If there was ever a time, I suppose this is it.

I'm stealing it. They stole it. Everything's stolen.

Feeling some kind of way. It's not... not all positive kind of way, for sure.

Got a lot of warm and fuzzies about Legal Eagle from what I guess I'd call the "good old days." The ad reads are pretty amazing, as are the commercials on top of the ad reads. And then a post like this...

I don't know if there's a tension in his content, he's always looked rich as fuck, but I think there's a tension for me because on some level he occupied space in my head as "one of the good ones". But then kicking around looking at tens of thousand dollar watches while the world is on fire. It's such a challenge.

Do I even have a huge problem with it? I don't know. I'm already at war internally. Is this aspirational, is he the enemy? It's that conversation I have with my partner all the time, becoming at peace with success. Or redefining success without things. or redefining success as having different things.

How to process markers of wealth when you want them and you like them but you'd be grossed out to buy one and feel guilty having one. It feels like an autoimmune system fighting off something.

But what is the disease and what is the host?

Stop. Releasing. New. Things. World.

• https://deepseek.com/harness/en/

• https://github.com/deepseek-ai/deepseek-harness

Can we get some fucking constraints in the room, please?

I'm still not emotionally over Nuclear War yet. I'm still not stable enough to even "write" the "review" yet.

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Nightmares. I had a lot of nightmares.

Why do I want to be sad so much?

It doesn't make any sense.

I told my friends about it all the time.

I'm sure I thought the text of it was cool. God, I wasn't even that young.

Fuck me if I didn't love Black Hawk Down too. With a vague self-awareness, but goddamn if I didn't love it anyway.