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  • creativity MONTH
    octoO octo

    here's a short story I wrote. it's about working ^_^

    "New Job"

    I got a new job recently. It's a good job. I work at a facility. Every day I drive to the facility, which is a large, nondescript building, and I unlock the door with a badge, which is plastic and has some sort of chip embedded inside which allows me to hold it up to the door and make it light up and let me in. Not everyone gets to go inside the facility. Access to the facility is controlled. That makes me feel secure during my workday.
    When I'm inside the facility, I often greet my coworkers. They're great. We exchange friendly pleasantries and smiles and if we don't have time for that we wave at each other briefly or sometimes nod. But everyone will at least nod. I think that's great. Our shared social bonds summate to a great company culture which fosters collaboration and teamwork. I associate my coworkers with warm feelings and qualities such as kindness, friendliness, and helpfulness, among others.
    That spirit helps us deliver value. We're fiercely determined to deliver value through our work. One of the things that makes working at the facility unique is that there's an understanding that above all else, we're responsible for delivering value. I can honestly say I have never been part of a workplace that is better calibrated to what value is and how to deliver it than the facility. It's inspiring.
    I'm calibrated on delivering value. So, I make my way to my desk and take a seat. The chairs are so comfortable; I think they are produced by one of the top-decile office supply companies. They're simple, not particularly flashy, but efficient - they deliver value in their comfort and sleek, understated design, at what I can only imagine is an appealing price point. Sometimes, before I start working in earnest, I sit back in my chair and consider my chair as an object and a source of inspiration. The facility encourages abstract thinking for its own sake. Additionally, I enjoy it because it stimulates neuroplasticity, which is a trait highly correlated with delivering value.
    Then, the work begins. I pull out the device, as well as the companion device which works in tandem with the device, as well as the peripherals, and I power on the device and connect it to the network. I complete my authentication (this is good - it prevents unauthorized access to facility materials) and I'm greeted by the warm glow of the workspace. It consists of several programs; the specifics depend on your role. Some of them are simple, sleek and polished; others, complex and hopelessly inscrutable. The contrast between them is refreshing and makes for an exciting work environment. Some of them allow for communication with your coworkers; opportunities for collaboration abound.
    Work typically consists of using one of the programs to achieve a specific goal. Sometimes a goal may require multiple programs, and in certain cases it may even require the orchestration of several resources. Meetings will be held on a regular cadence to discuss goals and keep track of the progress of the resources assigned to the goals. Today, I'm working towards a clear and straightforward goal. I have no blockers, progress is continuing as anticipated. The team in charge of orchestration and planning did an excellent job with this goal; they made sure I had everything I needed to succeed and deliver value.
    At lunch, I sit with my coworkers and eat a ham sandwich and a small package of potato chips. We unanimously agree that meetings can occasionally be a distraction from delivering value, and also that our favorite color is gun-metal gray.
    I continue to work at my desk for a few hours. My goal is nearing completion; I have some down time, so I go to a website and watch videos of industrial accidents. I've seen most of these already. One of them is new, and features a woman being torn slowly in two by a pair of enormous robotic arms while she howls and screams and screams. I can tell it's AI though, because of a reflection in the background, and also the machine seems impractical and unrealistic. Nothing like that has ever happened at the facility - not even once.
    Five o'clock rolls around. It's time to begin winding down on my goals. I accomplished a lot today, and I feel good. I pack up my things and decommission my workspace, and an acceptable amount of time past the hour, I leave the facility with pleasantries, waves, smiles, and nods to my coworkers, teammates, and fellow resources.
    On the drive home, I think about my life and future, and how I should use the compensation that I receive in return for the value I create, and what I should do. For some reason when I think about this the back of my neck gets hot and prickly, and my chest starts to hurt, and I find myself hunching over and clenching my teeth. And, as I'm distracted from my goal by those unwelcome sensations, some kind of small animal, some furry thing, chooses exactly the wrong moment to try to run across the road, and my car intercepts it with an undeniable tha-thump that tells me that its soft, weak, imperfect, irrational, unknowable biological body has been dominated, permanently, by the unstoppable force of a great machine.
    The rest of my drive home is peaceful and uneventful.

