In an effort to fight modern techbros, all modern human writers start churning out Oulipianesque texts, and reading books is cast once again as a passtime for weird (perhaps dangerous) nerds.

…actually, there’s some half-decent stories you can tell and ideas you can bat around with this frame informing both format and content. The title Samizdat jumps to mind when thinking about some of them (I know there’s a contingent on Lemmy who might not be thrilled about the connotations, but it’s a good word). Hmm.

Reminds me of Sidewalk Toronto but probably worse.

Bearded guy, so: “[insert any small talk compliment about my beard here]” “Thanks, it’s been growing on me.”

Completely unasked-for protip if you ever find yourself in Zurich - do the Lindt Home of Chocolate tour (building is fucking gorgeous and the tour is pretty cool), but don’t be a sucker and visit the shop in the lobby. There’s a factory outlet at the back of the property.

I know as a random American, chances are you won’t need this information, but I feel I got played when I walked out with my fancy bag of redic-balls expensive chocolate a few months ago (part of that was the CAD > CHF exchange rate, but still)

I don’t even know for sure if the chocolate is less expensive at the back, but noting the number of Swiss coming out of the outlet v. The Home of Chocolate, and difference in bag quality, it probably is.

Also you might see these cars on the way back there, which are adorable af.

Ngl, I’d watch the fuck out of a movie about juggalos toppling a surveillance state. Culminating in the cinematic final showdown I’ve always pictured in my head when listening to I Want My Shit..

You ever start having a lucid dream, then something kicks in and it’s not really a lucid dream anymore?

This is me with this thought. Quite liberating in the moment but hard to maintain to guide my actions for very long.

Edit: I should note I’m one of those freaks who play GTA V in first person pretty much exclusively (driving is tough, ngl), so this without the ‘imagining in third person’.