So they may have finally arrested “the pipe bomber” — some guy from Virginia. But let’s be real: the entire internet already decided months ago that it was the mystery Capitol-Hill-adjacent woman in the hoodie, and they’re not letting that go. Once the internet declares its truth, every update becomes “a cover story,” “a distraction,” or “plausible deniability.” Doesn’t matter what press conferences say, who gets cuffed, or what evidence is presented — people believe what they already image
Most people close their eyes and get a free IMAX in their head. When I close mine, it’s just black screen, no buffering. That’s aphantasia: I get “picture a red apple” as an idea, but there’s no image. Add SDAM, and my past isn’t a movie, it’s a set of text notes. On the other end of the spectrum is hyperphantasia, where people have Avengers-level CGI in their heads.
I’m not taking sides, but I keep noticing a pattern. People describe Trump as threatening because he talks about a “vengeance tour,” settling scores for how he was treated in his first term and during the Biden years. Yet many of those same people say that if Democrats win again, they should respond with an even broader revenge effort in reverse—including charges like war crimes or crimes against humanity. I’m not judging anyone; it’s just interesting how each side mirrors the other in intensity image
Every man eventually turns the corner and goes from loving Johnny Dollar the most to loving Gunsmoke even more than that.
The head is always enough. But maybe a finger or an ear or an eye. I mean assassins seem to just use their cell phone camera.
Not a democracy.
I realized today that the whole concept of the vampire—across centuries and even in modern stories like Talamasca—may be built on antisemitic coding: blood libel, the cursed wanderer, the secretive outsider, the one who “feeds” on the host society. I never saw it before, and it genuinely unsettles me. It’s painful to recognize how deeply this old prejudice has been woven into something we thought was just fantasy. image
At 55, solidly Gen X, I remember when life wasn’t yet swallowed by the digital panopticon. No DNA labs, no CCTV constellations, no AI parsing your gait, race, or posture. You could outrun the cops and simply evaporate from the record. Today it’s ticket cameras, databases, and federal enforcement supremacy. The outlaw era is gone; the game is now rigged in favor of omnipresent surveillance. image