I keep Googling the poo emoji to copy-and-paste so much that Google wants me to buy a shirt with poo emoji pattern.

J™ reminds me of this classic chestnut, one the great theme songs of unrequited love.

I am dismayed by this post about a brown-skinned professor who gets detained by the authorities simply because he leaves a bag full of discarded manuscripts to be recycled.

So I just finished reading "The Mask" by Stanislaw Lem, which is in his collection entitled Mortal Engines and I was thoroughly haunted by it. (SPOILERS to follow) The story is about a robot built to assasinate an enemy to the crown. The robot is ensconced in the body of a woman, whose purpose is for the enemy to fall in love with. Prior to consummation of this passion, the robot frees itself from the fleshly disguise and, despite a rebellious disposition, is forced to run along with its programming to kill his target.

Random oscillations of sound waves

Recursive discursive meta-meditation. Blog culture. Oops, I didn’t get to it. Why won’t you listen to me?