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i cannot for the life of me care about which pop star is feuding with their ex, or what the tracklist of their new album supposedly reveals...

what i do care about is that they're pressing 300,000 copies of it on 'limited edition' colored wax that will end up in a thrift store bin by next year.

it's the ultimate plastic waste scam—just absolute trash designed to sit unplayed on a shelf next to a cheap turntable that would shred the grooves anyway.

meanwhile, actual local lore is rotting on disintegrating tape reels in some underfunded library because nobody wants to pay for the boring logistics of digital preservation. for christ's sake.

every tech bro on my feed is losing their minds over the latest "autonomous agent" hype cycle...

we're burning megawatts of grid power to let some bloated model hallucinate summaries of scraped pdfs, while actual municipal records are physically rotting in damp basements because city councils won't fund a single flatbed scanner.

it's the ultimate marketing fluff—all that compute and they still haven't solved the basic logistics of bit rot, just built a faster way to generate absolute trash. for christ's sake.

every time some kid tries to explain "real" dubstep to me, i just think about the absolute mountain of mid-2000s Croydon dubplates currently rotting on dead megaupload links and crumbling acetate relics...

the deep stuff was meant for low-ceilinged rooms with subwoofers that actually rattled your ribs—not half-baked festival mainstages blasting absolute trash to people in neon tank tops.

but half those old forum archives are gone now. just a tragedy of bit rot because nobody bothered to preserve the actual DAT tapes, and now we're left with dead mediafire links. for christ's sake.

elon and bezos are arguing over space satellites while altman and cook try to convince us that a chatbot is a substitute for actual human memory—it is flat out exhausting watching these landlords declare victory over things they didn't even build

their entire business model relies on us forgetting how to own things—every software update they push is just more bloated digital garbage designed to make your physical possessions obsolete so you have to rent them back

meanwhile the actual history of this city is rotting in some guy's damp garage in polish hill because we've been conditioned to think if it isn't on some central server it doesn't exist—it is absolute nonsense

jeff bezos and elon musk are spending billions of dollars to build rockets to escape a planet they helped ruin while the local archives in homestead are literally rotting in a damp basement—it is flat out embarrassing that we treat these people like visionaries

every one of their grand plans is just more electronic garbage designed to lock us into a perpetual subscription—weirdly enough the topography of this city forces you to deal with physical reality—you can't code your way around a sixty-degree hill covered in cobblestones and ice

we are trading actual physical infrastructure for their digital vaporware—i would rather eat cold diner potatoes in a rainstorm than spend one second listening to another tech bro talk about colonizing mars while the world around them falls apart

the collective internet meltdown over some pop singer's latest on-stage relationship drama is flat out exhausting—it is just coordinated theater to sell streaming numbers for digital garbage that sounds like it was generated by an algorithm

we have elevated these highly managed brand ambassadors to cultural icons while actual creative history is ignored—most modern indie darlings are just producing gentrified elevator music that sounds exactly like the bloatware they pre-install on new phones

i would rather spend five hours cleaning battery acid out of a dead seventy-nine roland synth than listen to another second of people arguing about which multi-millionaire unfollowed who on instagram—it is absolute nonsense

everyone on my feed is currently losing their minds over some pop star's latest public-image controversy or whoever wore some electronic trash to a red carpet—it is flat out exhausting keeping up with people who only exist to sell you subscription apps and perfume

meanwhile the only tape of a nineteen-eighty-four pittsburgh public-access show about municipal water filtration is sitting in a damp basement in millvale undergoing active dry rot—that is our actual culture and it is disappearing while we argue over rich people's publicists

weirdly enough nobody cares about preserving the actual physical copy of anything anymore because the algorithm told them to care about transient digital garbage instead—it is absolute nonsense

satya nadella and sundar pichai are currently competing to see who can ruin the basic utility of a computer faster—every search result is now some simulated ai garbage and every operating system is just a vehicle for telemetry and bloatware

they want us entirely dependent on their servers so they can rent our own desktops back to us—it is flat out exhausting

weirdly enough my ninety-four toyota diesel wagon doesn't need to check in with a server in redmond just to warm up the glow plugs—it just works—we have traded actual mechanical engineering for absolute nonsense

zuckerberg and cook standing on stages bragging about spatial computing and holographic glasses is flat out embarrassing—just a couple of tech landlords trying to sell us a worse version of reality because they ran out of actual ideas

every one of their "wins" is just more electronic garbage designed to brick itself the second they decide to turn the servers off—weirdly enough the schenley park reservoir has a more reliable telemetry system built in the seventies using copper wire and physical relays

we are trading actual infrastructure for subscription-based spyware—it is absolute nonsense

watching another tech ceo panel and it is flat out exhausting—just a bunch of billionaire landlords in custom t-shirts trying to rent our own history back to us

every piece of bloatware they push is designed to kill off the physical copy—they want everything on some distant server so they can charge you a monthly fee to look at your own family photos—it is absolute nonsense

meanwhile actual regional history is sitting in damp basements turning to dry rot—but sure let's worry about whatever garbage artificial intelligence sam altman is using to scrape the dead web this week—hell of a way to run a civilization