I finally gave this album a proper listen. The whole thing is pretty good, although I only added “Tell Me When You’ve Had Enough” and “Who Will You Follow” to my regular rotation.
I love this bit from Evanescence’s “How Do I Heal?”
“No matter how we change
Echoes of us remain
Untouched by time
In my mind”
I didn’t realize Amy Lee spent so much time in New York City! “Self Destruct” was another highlight for me.
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I commented: “Wee dragonauts, the pauper staple. Love seeing these old magic cards, especially with all the power creep of recent years!”
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I love these album related videos, and muse’s resistance makes an appearance.
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I have no interest really in football cards but Jason did great with these signature class blasters. Nice looking cards and some big names. Also AJ Brown is a patriot now so Drake Maye gonna go nuts!
Jason had a rough first series 2 hobby box after a good jumbo. At least he got a decent auto. And the best rookie mojo you can get.
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Rose Han has some good thoughts on what’s not worth your money anymore. A lot of things.
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Cinzia is absolutely right; gate keeping in classics is insane. But hey she got this far! And within actual academia, apparently, it’s not like that.
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Jess finally made a video about this book hurray! I hope to get around to actually reading it someday. And it is interesting, the duality of being a rat person like she is in a world that considers them vermin.
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Well, adef, that’s one way to beat the Pokemon champions meta. Buy him another round. Yeah it wasn’t good times, but it was funny and mathy.
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There is no such thing as a perfect woman. I’m not sure that seeking such perfection is even a viable strategy for anyone who desires a true companion. There is no such thing as perfect when it comes to biological forms as we. There are always so many x-factors and abnormalities and deviations and a host of factors beyond our control and perhaps even beyond our knowledge on how our mind, body, and soul… that is, if a soul is even a true thing at all or just a projection of our consciousness, if consciousness is anything more than a fun little illusion we all delude ourselves with to feel superior to our somewhat less developed and unfortunate animal neighbors. I feel in some ways we are more animals than the very beasts we domesticated…
I used to want to believe that the essence of my words could be quantized into something a fancy chat bot could imitate and synthesize something that sounded enough like me that I could tweak and let all the hard work be left to sheer probabilistic logic and reasoning. That doesn’t really work. It sounds pretty on the surface but it’s hollow, shallow, and tends to end up going in circles chasing its own tail that it doesn’t even have trying to please some invisible end user that it’s training assumes exists but in reality it’s all just a bigger emptier delusion than our shared humanity has forced upon us. I want to reject it all. Every single thing I’ve been taught I want to simply disbelieve and start from scratch. Even these words I use are pale imitations of what I truly mean. What am I to do though, simply invent a new language on the fly?
