Gene Ray actually came to MIT in person. I knew the people who invited him. They had a history of… performance-art kind of stunts on the boundary of good taste? Like calling attention to an obscure discretionary fund by running for student government on a promise that they would use it to bribe everyone who voted for them. One of them taught me to pick locks during rush week.

And the Movement Skeptics of the aughts looked at Kurzweil’s singulatarianism and asked what he was smoking, while basically ignoring that the Holy Sequences existed. I should know, I was there.

Barbara Rosenblat’s recordings of the Amelia Peabody novels are fun.

All the doves are dead, Dave.

We lined up by body count.

People using this term to mean their number of sexual partners will never not be funny to me. Not always in the same way, but it’s always funny in some fashion.

“And what would you say is your body count, Will?”

“I thought new couples were supposed to rise above that kind of contest, Dr. Lecter.”

After all, it was a workplace where many employees lived together, and had multiple overlapping romantic relationships with their colleagues, while also essentially acting as each other’s therapists

“After all, it was completely fucked”

Heavy is the head that wears the Spirit Halloween golden trilby.

“…meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain” —some guy

neither left wing nor right wing but some secret third thing (batshit right wing)

Me, catching up with the edits: wow that escalated quickly

Some of us figured it out after writing two novels with gender-flipped self-portraits as main characters, just as god intended

In local Boston-area sneering:

This is the map that City Councilors Miniard Culpepper (Roxbury) and Brian Worrell (Dorchester) used yesterday as part of their case to build an Orange Line extension down Blue Hill Avenue. As if we needed more proof that friends don’t let friends use generative AI. How many mistakes can you find?

“Arlington Heights” has materialized on the Commuter Rail line I took every day to Brandeis, North Station is no longer on the Green Line, Government Center is now the second Park Street, backup copies of State and DTX have appeared for good measure, Boylston and Arlington have departed for the realm of the A branch, along with the Braintree branch of the Red Line… I never knew the “what’s wrong with this picture” puzzles in the Sunday funnies would be such good training for evaluating computer technology.

Larry Sanger, who has spent decades concern-trolling Wikipedia to promote false balance in the name of “neutrality”, has finally pissed off enough editors there that the community has booted his ass.

Background:

https://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Larry_Sanger

Do we have to believe gamblers who say they’ve got a “system”?

If you switch to a new kind of tainted beef, that’s updating your prions

The video maker says that he doesn’t “want to have to censor my slurs for YouTube.”

There is a 2 hour 39 minute twitter video about how he was supposedly wronged,

The existence of a twitter video longer than Citizen Kane or 2001: A Space Odyssey as a thing in the universe means that we are all, in some percentage, wronged.

What’s a Dimes Square lady to do?!

I’m extraordinarily reluctant to take the guy’s description at face value. It seems ripe for that thing guys do where a crowd that’s 1/3 women becomes “mostly women” in their perception. But even taking it at face value, what the Hell, you know? He’s holding an event that self-selects for women who are vulnerable to predation and puts them in harm’s way. “Protip: to get more feminine energy at your events, advertise it to alcoholic women and hold it at a brewery!”

I haven’t bothered to examine the page history to see when the fucked content was actually introduced. I’m hoping that by posting about it, I can catch the attention of a particularly pedantic sex nerd who will be willing to fix it, for humanity’s sake. Let us not let the Adult Bookstore of Alexandria burn; rather, let us chronicle our times with our free hands