You’re not going to discover some hidden rational explanation, nor is that your responsibility. Protect yourself.

He’s trying to thread the needle. He owes a duty to his employer and stockholders, but he wants to benefit from the fascist coup.

Remember when minting the $1 trillion coin was considered the craziest idea?

Agreed, those people are the best. But also, that’s a bit of a nightmare scenario, because now you have to decide if you’re going to risk saying something from five minutes ago, or decline the kindness and feel bad for rejecting the gesture.

Awkwardly attempt to join the conversation, only to be talked over mid-sentence by someone else, and so you wait for another lull. Attempt to start again, only to be interrupted again by someone else. Watch helplessly as the subject of the conversation drifts far from the point you were going to make. Minutes pass, and everyone is glad to be talking about something else. You let go of the moment, and resign yourself to remain quiet. Then someone says to you, “Oh, what were you going to say?”

Being friendly doesn’t negate the fact that they are out of compliance with the law. Even sending a second email to insist they delete your data is an undue burden.

On an unrelated note, suddenly, boomers care about affordable housing for no apparent reason.