You, 2019: Hip, at the spearpoint of our culture, a species of cool that bewilders and fascinates outsiders: Loves Bart Simpson, Garfield, and Sonic the Hedgehog
Me, 1991: Running shorts pulled up to belly button, making thumbs-up gesture in every photograph, constantly running nose: Loves Bart Simpson, Garfield, and Sonic the Hedgehog
I like compelling people. I like having compelling people in my life. Sometimes part of what makes a compelling person so compelling is that they're fucked up in an interesting way. Every once in a while this causes some friction and trouble, but it's fine, I'm still very glad to have interesting messed up weirdos in my life. They're the best.
I'm sick of pretty much all long running intellectual property from the 20th century. I'm going to see the last Star Wars in the new trilogy and then I'm done with big IP entertainment.
Except in reality I'm a pretty lonely person and if a friend wants to go see some Marvel piece of garbage, I'll be really happy to get the invite.
Really eager to break into the management-at-a-tech-company/futurist blogosphere where every few months you skim the Wikipedia page or an introductory lecture for an up-and-coming topic, write 600 words with a single citation, then post it on LinkedIn where your transparently self-serving connections can pat you on the back, presumably because your drivel achieved the high professional standard of not having any particularly obvious spelling mistakes
oh boy, it's dog food again!
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