Daft Fish

Behind The Times I was conversing with a very good friend of mine whose progressiveness I severely underestimated.  We spoke about venereal diseases and how rolling the sex dice could spell life-long trouble for the unlucky. At the time, I'd gotten the clap, and I went on a

Bent Receptors You know someone's social cue receptors are cooked when you absolutely can't think of anything to say or do to get them to stop talking.  Generous Donation The brains of those who fail to notice the complete disinterest others have in topics they have

➡️Post intended to be read sequentially. Click here for part one. It is court hearing day. You stand falsely accused of reciprocal infidelity, and pinning it down on AI hallucinations makes for a laughable alibi at best.  A few months go by, and the verdict is finally out: family law

It’s the year 2035. Brain-atrophying tech (Gen AI) has found its way into every corner of life as we know it, from media generation, journalism, and coding to answering emails, itinerary planning, and even setting parental and governmental guidelines.  The dead Internet theory is now a reality that you

I work with a company that graciously pays for all employee lunches. The company contracts a vendor — who would want to deal with such a logistical nightmare, right? — that collects meals selected by its ungrateful workforce from a range of restaurants on rotation.  While having lunch today, I overheard a

It’s the year 2025, and the need for a reflection addiction rehabilitation center is more dire than ever—for recovering dope fiends, at least. You are unemployed. You wake up to a message on LinkedIn, and there’s also that long voice note your mom sent you. Your survival

LinkedIn has got to have the highest concentration of self-flattery, narcissism, virtue signaling, and the lengthiest array of undiagnosed mental conditions that materialize in the form of vomit-inducing posts.  Everyone on LinkedIn has burning takeaways that must be shared with the rest of humanity at any cost. The problem is,

I was on the way home when a stalking chugger approached me for “two minutes” of my time. Seconds of indecision later, I learned that he represented a cancer charity. I thought that was an easy one to duck, for I do what I can to support the cause but

What is the difference between meetings and lunch breaks? To some, it is one and the same. Let me tell you what the last thing I want to talk about during the one-hour break I have at a nine-to-five is: you guessed it, dumbass, work! This is when I get

Home labs are both a source of happiness and bone-shattering exasperation. Why do we do this to ourselves, especially those of us who do this shit for a living? Haven’t we had enough during the day? If so, why have we come back for a second round of battering?