I imagine it’s indicating that it’ll start affordable and then skyrocket when it becomes a lynchpin of daily life after crowding out the alternatives?

Frankly I don’t see it being economically viable given shit’s only getting worse.

Juicero-ass headset.

The thought crossed my mind but I’ve had panic attacks like that before, some a lot more severe and in public, mostly about how “this is the best I can do and it sucks and it only gets worse from here.” Which, incidentally, ended up being mostly true due to external factors. Like I work a job I don’t hate and make decent money but it’s not enough because housing is unaffordable everywhere.

I think I’d be doing a lot better if the entire United States weren’t staring down the barrel of yet another once-in-a-lifetime financial crisis. Like when are we ever not in crisis at this point?

I don’t want everything I post here to be bad news. I’m a month and change in on HRT and my tits are already somewhere between D and F cups, and my hair’s growing back in on top thanks to the finasteride and minoxidil. I already look way more androgynous than I did before, except for the beard.

Had a panic attack Saturday night. I was deeply consumed by the fear that everyone in my life pretends to love me in order to receive my support and I will be dropped like a hot rock the minute I fall off the hamster wheel, which will probably be sooner rather than later given the imminent collapse of the U.S. economy.

I dunno though, it’s kind of… Comforting, in a way? I can see that the light at the end of the tunnel is actually a train but once it hits, nobody’s going to blame me for how I fell apart. Or, they will, but they’ll be wrong.

Bad. The guarantee of a fifth major financial crisis in my lifetime tends not to be great for the old mental health.

Started HRT yesterday. I’m really, really hoping that I can end a decade-long plus dissociation and stop feeling like a walking ghost. Here’s hoping.

You know, the fucked up thing about it all is I was always told that the kind of delayed gratification that came from major accomplishments like a college degree, a steady career, a comfortable savings account, would all outweigh the fleeting pleasure of parties and stupid little trinkets and other such fun. I wish I had taken so much more time for myself because I burned out so hard achieving some of these things and failing to achieve others that I struggle deeply to imagine a future with me in it.

I hope whatever youth is left in the world spends their time having fun. I hope their lives are worth living now, and that mine will be someday too.

God if someone could get in and wipe out student loans, I would be so happy.

I mean, the major issue there is “toilet equipped with an automatic cleaning and recovery module.” That is gonna be a huge expenditure for even one toilet in-home, and you’re not always at home when nature calls.

I think it’d be more feasible for the health tracking device to embed itself in your stomach or intestines somewhere so that it just doesn’t pass through, notwithstanding all the sanitation issues that arise from trying to implant something internally where all your food/waste passes through.

Yeah no shit not everyone’s onboard. How the fuck does this help anyone except the apple C-suites?

Like, okay - I don’t think anyone’s saying returning the cart to the corral automatically makes you a good person, it’s just a green flag, right? Are you willing to do something that has no reward for compliance and no punishment for abandonment, simply because it’s the thing you’re expected to do in order to keep a system functioning?

If someone doesn’t return the cart regularly, it seems more likely that they’re inconsiderate. If they do, it seems more likely that they’re decent. But it’s one thing out of many that just happens to be publicly visible, so it becomes sort of a benchmark.

Shockingly it’s still alive, and even moreso there’s still porn, albeit softcore and/or censored with links pointing to Bluesky and/or patreon. There are also pornbots that pop up and follow me every now and again.

Slightly better than usual, work is going well since the merger, they’re about to take some duties off my plate since I’m taking on more in other areas. Notwithstanding that the next four plus years are going to be fraught with political turmoil, I’m cautiously optimistic about my personal life.

“Creating and Bringing value” = Maximizing our ability to squeeze productivity from the chattel without them knowing how badly we’re fucking them over.

I mean, I do want cheaper GenAI in the sense that I want people to see that it’s dollar store crap that’s not worth the electricity to run the servers to make it and give it up like they did the fucking Juicero and every other smart appliance a couple years ago. God forbid I hold my breath and people wise up and understand that these people are all grifters looking to tape a horn to a horse and sell their “unicorn” to FAANG or whatever the equivalent is these days, I can’t be assed to rewrite the new poob acronym.

Fuck me sideways. We need to dismantle capitalism like yesterday.

As someone who has no less than two dozen stuffies on the bed right now I can tell you they do love you because you love them.

Honestly I can’t remember the last time my life was on “Play.” I’ve been stuck in the same job so long it’s had two name changes and an acquisition since I started. It’s decent money and I can tolerate the work which is largely why I’m still there, because almost everyone I knew when I started has left or been fired. And I’m so afraid that if I leave or get let go I won’t be able to find anything else because the job market’s been absolute dogshit.

I’ve been experimenting with my gender presentation. I did a full body shave and picked up a skirt. I don’t think it’s helped me feel better about my body. I just kind of want to be a brain in a jar or a stuffed animal or something that doesn’t look like a complete pile of shit no matter how it’s dressed up.

Yeah. Clearly the only thing that matters is money, if we’re meant to idolize these ghoulish billionaires. My country should be proud of me following the example they set of selling out everyone they can in the name of the almighty dollar.