Jungkook of BTS

I have no idea who Jungkook or BTS are. It’s either a cultural thing or an age thing. Probably both 🙂

This one I sorta get. Let it grow all the way out or shave it daily

I believe this old funny post is on point:

WARNING!!!
Don’t Shave That Hair!!!

I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can’t-Be-Flushed threshold.

was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. “Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don’t I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!” I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. “How many Indians could there be?” said by General Custer. “Looks like a good day for a drive!” by JFK. “There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!” by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: “It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks.”

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn’t enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn’t just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Friends, DON’T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!

Women celebs are human. Shocker…

Google’s time passed decades ago.

If Trump kills off the GOP, it will be the one good thing he will ever have done.

The GOP has been an immoral body of terrible people hell-bent on imposing hardship and suffering upon millions, fighting education, pushing magical thinking and generally keeping American society from evolving and adapting to modern times for many decades.

Somebody just discovered why older standalone games were better…

I don’t drive anymore. Problem solved 🙂

The bus’ maintenance is not my problem, and the over cost of a season pass compared to the TCO of a car is a bargain.

The ballroom will not add any protection to the orange utan: the White House correspondents’ dinner incident was not even close to be anything like a close call: the dude was stopped immediately and didn’t threaten anybody in any way whatsoever. Trump was quite safe.

All mechanics I know disconnect the onboard camera, which made me super-suspicious: if they have nothing to hide, why do they do that?

So I started taking a picture of the odometer whenever I drop off my key at any garage. And sure enough, a couple of times, I found they drove my minivan quite a lot more than a test drive would require. When I confronted them, they became agitated and combative.

In one instance, I actually deducted the cost of the fuel: they had driven the minivan almost 70 miles. They said I had to pay the repairs and I’m not leaving until the bill is paid in full, blah-blah-blah. So I asked them if they wanted me to call the cops and if they wanted their day in court. They relented, I paid the repairs minus the fuel and left. Needless to say, I never went back and reported them to the BBB.

We should make a RD community. I love it.

I’ll tell you one community we don’t have, that we desperately need, is a Brittas Empire community 🙂

Maybe it wants someone to drive a pitchfork through its belly, or get guillotined.

Big Tech has boundless imagination when it comes to invading your privacy and putting you under surveillance every which way. And they even managed to convince people to give them their hard-earned for the privilege!

People pay beaucoup bucks for smart nonsense like this idiotic toaster, and voluntarily turn themselves into the manufacturer’s true product. The dystopia that people have slowly accepted as their new normal over the past 30 years is nothing short of staggering.

“Self-modifying agentic system” sounds like just what I need to have a bad day - or start a career in marketing before the bubble bursts.

I normally never shame buyers of “smart” products that end up being bricked, stupid or invading their privacy, because it’s totally conceivable that they want advanced functions in a product that couldn’t be achieved in the past and are now made possible by tech and ubiquitous internet, but corrupted by surveillance capitalism and greedy monopolistic corporations.

But a toaster with a giant screen that needs an OTA firmware update? Really? Like… why? When was the last time you thought “I wish my toaster had a big screen and internet access…”

Personally, I’m waiting for Talkie Toaster.

Indeed.

I stated here that I did not believe this “shooting” was a false flag to justify cancelling or meddling with the midterms, because it was such a failure, and ultimately a nothingburger.

But the more I watch that dirtbag Lindsey Graham coming out with this idea of funding Trump’s ballroom with we-the-people’s money fully formed and reading to use within hours of the incident, the more I’m convinced that it was a show put up for exactly this purpose.

You don’t get to say what your money is spent on, and you don’t get to negotiate how much you want to contribute. That’s the power of taxation.

In theory, you can vote for someone who will choose to spend your hard-earned on something worthwhile. In practice, it’s an illusion. And pretty soon, Trump will try to dispense with the illusion altogether.

You didn’t really think Trump’s pet project was going to be privately funded, did you?

As always, it’s Trump’s vanity but it’s your money and your White House…

It’s not the same,

I agree that the whole world has always worked by people learning or imitating what others before them have done. In fact, it’s a key factor in human progress: people learn what others have done - more often than not, for free, with the originators of the ideas being copied receiving no money - and then improve on the things they learn. Standing on the shoulders of giants and all that.

But here’s why the human experience is not the same as AI:

Humans need a lot of time and effort to learn from others. Those others don’t get paid for the experience new generations “steal” from them, but they themselves “stole” their forebears’ experience. It’s an unending chain of “stealing”: nobody gets paid because everybody essentially pays it forward so-to-speak, by letting their own experience get pilfered to offset the pilfering they themselves did.

AI just takes the sum of human knowledge and spews it out without any effort, without injecting any improvement into the chain of experience and without giving away anything novel to the next generation. All it does is the pilfering but none of the pay-it-forward., and the only people who profit from AI are the AI companies and their Epstein-class billionaire CEOs. Everybody else - the users - get lazy, complacent and stop progressing.

The entire world, since AI was trained on massive amounts of existing code stolen from everyone everywhere. What AI is spitting out is somebody’s work that they weren’t paid for.

I doubt the 'Nusians are interested in yet another re-run of talking-monkeys-destroy-themselves.