Fungocrat

@fungocrat.bsky.social

Tout le malheur des hommes vient d'une seule chose, qui est de ne pas savoir demeurer en repos dans une chambre.

People talk a lot about the causes of declining birth rates, but it's really simple. People used to need enough kids to put on a touring Shakespeare production - maybe six, even eight. But with the rising popularity of Samuel Beckett? Two is sufficient.

I always love to see the most recent arguments in the battle between "Most people's material conditions are improving, therefore you shouldn't be miserable" and "I am miserable, therefore most people's material conditions aren't improving". Always enlightening.

We've run the calculations and the ideological cornerstone of Woke 2 will be ensuring that all depictions of dinosaurs have a bunch of feathers on them. The rest of the program follows more or less automatically.

Revolutionising the mining industry by inventing the B-triple freight Catbus that can carry 330 tonnes of lithium-bearing ores over roadless terrain. I have broken many laws of God and Man.

Everyone has opinions about the available translations of The Odyssey, yet no one will fund my project to translate The Odyssey into the Language of Smells as experienced in my patented Olfactory Chamber.

I'll accept an AI emperor but only once AI reaches AUW (Artificial Universal Wisdom) and responds to all questions and inputs with silence. Then we'll make policy decisions the appropriate way, by interpreting the silence through a massive bureaucracy.

If you're the kind of person who eats a lot of nuts and seeds, I can't recommend enough that you make black rice instead of white rice on every occasion you consider making white rice.

What type of writing takes the place of formal verse in modern culture? Well, the forms of verse originated functionally to weave together streams of words to ensure that you could remember those things which must be remembered - or, to put it in the Latin, those things which are "memoranda".

I've probably sent a Perfect Email. But the thing about a Perfect Email is, it vanishes from your memory as soon as it's sent, because it so totally resolves the confusion you wrote it to address. The Perfect Email always appears to be in the future, an ever-receding mirage which is almost a memory.

Kid saw a guy smoking a cigarette and he said "He's eating tape!" and I didn't want to explain about smoking so I just said yup. And now whenever he sees people smoking he says they're eating tape. Probably fine.

Social media has its downsides, but it really does enable some amazing collective experiences. I can log on and see pictures from all around the world showing that all of our houses are being enveloped by the same mysterious fog, all at the same time. Truly we are one.