Typing into a little box and quietly erasing it all just doesn't scratch that same itch, y'know?

Dogs especially have an insane superpower of a nose, they surely smell the fear and even just regular body odour of all the previous animals who've come through there in the last week. I don't know if the cleaning protocol of even the most fastidiously-hygienic clinics could get rid of that 'doggy Holocaust train' smell. It puts me in mind of my own struggles with autistic sensory overload. It must be the equivalent of someone like me being walked through a door and out onto the stage at Wembley Stadium without anyone telling me what was about to happen. At least in my case, I'd see the crowd, whereas the dog only smells the ghosts of animals past and has to imagine what might have caused their pheromone bukakke.

The same goes for the vet/groomer themselves; they surely emit the screaming echos of slaughterhouse stank like a pealing church bell every second of the day. They are absorbing pure animal terror into their clothes and onto their skin like an adrenochrome-fiending Clinton.

My school used to have 600 people. 1000 is a huge crowd and it can easily be many times more than that. If it was like 300 years ago, then how would you even get 100 people to hear what you have to say?

Imagine walking onto a stage, in front of a thousand people, and just saying a random thing in the microphone, that you just thought of while stoned and then simply leaving. Alternatively, you could stay by the door and start arguing with the audience members as they're leaving like I'm now probably going to do.

I had the thought that the only way to really fight against large corporations and billionaires is to compete against them. Start your own business. Amazon relies on third-party sellers more than anything in their business. So start a business and sell your items there. Don't have anything to sell? People are a creative bunch, make something. Find a local producer of something and make a partnership to sell on an independent web site.

Title. It occurred to me that despite not wanting to support musk or some other American businesses because of their recent change in policies, I'm still holding a stake in those companies.

I was watching the documentary "Buy Now! The Shopping Conspiracy" on Netflix and heard this comment when discussing waste generated from consumerism.

It made me realize, yes we don't throw garbage "away" because away doesn't exist ... we just pass it on for someone else to deal with. Sometimes that next person might not deal with it right away but eventually someone has to deal with it.

It's just a handy place to put my phone down for a second. Or stash a pen or a credit card.

If I owned a Tesla right now, I'd be in a bad situation. I sure as hell no longer want to be seen in one. The market for them has crashed, and nobody wants to buy one used. If I could afford a Tesla, I'd surely have insurance... I'd be rooting for somebody to set that shit on fire

By top gear ending, I mean the removal of Clarkson, Hammond and May. In 2015 they were fired and everything went to shit starting with brexit the following year.

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I just saw some joke/post about flat earthers menacing badly behaving people with taking them over the edge. But what if this was actually really fun? Essentially you'd be in freefall without having to use a rocket to go to space! You could also throw yourself out with everything that is needed to build a civilisation in space and live your fullest science fiction dreams without the hardships of actually reaching space.

This is ofc a big thought experiment based on the earth being flat, and there are many variables that can make the experience of jumping over the edge more or less fun. Maybe hitting the surface of the first turtle would hurt ("turtles all the way down" hypothesis), but then... maybe pating the cosmic turtle on the head is very fullfulling.