There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am regarded.

It was stupid, we all knew it, and they should feel stupid.

All my homies hate vibe coders.

Siegfried! Roy! Siegfried! Roy!

Anon is victim of immaculate deception

There’s no way I want 15 friends.

I feel attacked.

What color is your boo-gah-ee???

That one made me laugh as well. I never knew they had such… unflattering (yet flat!) bodies.

Likely none of them.

Every image in this article is unfortunately Bluesky hosted and blocked by my pihole. Seriously wish every blog site didn’t offload their media to questionable social platforms.

Looked cool otherwise.

OhMyBad

Stop drinking that shit. If you must have a carbonated beverage, there are a handful of prebiotic soda lines these days that have minimal sugar in them.

Captain Picard.

Is there a word for when something is both cute and terrifying?

We need guillotines.

What stage are you at?

Thanks now I need one.

Dicks, plural?

I enjoy one cup n the morning. If have too much my taint twitches. No clue why.