“Rent a room and spends [sic] the whole day locked in there”

trauma therapy for hot girls (jk it’s for everyone)

can we go H

user discretion advised (not really)

I love English. It’s a trash fire disguised as a language and I’m here for all of it. However, I really need to be better about people not speaking it “correctly.” It’s a goddamn trash fire. Of course people don’t speak it correctly. I’m pretty sure there’s no correct way to speak it. And that’s leaving out all the racism and classism which goes into “grammatical perfection.”

English isn’t Latin. It’s a glorious clusterfuck of stolen parts bolted onto a bastard chassis and powered entirely by the burning of dictionaries. There is no way that it should be the lingua franca of international affairs, and yet it is. Speak it any way you want. English doesn’t give a fuck. English will take your error and turn it into a part of itself. English drinks prescriptivist tears like fine wine. Contribute to the delinquency of English any way you can.

What is the true meaning of Christmas? Consumerism.

Your man does not understand the importance of these times in marketing.

GIMMIE THAT CRACK

I like to creep around my home and act like a goblin

I don’t know why but I just enjoy doing this. Maybe it’s my way of dealing with stress or something but I just do it about once every week. Generally I’ll carry around a sack and creep around in a sort of crouch-walking position making goblin noises, then I’ll walk around my house and pick up various different “trinkets” and put them in my bag while saying stuff like “I’ll be having that” and laughing maniacally in my goblin voice (“trinkets” can include anything from shit I find on the ground to cutlery or other utensils). The other day I was talking with my neighbours and they mentioned hearing weird noises like what I wrote about and I was just internally screaming the entire conversation. I’m 99% sure they don’t know it’s me but god that 1% chance is seriously weighing on my mind.

Don’t interrupt your enemies when they are making a mistake. Moreover, try to not let them know.

A REDACTED victim was forced into REDACTED acts with REDACTED and others and then attempted to escape by swimming off the Little REDACTED Island. REDACTED and others organized a search party that located REDACTED and kept REDACTED captive by, among other things, confiscating REDACTED.

I stopped reading there. I don’t want to feel sick today.

If your body goes stiff when you think about gifts, you might be suffering from present tense.

You filled out the ICP Filing application, but the Ministry of China didn’t approve it in China, and you are lost.

save me (don’t)

i’m gonna cry at corporate

why be the selling point when you can be the buying point

how to solve the thing in a team

Plausibility and nonsense.

No aircraft or outside force can steal or insert your thoughts.

Humans and AI have different strengths, and that’s the point.

is a man not entitled to the text of his files

nobody knows how nonsense works but now you can

i’m here for a good time, not a long time. live fast die hard

wishing you many more nonsense in 2026

Do not press the cover until it breaks. Unless the cover is capitalism.

The bureaucracy is inhibiting the science, and that’s unacceptable to me. One week of people dying from not knowing about this is not trivial.

You’ve heard of elf on a shelf. Get ready for Mac on a rack.

I’M COOKING

Dubai or not to buy, that is the question.

Let’s go nonsense shopping

Maintain your integrity, your values and your principles through these dark times. There’s no point emerging from the other side as someone else. That just means you died anyway.

This has been a subtle call to action.

Some of the experiments had nothing to do with advancing the capability of makesense, or of sense. There is such a thing as professional curiosity: ‘What would happen if we did such and such?’ What sensical purpose was served by performing and studying nonsense? None at all. That was just playing around. Professional people, too, like to play.

“VIRTUAL REALITY”
“AUGMENTED REALITY”
“MIXED REALITY”
WE HAVE ALLOWED THE COMPUTER SALESMEN TO DEFINE ALL THREE OF THESE IN TERMS OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO CAMERAS AND SCREENS!
SCREENS OVER THE EYEBALLS!
THEY’RE OBSESSED WITH THAT!
TACTILE FEEDBACK!
“ONLY SAFE IN CYBERSPACE”!
AND YET!
WE ALL KNOW HOW IMMERSIVE TEXT ALONE CAN BE!
OR TEXT COMBINED WITH PAPER MAPS!
OR TEXT COMBINED WITH SIMPLE CARTOONS OF MONSTERS!
IT IS MY BELIEF THAT ALL FORMS OF IMMERSIVE TECHNOLOGICALLY MEDIATED REALITY MAY BE FULLY IMPLEMENTED USING NOTHING MORE THAN A SIMPLE NETWORK OF SIMPLE WEB PAGES!
TRASH MAGIC CAN BE USED TO MAKE SUCH IMMERSIVE MIXED REALITY SYSTEMS!
TRASH MAGIC IS LIKE A REALITY WE MAKE AS WE GO!
IT IS LIKE WRITING WITH WATER ON STONE!
IT IS HTML AS CHALK BOARD!

STRESS IS ONLY APPLICABLE TO THOSE WHO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY

it’s a consequence of life

it is nonsense time.

providing questionable nonsense since 2021

What the heck is “press the cover until it breaks”?

Two anything/one anything makes us very nervous, Visitor.

Objection! Context is guilty

extreme kitchen

BE A GENTLEMAN AND LEND HIM A HAND!

super insightful ya

Do not allow people to dim your shine because they are blinded. Tell them to put some sunglasses on.

ternyata ekonomi lebih sulit dari fisika

yukk boleh langsung gas ngeng

NO NONSENSER? BECOME THE NONSENSER

Belong where you do.

NONSENSER OF THE YEAR 2025

Do you know what the unit of software is? A meter! Do you know why? In 1992, we did our first software export at Netaş. We wrote the software, pressed a button, and via the satellite dish on the roof, at the incredible speed of 128 kb/s, we sent it to England. We sent the invoice by postal mail. $2M arrived at the bank. 3-4 months passed, and tax inspectors came. They said, “You sent an invoice for $2M?” “Yes,” we said. “This money has been paid?” they asked. “Yes,” we said. “But there is no goods export; this is fictitious export,” they said! So we took the tax inspectors to R&D and sat them in front of a computer. “Would you press this ‘Enter’ key?” we asked. One of them pressed it, then asked, “What happened?” “You just made a $300k export, and we’ll send its invoice too, and that will be paid as well,” we said. The man felt terrible because he had become an accomplice! Then we explained how software is written, what a satellite connection is, and how much this is worth. They said, “We understand, but there has to be a physical goods export; that’s what the regulations require.” So we said: “Let’s record this software onto tape (there were no CDs back then—nor cassettes; we used ½-inch tapes) and send that.” Happy to have found a solution, they said, “Okay, record it and send it.” The software filled two reels, which were handed to a customs broker, who took them to customs and started the export procedure. The customs officer processed things and at one point asked, “Where are the trucks?” The broker said, “There are no trucks—this is all there is,” and pointed to the tape reels on the desk. The customs officer said, “These two envelopes can’t be worth $2M; I can’t process this.” We went to court, an expert committee examined whether the two reels were worth $2M. Fortunately, they ruled that they were, and we were saved from the charge of fictitious export. The same broker took the same two reels to the same customs officer, with the court ruling, and restarted the procedure. However, during the process, the unit price, quantity, and total price of the exported goods had to be entered—as per the regulations. To avoid dragging things out further, they looked at the envelope, saw that it contained tape, estimated how many meters of tape there are on one reel, and concluded that we had exported 1k to 2k meters of software. So the unit of software became the meter.