When I die, please feed my body to avian scavengers. Carry my protein into the air and excrete me all over some rich prick's exclusive beach or mountain estate. That's the only kind of "rising from the dead" I will wholeheartedly condone.
When I die, please feed my body to avian scavengers. Carry my protein into the air and excrete me all over some rich prick's exclusive beach or mountain estate. That's the only kind of "rising from the dead" I will wholeheartedly condone.
Niche semi-hot take: "Manifesto" by Roxy Music is a great album.
(Do not inquire why my brain makes me post this when I should be thinking about school. My brain is a scary place.)
Zombie film growling in the background.
Girls asleep on the sofa.
Me drinking coffee with headphones on pretending I can’t hear the apocalypse 😭😄
Meanwhile my child won tonight’s award for biggest leaf in Manchester 🍃🤣
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https://charliememe077-oaygw.wordpress.com/2026/05/23/a-very-loud-kind-of-healing/
Coffee is served. Sociable Dud may make an appearance later.
It's November. What if I wear something witchy today?
The closing paragraph on a blog post I was reading over coffee this morning really hit home:
I’m not convinced that LLMs are the future. I’m certainly not convinced that they’re the future I want. But what I’m most certain of is that we have choices about what our future should look like, and how we choose to use machines to build it.Don’t let inevitabilism frame the argument and take away your choice. Think about the future you want, and fight for it.To me that means careful consideration of LLMs based on the facts, thinking about how and should we use them, and then intentionally shaping the discourse around them in our social circles and society at large.Have you ever argued with someone who is seriously good at debating? I have. It sucks. You’re constantly thrown off-balance, responding to a point you didn’t expect to. You find yourself defending the weak edges of your argument, while the main thrust gets left behind in the back-and-forth, and you end up losing momentum, confidence, and ultimately, the argument. One of my close friends won international debate competitions for fun while we were at university (he’s now a successful criminal barrister), and he told me that the only trick in the book, once you boil it all down, is to make sure the conversation is framed in your terms. Once that happens, it’s all over bar the shouting.
Family doesn't mean blood.
It means those that you would bleed for, and those that would bleed for you.