And then Joan Mastodon told her knights to rest. We have slain the searchers and the scrapers, she said, we have liberated the hashtags. The great Algo has retreated. Rest now. And then toot, toot about nothing and everything, irreverent and free as only my knights can be. And the knights raised their goblets and cheered their Lady Joan, and they rested, and when they had rested the Great Tooting began for twenty days and twenty nights.
A small intro: I’m someone of no importance. I’m not frightened of dying. What scares me is NOT dying. Survived cancer and various other things/people that have tried to kill me. If it ain’t Pompey, politics or nonsense I ain’t interested Dum vivimus, vivamus
I AM LRRR, FUTURE CONQUEROR OF YOUR PLANET. STRANDED IN AMERICA SINCE 2023. OMICRON MALE. KEYNOTE SPEAKER. PUBLIC INTELLECTUAL. HE/HIM. TRAHR. BLM. HEEL. BELOVED MICRO-CELEBRITY. CONNECTIONS TO FUTURAMA CANON ARE TENUOUS AT BEST. I DO ALL-CAPS AND CARTOON VIOLENCE AND YOU CANNOT CHANGE ME. I AM UNHINGED.
NOT AN OFFICIAL ACCOUNT FOR ANYTHING. DON'T LISTEN TO ME.
TOOTS POSTED BY MY HUMAN GHOSTWRITER AGAINST HIS WILL.
I'M LIKE IF CALVIN'S DAD HAD A BLOODTHIRSTY IMAGINARY ALIEN MONSTER HOBBES.
Retired mainframe storage manager, channel Marvin the Paranoid android, like cats, tech, open world games,nature.
Very amateur scientist /astronomer / climatologist. Wide musical tastes, scouse sense of humour. Absolutely no time for “alternative” facts. Nullifidian
Blippy, a suspiciously majestic Sea Slug of some sort, was found in a Nuclear/Biological waste disposal facility near Oldenburg, Germany sometime in 1959.