As René Magritte once proved, a drawing or CGI animation of a pipe is not a pipe. So if there's a comics, a cartoon or video-game involving a pipe being lit, it DOESN'T imply a real pipe being lit.
- Hur, but the drawing of a pipe was based upon a real pipe, DUR!
While some physical pipe was indeed a likely source of inspiration for a hand-drawn/CGI pipe, it doesn't imply that that real pipe was lit: one doesn't need to see a pipe being lit in order to draw a pipe being lit. It's trivial physics to be imagined, not something that needs to be previously observed.
So, again, no pipe needs to be lit in order to draw a lit pipe. I guess it should be a common knowledge among humans, but it seems like it isn't... People let their senses deceive them, then everything remotely alluding to a lit pipe feels like it's a real lit pipe (the thing in itself, Ding-an-sich), and, no, it isn't, wake up, Neo!
(This may or may not be about pipes: ceci n'est pas une pipe)
#thoughts #socialcritique #philosophy And here's the thing: in order to have a job, I must hide who I am, I must pretend I'm someone else. I can't dare to appear Luciferian, I can't paint my nails as a cis man, I can't sound anarchist and non-conformist, I must appear and sound like a nice yes-sir preppy, and even after getting to infiltrate the job market again, I must keep my own identity hidden. The moment I'm seen lighting up red candles and worshiping Lilith, it's the moment I'd get unemployed.
And companies tend to stalk the employees, they tend to investigate even pseudonymous profiles. And with AI, this became even easier for them to do.
To make matters worse, I can't lie convincingly, I'm unable to lie properly. So I end up transparently expressing who I am and what my currently beliefs are. It's no wonder I'm unemployed, I don't avoid using a PFP and/or status text depicting Lilith.
Yet I was recently called (indirectly) a lazy person for not being employed. The irony, the person who called me that was a lottery/bet game street vendor.
Back to corporate stalking: since every aspect of technology is going selfie+ID (muh tO pROtECt cHIlDRenz), it'll be even trivial for companies to discover pseudonymous usage for a given employee. At this point, using pseudonyms would become moot when even browsers (just a reminder that all "modern" browsers stem from either Mozilla corporation's Firefox or Google inc's Chromium) would become legally required to scan the identity of the user "in name of the children".
I won't return to being Christian and bootlicker only for "earning a living". Fuck you, fuck it, fuck capitalism, fuck this world. After all, this world has been long since beyond repair.
Calckey.world is gone once again, evil.social doesn't federate well, mastodon.social has such a low character limit for me to publish things, and anar.chi.st PixelFed doesn't deal with text-only posts, and there's no other Fediverse instance I'm currently in.
If I had a source of income, maybe I'd self-host my own Sharkey instance or something, although it would end up as another echo chamber for my philosophical ruminations. But I don't, and I won't for a good while in the foreseeable future, so I'm quite of a freeloader of existing platforms which I end up using prolifically due to my Hypergraphia. And whenever I try to shut the fuck up, I end up doing... things to myself.
But as the internet is undergoing further enshitification, with Cloudflare (and Anubis) MitM and CAPTCHAs all over the place because AI crawlers are DDoSing the entire web, and people getting as polarized and hive-minded as ever, the internet is pretty much gone, so there's no alternative but to keep the whole day in bed while doing myself some cool tattoos without ink (well, there is ink, only after enough tattooing efforts).
Even though I have poor to no nutrition (I forgot when my most recent full meal was, it's been a week that I haven't been dinning, perhaps even more?), no exercising (because fuck sports), little to no sunbathing (I'm literally a vampire and I love the nighttime so fuck the Sunlight), unstable sleep routine (because I hate routine), as well as frequent physiological self-sabotaging (getting myself fancy new and fresh wounds when the latest ones are just finishing healing) and psychological conditions unfixable for aeons, I got one the strongest flu-like symptoms last week, 39 Celsius fever, vertigo, bleeding nose, strong headaches, nausea and even vomiting without vomiting (thanks to the fact the stomach was empty enough so there was pretty much nothing to vomit), among other strong symptoms. It even resembled the harshness of COVID-19, the few times I got it in 2021, except for the anosmia. It felt like I was finally going to go, I could feel the chilling presence of Death Herself prowling around me... then the symptoms gradually faded away until I woke up today and all the flu symptoms are... fully gone? At least it's what it seems.
It's strange to realize how athletes, bodybuilders, professional sports players and other seemingly healthiest people on Earth can die all of a sudden from unexpected heart attack and stroke to armed robbery and airplane accidents; patients being constantly watched by doctors and/or undergoing frequent blood/clinical tests and CT scans and ultrasonography suddenly discover some malignant tumor in advanced stage them they die some time later from multiple organ failure; still we, the people who hate the world and our own survival instincts, we sort of... thrive? (As paradoxically as it sounds)
Well, there's some reason I can think of: we don't get exposed to routine death lottos (we don't do air traveling so we don't expose ourselves to the luck of having a metallic bird to suddenly hit the ground at cruise speeds; we hate social gatherings and the outside world so we end up not being robbed or attractive enough to get robbed), we don't physically stress our bodies beyond how we're already stressed, and maybe the constant self-sabotage (provoking pain unto oneself) ends up with a body which is... a tad more resilient to damages and indifferent to pain? It's weird...
There's this vicious, almost Samsaric cycle from Nature that happens just above my head: parakeets build a nest over the roof of my bedroom. They'll lay eggs, then some of their unhatched eggs will eventually attract some random possum, who'll eat the unhatched eggs while settling themselves on the roof for a few weeks, probably procreating there. The possums will eventually run out of food, then they'll leave the roof, which will be empty enough for other parakeets to nest.
Both do LOTS of noise, they walk and kick and pecker the roof. The parakeets are even more louder: "eeeeEEEEEEAAAAAK, quah-QUAAACH-quahquahhquahquahh".
Nevertheless, I prefer the parakeets instead of the possum, even if the former are louder than the latter. The possums are heavier, messier and they tend to piss all over the roof. The parakeets also piss on the roof, I guess, but not at the same quantity. And parakeets (and birds in general) are more cute than possums... sorry, possums, I prefer birds.
#nature #birds Greetings. You can call me Daemon. I was already on #Fediverse before I signed up here, particularly, under the handle @dsilverz. One of my main reasons to try and register here is what seems to be an ongoing "#Fedidrama" regarding .world instances, a drama of which I couldn't really grasp in depth but it seems like instances have been increasingly defederating from .world for some reason I don't know...
All I know is that I liked how #Calckey works, from all Fediverse platforms I've tested so far (and, WOW, 8000 character limit here, bigger than the 3000 character limit from the other instance I was participating in, excellent!), so I proceeded to find another Calckey instance and found this one, whose name called to my attention: Evil Social, perfect fit for me as a someone currently in Left-hand Path (#Lilithianism, #Luciferianism, #Gnosticism).
Guess that's enough for an #introduction. 