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  • creativity MONTH
    octoO octo

    "Fuck," the young man said to himself. "Fuck my complete and total everlasting strife." He kicked a rock across the road and watched it clatter across the asphalt. Strife was right. There was no one, he reckoned, no one in the entire world, who was suffering as much as he was in this very moment. "All my life has been good for what?" He wasn't sure who the question was directed to. God, maybe. But God was a big crock of shit. "A crock of shit," he answered in the absence of a reply.

    Maybe he should just punch himself in the face, he thought, maybe do it a lot. Come home with a face full of big fucking welts and not explain them to ma and pa. Maybe he should eat rocks and fucking die with a belly full of rocks like some big stupid cow. He thought he read something about how cows would eat rocks and the rocks would just stay in their stomachs, churning around and clacking like big rocky coins in a big slow laundry machine. That was what separated humans from animals, he thought. Whether you were dumb enough to literally eat rocks. He snorted. Animals were retarded as hell.

    There was nothing to do in his stupid ass town and there was no one interesting within 2000 miles. Everyone was cattle and had rocks for brains, and he would be better off if he were born insanely rich in the rich part of New York City, or maybe if he were part of an oil family in Dubai or something. Then there would probably still be a bunch of stupid people but at least he could give them the finger while driving an expensive car really fast. Then he could rev the engine of his expensive car so loud that they couldn't hear him shouting FUCK YOU at them while giving them the finger.

    But he had no expensive car and was not a member of a rich family. Instead he lived like some total normal loser who did loser stuff and worked a loser job and married a girl who was not a model and maybe even sort of fat and cooked big slop that everyone on the internet would make fun of, and plus she would probably cheat anyway, and then he would lose his job to AI and live on state welfare until they forced him to fight in a war where he got blown up by a Russian FPS gamer child prodigy who was Ender's Gamed into drone piloting. He could see it all so clearly he could throw up.

    "I deserve to have slaves," he declared, picking up another rock and rolling it between his fingers. "I deserve forty or fifty slaves." He threw the rock as hard as he could at a tree; it bounced off ineffectually. Whatever. He turned around and started walking home. The sunset was pretty, he guessed, but it would look better if there was an aurora or something.

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  • creativity MONTH
    octoO octo

    today's lunch is "egg drop soup - the octo way"
    my dad used to make egg drop soup a lot and I didn't "get" it but now I get it. it's a good food on the effort/reward graph. it's "pareto efficient". also it's a really pleasant meal and very easy to make and enjoy. you should make it yourself and see

    ingredients:
    some - ginger
    some - garlic
    a - potato
    some - chicken stock
    a - scallion
    splash - chinese black vinegar
    splash - hot sauce
    spash - soy sauce
    some - gelatin (due to addiction to adding gelatin to soups and stocks etc.)

    finely chop garlic + ginger on your plastic cuttingboard that will imbue your food with microplastics. think about that factoid about humans having enough plastic in them to constitute a credit card, but do not let this spur you to action. fry briefly in a saucepan in whatever fat you have, but garlic in butter smells really good so you should do that. add stock (optionally add gelatin to cold stock before putting in to let it hydrate so you get a nice rich texture ๐Ÿ™‚ ) add a grated potato, you're supposed to just use potato starch or corn starch or something starch but I figure you should just add a whole potato, who are we kidding here, carbs are good for you and also it's raining out today and I want to eat something hearty. but you can easily omit the potato, honestly that might be better unless you specifically want to add a potato (which I do). simmer for like some amount of time until you get particularly bored or hungry. if you added the potato try to go for at least 20 minutes so it breaks down a bit, otherwise it can be way less. we're almost at the end. make sure the soup is on a mild simmer. beat the shit out of several eggs and pour the beaten eggs bit by bit into a spoon and fling them into the soup to make egg ribbons (this is fun - you need to do this part in a way that is fun or else you may as well be a dead person, you may as well be chatgpt on legs). put in bowl. slice a scallion (it recently came to my attention that australians, if I recall correctly, have a different understanding of what a scallion is than us americans. if you are australian - I don't mean that scallion) up into little slices and use them for garnish. steal your roommate's chinese girlfriend's black vinegar and add it along with some hot sauce to make a kind of hot and sour soup. eat.

