$30

I hope they watch it for 30 more seconds, I hope it made their pizza taste better

Cheese

"Opiates hide inside casein, the main dairy protein. As casein molecules are digested, they break apart to release tiny opiate molecules, called casomorphins. One of these compounds has about one-tenth the opiate strength of morphine. The especially addicting power of cheese may be due to the fact that the process of cheese-making removes water,lactose and whey proteins so that casein is concentrated."

no matter how undesirable, it's somewhat self-imposed

Y/N

yes (ys)
adv.
It is so; as you say or ask. Used to express affirmation, agreement, positive confirmation, or consent.
n. pl. yes·es
1. An affirmative or consenting reply.
2. An affirmative vote or voter.
tr.v. yessed, yes·sing, yes·es
To give an affirmative reply to.
interj.
Used to express great satisfaction, approval, or happiness.



no 1 (n)
adv.
1. Used to express refusal, denial, disbelief, emphasis, or disagreement: No, I'm not going. No, you're wrong.
2. Not at all; not by any degree. Often used with the comparative: no better; no more.
3. Not: whether or no.
n. pl. noes (nz)
1. A negative response; a denial or refusal: The proposal produced only noes.
2. A negative vote or voter.
interj.
Used to express strong refusal, doubt, or disbelief.

knowing less and less

What a day for academic emotionalism

ordinary affects: extraneous emotional values

annoyed and counting
bored and
out of body experiences
disinterest and compliance
crying and masturbating
pacing and sighing
typing and boredom
crying and marking
laughing and showering
typing and smirking
laughing and regurgitating
sleeping and twitching

ideas and intentions of the post-internet

I have problem with in the face of post-internet conceptualism is the lack of emotionalism or the high amount of parody-to such an extent humor is banal. I enjoy the emphasis on shape, surface appropriation and emulation, but I am not sure post-internet work has learned to deal with distress or profound sadness; there is only banality. Maybe that practice is a way to not deal with emotion.

trashy. def.

total garbage
stuff that is thrown away
no value
no information

)()(*)/__()())(())()) dumbstep &**&*&*

Think my night just got better

what now

Not going to call it work if the time spent wasn't worth anything. It was thirty hours. we are now on threehundred and fifty. No big deal.

generative detachment theory

forgetting all kinds of painful things in order to be productive

The Interpassive subject

Does this sound all too familiar? I, the wannabe intellectual with dynamism for fastrack creativity and annoying repetition of past tropes with a lack of depth for the medium's inner workings despite my penchant for instantaneous and accurate research while observing every fad of culture ironically, feel unable to contain my constant ennuie and recourse towards self-referentiality. I gloat at our general lack of ambition for innovation on the throws of my aeron chair while procrastinating through a conflated workplay economy. I am that individual that has adapted to substituting desire and displacing dismay by personifying objects for my own relief. What more could you ask for? I turn to my devices and understanding of our Bored and severely informed situation drfts from critical to apolitical, immanent to abstract, intersubjective to interpassive. Human interest (LIKE!) come and go; objects are forever.

What is the end goal?



Old enough to know
x is as undesirable as y and everything is money.
How have we moved so far away from our families and denied persons loved and to be loved to work hand to mouth as some pedagogical mouthpiece, to spend a third of my time sifting through emails and coddling my computer instead of sleeping and taking care? How do we move out of our spheres of comfort and create familiar terrain with no frame of reference to the host or the departed destination?

1) find a companion: animal or human 2) start biz/own property 3) get fat paycheck and grow companions 4) be good and be good 5) be irrelevant and entertaining

my computer wilson

bad time for the best companion to go down

I know I'm grown now that my mom won't get mad when I type a swear word in a chat message to her.

marking again

emotional process
emotional inertia
holy shit

having eaten my roommate's food and used her spoon

now you all know i'm a terrible person

you lurk me