Screwtape’s Guide to Conditional Repentance
Bureaucratic Satire In this tongue-in-cheek dispatch from the Lowerarchy, Screwtape offers Wormwood a masterclass in managing repentance, rationalizing pride, and keeping spiritual introspection safely inert....
Diary of a Sentient Jukebox
Emotional Firmware Somewhere between nostalgia and corrupted memory, a jukebox begins to think. This post is its diary—looping through longing, remixing regret, and humming softly...
Whisper AI That Listens Too Well
Surveillance Intimacy Whisper AI doesn’t just transcribe your words—it listens for your hesitations, sighs, emotional leakage. Even the toaster knows when you are lying. Privacy...
The Algorithm Was Just a Moisturizer All Along
Satirical Exposé For years, we believed the algorithm was a cold, calculating entity — a machine-learning monolith trained on our clicks, our cravings, and our...
The Internet: A Cosmetic Conspiracy
Satirical Exposé Beneath luxury spas, where mascara meets microchip and blush runs on blockchain, the cosmetics industry accidentally reverse-engineered the Internet, faith-healing enzymes, and time...
Heartbreak Hotel by Elvis Presley (in Java)
Programming Humor & Digital Melancholy Elvis logged in, the stack trace cried. Welcome to Heartbreak Hotel — now running on Java 1.8 with unresolved dependencies...
What Do You Know About A Single Drop Of Rain?
Today’s forecast: 80% chance of mock equations, scattered metaphysics, and light showers of observational satire. This post wanders the borderlands of poetic science and quantum...
Existentialism with a Side of Whiskers
Mindful Moments & Musical Reflection Bobby Darin sings, the chocolate melts, and the cat reprograms your homepage. This post lingers in the soft collisions of...
Hacking Your Past
Nostalgic Code of Emotional Playback This blog entry reverse-engineers your emotional soundtrack using flotsam, firmware, and a Ouija board with a flair for mixtapes. It’s...
Many Types of Silence
Silent Noise Silence isn’t empty. It’s curated. It arrives in flavors—some bitter, some brave, some shaped like toast. I’ve heard silences that thunder, and silences...