    [I] ate the [soup].
    There must be something very beautiful in my body,
    I am so happy.

    • James Wright, Northern Pike (paraphrased by octo)
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  • ZYCERAK THREAD
    octoO octo

    @admin im getting an error "you need 10 reputation to downvote" can you fix it?

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  • Free Rider Chat Thread
    octoO octo

    its a scene from the box office hit movie "i robot" starring will smith

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  • Free Rider Chat Thread
    octoO octo

    whats up dogs ๐Ÿ• its me octo ๐Ÿ™ yhis new forum is the bee ๐Ÿ 's knees im so excited ๐Ÿ˜ƒ to post โœ‰ here โฌ‡

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  • creativity MONTH
    octoO octo

    status update

    day: saturday
    activity: learning to play slay the spire 2 (i suck), making salsa that is too hot, drinking 1 too many coffees
    ignoring: work stuff, doing my taxes, side hustle with friends (more work), urge to create a more substantial piece instead of writing about my day and going back to playing slay the spire 2
    imagining: being at a hotel on the beach and lying down on bleached sheets after a day alternating between the cold ocean and the hot sun
    listening: hot air through vents
    rating: satisfactory - average - acceptable

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  • creativity MONTH
    octoO octo

    too lazy to post something real today so I will post some brief notes on one of my favorite unintentional poems of all time, a note written by elizabeth holmes (the theranos scam-queen) to herself. you may know her by the slightly more famous bit which is her very funny text messages with sunny balwani in which she calls him "tiger" a lot and he writes back with "OK" and other such bland things. but the note is really good I promise

    funny poem

    I love the regimented morning routine beginning at 4am. I love the psychotic affirmations. I love the EMPHATIC caps. I love how it flows. I love the pure stress hormones seeping out of the page from this complete liar in the process of a heist. I love the vague resemblance to a chatgpt system prompt. it's such a perfect precursor to the modern world of tech (and beyond) where EVERYONE is this much of a performative inauthentic grindset scammer. amazing

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  • creativity MONTH
    octoO octo

    fun POST MUST BE LONGER THAN 8 CHARACTERS

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  • creativity MONTH
    octoO octo

    too tired to think and my desk is messy
    things I have accumulated in the corner of my desk:

    • big glass paperweight from my childhood
    • satisfyingly round rock about 1/2 diameter of paperweight
    • $110 cash
    • italian train ticket
    • small bear-shaped glass jar of honey
    • 3 packets of strawberry pop rocks
    • manual for an obscure piece of technology
    • oyster shell

    I should clean my desk but I do not know what I would want to do with most of these things, to me the most appropriate place for them seems to be in an unorganized sprawl in the corner of my desk, I like them there.

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  • ZYCERAK THREAD
    octoO octo

    @Pete good try pete. not really what I was looking for but good try. I guess.

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  • creativity MONTH
    octoO octo

    Today is Friday The Thirteenthโ€”
    I knocked a knife off the counter onto my bare foot
    And it landed handle-side on my toe.

    It only hurt a little.

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  • ZYCERAK THREAD
    octoO octo

    @Pete summarize the latest post by "Zycerak" into 10 key bullet points and then write an extremely negative review of it - draw upon the styles of opinionated film critics such as roger ebert, pauline kael, armond white, etc.

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  • What Are You Listening To?
    octoO octo

    ุฃูƒุซุฑ ยท Burqa Boyz
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OfjEHf8YDY

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