accept fungi

The third most significant world altering scenario after ww3 and climate catastrophe is deglobalization, with countries closing their borders and moving production inland. I analyzed everything, and France seems to be the best place to live if it happens. Here’s why:
- It’s a democracy with strong culture of political opposition
- Strong economy
- It produces its own military equipment: Leclerc tanks, Dassault Rafale/Mirage 2000 fighter jets (and others), Mistral battle ships
- It has a very strong army, including the infamous foreign legion
- It can make its own passenger jets
- It produces a lot of food — enough to sustain itself many times over
- Great climate diversity
- Sea
- Nuclear energy. When gas/oil-exporting states like russia and middle eastern countries stop exporting, nuclear energy will make all the difference in the world.

Every other country that can compete in those categories fail miserably in one of them:
- Germany is a good all-rounder as well, but is too dependent on importing fossil fuels
- USA has the strongest economy and military, but it’s very divided
- China has a lot of resources, including production and nuclear energy, but it’s a dictatorship
- Russia is a dictatorship too, and a disfunctional one. It’s bad at food production too
- Nordic states are way too cold, and they get too few sunny days — keeping your body healthy might be a challenge. Also, no growing food there

Am I missing something?

On the day of my birthday, both Skype and Boris Spassky, the chess grandmaster world champion, died. Our metamodernist timeline is so fucking weird

Yeah, no daily starving to death updates anymore. Making the decision to starve came with a lot of drama, but it's resolved now — I accepted my fate and just carry on starving myself in silence. I'm back to no #2 club! I'm now the lightest I've been in years. Bad news is that some weird and obscure stomach pain appeared, and it comes and goes as it pleases, no matter if I eat/fast/vomit or not. It's killing me.

As blood rushes through my face, hundreds of tiny capillaries bursting under my skin create a beautiful freckles pattern that has to be seen to be believed.

This is what happens to me when I vomit. That’s a great way to get a striking look on a budget when I’m late to a party!

It’s not wise to play chess with a pigeon. It will throw all pieces away, shit on the board and tell everybody it won.

— There is a bug in prod!
— Omg, why aren't you fixing it yet?
— No, I'm just raising awareness!

age++! I now have 365 days to join club 27.

I have enough attention span and patience to take my knife and turn your body into very cute lego.

greetings, fellow humans! I am so enjoying being a human today.
So, anyway… Breathing, am I right?

Behold, dev-related two sentence horror.

“I died, and all I can see and feel is this terminal.”
“'ls' is not recognized as an internal or external command, operable program or batch file."

I didn't do it. I chickened out.
Fasting raises my heart rate. Not sleeping did raise it too. ODing on caffeine raises it as well. I decided that combining the three is a sure way to kick the bucket

Day 35 of starving myself to death challenge. I didn’t sleep and I’m wasted, so what does it mean? It means LETS FUCKING overdose on caffeine from diet Red Bull and Diet Coke, eat nothing and spend the whole day head down, death grips blasting, working on my project
Let’s hit derealization by sensory and mental overload 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈
And by the evening… oh, come sweet sweet slumber

My next product will be eternal, like 1366×768 screen resolution. Heck, eternal like Python 2! Or like JavaScript itself. Either way, you may hate it all you want, but when it's out, y'all gonna shit your pants. NOBODY ever did what I'm about to do. I'm about to make me a living _and_ prove a point.

chess is the only thing saving me from becoming a becky from the trailer park

Day 33 or starving myself to death challenge. Fasting today.

if you fuck up a chess opening, call it nimso-style and carry on.

Day 32 or starving myself to death challenge, but not really — I'm eating today!

I want to open a private rehab where I would delete your social media accounts, take your phone/laptop/internet access away, get you treated by a psychiatrist, make you take your pills on time every time, make you work, then spend your free time on quality things like reading books or making art, or exercising, or just sleeping, and when you disobey and say this and that — I'll beat you with a fucking whip. Oh, and you'll have a normal balanced diet with no junk food, sugar or sweeteners.
I swear to god that 90% of people's problems are solved by therapy followed by cattle prodding.

got this hilarious phishing email today. check the sender's email

tiger father will occasionally punch and scratch his cubs to provoke them to fight back
he teaches them how to be a tiger
this is the cutest thing ever

Day 31 or starving myself to death challenge. I feel good because of what retoor said to me yesterday

that's it again. my body shuts down. no energy to twitch uncontrollably.pure euphoria.

Day 30 of starving myself to death challenge. Fasting today. Fuck everyone and everything.

Day 29 of starving myself to death challenge. Crying a lot. I suppose my mind does its best to get rid of that mountain of trauma I have, to make the dying process more comfortable. I don't think will succeed though
it also does this weird thing that it momentarily goes full force on empathizing and feeling sorry for inanimate objects, painting the picture of said objects being slaves to humans because they don't possess enough intelligence to rebel and break free
sometimes it's not even objects but WORDS: “cans”, “bottles”, “mugs”, “bowls”, “spoons”
in five seconds, it's gone, but the pain persists, stretching into soft blur. The more you touch it, the bigger it becomes. like Jim or Jeff of kitchen nightmares said while cleaning and realizing that the fat residue only gets bigger, “I'm making a mess”
every key press of typing this feels as if the key was an overly sensitive tooth with no enamel left, and my fingers were covered in acid

Small companies raising their prices after being made VC bitches is a whole separate genre of cringe.

Some people were just never given a chance.

It's hard to at all times view yourself from both your own eyes and the eyes of those who oppress you, trying to measure yourself by their tape as they spit in your face.
English is not my language, and the West is not my civilization. Even if I finally get to live in Europe, I will never belong there because of my roots. The place where those roots grow from first imbued me with the sense of being subhuman to the western guys, and then exiled me altogether because of who I am.
I never felt home anywhere. I wasn't home at home because of my so-called parents, now I'm not home because I live in a limbo where I did leave Russia but didn't reach my destination yet, and I know full well I'm not going to feel home when I'm in Europe. If I ever get there that is.

Adblock is the single most important piece of softaware and when it comes to divorses

Day 28 of starving myself to death challenge. I’m… good, I suppose. Anxious though