Packets From The VoidPeeking at you from around the corner.
Putting words in the computer just seems rude.
More interested in communication infrastructure than communicating.
A less pseudonymous mask than last attempt.
Profile image is a polaroid of a friendly dog.
Header image is an empty parking lot on a foggy night.
I will probably accept your follow request.
Packets From The VoidSo called "common sense" is not real. This phrase naturalizes the heuristics the speaker is using to judge a situation, so that those heuristics need not be examined or explained.
All heuristics are learned and they are all worthy of examination.
Packets From The VoidTo the tune of bustin' by Neil Cicierega.
*Postin' makes me feel bad.*
Packets From The VoidCalifornia Brain
Small business tyrant with stoner characteristics.
The real crime of big business is that all those people aren't trapped in the belly of my horrible machine.
The seven best friends who rule your website.
Doesn't seem like 'gated community for starving artists' was ever a winning business, and having less money to lose on it doesn't make you more qualified.
By all means though, post through it. Maybe I'll even read it if someone does the free labor to archive.
Packets From The VoidI cannot in good conscience recommend that anyone ever use a computer.
Packets From The Void@gavi@bagel.ing
Soon as someone's actions or thought processes are "scary" then "support" disappears and its all back to carceral violence.
Everyone's an abolitionist until they are made uncomfortable by someone else's suffering.
Packets From The Void@gavi@bagel.ing
A memory that will never leave me is watching a friend being handcuffed and chained to the back of a police car because the hospital policy was entirely liability avoidance.
She certainly wasn't dangerous to anyone, just terrified by the traumatic processes being inflicted.
Her delusions at the time weren't well managed, but the vast majority of the suffering she described was generated by the trauma of incarceration and the threat of homelessness upon her release.
Neither the ER or state hospital did much to help her manage the delusions either, just drugged her until she wasn't coherent enough to talk about them.
I was happy to have her live with us but she deserved a more reliable support system than hoping her TTRPG acquaintances could drive 4 hours on a weekday with next to no notice to pick her up and give her a place to stay.
Packets From The VoidSo called "common sense" is not real. This phrase naturalizes the heuristics the speaker is using to judge a situation, so that those heuristics need not be examined or explained.
All heuristics are learned and they are all worthy of examination.
Packets From The VoidTo the tune of bustin' by Neil Cicierega.
*Postin' makes me feel bad.*