If Im Being Totally Honest, The Biggest Reason I Wish People On This Website Had Paid More Attention

soup de jour: soup of the day

soup de jure: soup the government wants you to eat

soup de facto: the soup everyone actually eats

I don’t see astrology as pseudoscience purely because it usually doesn’t purport itself to be science. It’s a superstitious divinatory practice based on several ancient religions. Like, I don’t believe in astrology but I find people who are really really angry at it tend to be insufferable. People are entitled to their beliefs and forms of divination. The universe is so random that others attempts to find meaning and guidance within it. Maybe consulting your horoscope gives you advice that you can find meaning and direction in. I don’t know, I’m not you.

tonight on the decks we’ve got DJ Papal Schism

Eddie Munson + Details

"We kind of stitched [Eddie's vest] so it would look like he did it himself ... We added a belt buckle that has a handcuff on it ... We gave him a chain on the leather of his jacket, like maybe the zipper broke, and he tried to close it. So we really focused on little details."

Don't Stop Talking About It. Don't Look Away. They're Still Here. They will be Free.

had a dream that started out kind of sexy and for a number of irrelevant dream-state reasons involved my having to explain to a partner that i didn't want to suck on his titties. i think it was supposed to turn into an anxiety dream about having to negotiate sexual boundaries but instead he smiled and, very sympathetic, told me "of course - i know you're a freudian, i'm sorry that didn't occur to me," sort of saying he should have remembered how i felt about oral fixations, and then the rest of the dream was me trying with increasing desperation to convince him that i was not a freudian and he just laughed and laughed, like i was being sort of foolish and silly, and said he knew how i really felt, and didn't my unconscious mind reveal the truth about me, and so on. and by then i was so distressed that i was yelling at him in the dream - not that i actually fully realized i was dreaming - and shouted "dream interpretation is a crock of shit!" with such force that it woke me up.

being dried off and dressed up in a little sweater right now. bitches wish!

jeff the unaliver doing tiktok dances over my dead body after stabbing me thirty eight times in the chest

The post: They should invent a robot that feel pain so that we can make it feel pain forever and thus absolve humanity of sins like some sort of horrible mechanized Jesus

The comments: This happened to my buddy Brian once

Deep sea fish: Today I will eat a shrimp