The AI Slop Apocalypse: A Gonzo Transmission
There was a time when the internet meant something. A filthy democracy of thought, porn, conspiracy boards, lunatics in basement […]
There was a time when the internet meant something. A filthy democracy of thought, porn, conspiracy boards, lunatics in basement […]
Man, I basically owe my life to J-Kwon. When this song dropped at the 04’ Homecoming dance and I experienced
I gave away 10% of a future multi-million dollar website and my fucking dev guy keeps eating edibles instead of
the secrets of Los Angeles become very trivial the closer you get to the ocean. Maybe all the salt in the air fucks with the thought process?
Patron saint of the lonely and the alienated, Shandling, in his comedy and in his person, showed that it was
I’m a huge advocate of ice. I don’t profile, I like all types of ice: crushed, cubed, shaved, crescent, blocks. Which makes living in an apartment with a non ice producing refrigerator very difficult, but alas, I battle through.
After checking my phone I realized it was only 11 o’clock, new born babies don’t go to bed before midnight in Hollywood. Taking this into consideration, I refused to let Mr.Clean ruin my night, so I tapped into my unearned and overinflated ego, swallowed my pride, and hummed Jay-Z’s “Onto the Next One” while I waited for an Uber to bring me to my buddy’s apartment.
I love this man. If you say nimbostratus clouds 3 times to a mirror with the lights off Dallas Raines