Ino Spöksonat @CynicSyntax@computerfairi.es

I worry that in a few years all the people I'm locally friends with now will have settled down far away from me and we might see each other rarely if we do at all. I worry that we'll drift apart as responsibilities get in the way of friendship. I worry that I won't be able to make friends like this again, because this is the first time I've ever felt this comfortable around friends. I worry I'll be lonely again in the future like I've been in the past.

I'm pretty radicalized, but I think I have reason to be. We collectively need to rise up and *do* things about the way things are. This isn't just revolution in the conflicting sense, but *also* supporting community organization and culture that's better than the system.

We are all stronger together than not, and anything that helps us helps all of us. If you best want to resist, do what you can to provide support for others. Help each other. Help yourselves too. What helps you helps us, too.

My gender is like some eldritch horror. If you stare into the abyssal depths of my gender your eyes, ears and nose will start to bleed as you begin to comprehend the terrifying might of it.

I'm Muslim and Therian and Plural and Nonbinary and a Dyke and you might say (I doubt anyone on here would but still) that some of those are contradictory and maybe you're right but fuck off cause I'm gonna do it anyways?

a reminder that Roombas are programmed to assume they will eventually bump into something and keep track of the longest distance they've travelled in a straight line to estimate the size of the room they're in (to in turn estimate how long they need to run to clean it)

and so if a Roomba never bumps into a thing it will eventually shut down and make a sad beep because it assumes it's somehow stuck

Roomba's primitive positronic brain is ill-equipped for the terrifying prospect of real freedom