ESOTERIKOS DAIMONAS
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Where NTodd's thoughts come to die.
Monday, May 25, 2026
The Res Novae of Our Time
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"We must, then, avoid the 'Babel syndrome,' namely the idolatry of profit that sacrifices the weak, a uniformity that neutraliz...
Sunday, May 24, 2026
Like the Cosmos, I, Too, Am Finite but Unbounded
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Whatever am I talking about? PS - Full episode .
And here are your stars which appear still keen on shining as though you had never been.
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Song of Welcome : Here’s your mom, here’s your dad. Welcome to being their flesh and blood. Why do you look so sad? Here’s your food, here’s...
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🚨Claude is telling users to go to sleep mid-session, and nobody, including Anthropic, seems to fully understand why it keeps doing it. — Ha...
Oh Well, We’ll Know Better Next Time
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[T]here is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. - Hamlet Ian Bogost has some good thoughts it in Why College Students Are ...
When I Get Older, Losing My Hair
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what a wonderful world. https://t.co/isgV5dLmH1 — NTodd - Antifa IT Support 🇺🇦🐸 (@ntoddpax) May 23, 2026 First, I just wanna make note o...
Saturday, May 23, 2026
Overbearing and Perhaps Even Irrelevant
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Happy Shining Premiere Day to all who celebrate !
Crepuscular
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Let Evening Come : Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the c...
We’re Going to Put a Happy Little Bush Right Down over Here in the Corner There and That’ll Just Be Our Little Secret
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Bob Ross specifically made his work accessible for people to begin creating art by demonstrating techniques and tools that were simple to bu...
Friday, May 22, 2026
Ladies and Gentlemen, You Can’t Dance in Here! This Is the War Room!
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Well, maybe in Drunky McSecdef's war room you can.
What I’m Doing at Work, Actually
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We're Building the Ship as We Sail It : The first fear being drowning, the ship's first shape was a raft, which was hard to unflatte...
Thursday, May 21, 2026
This is it, the apocalypse
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One of Lou's greatest roles .
I’m Waking up to Ash and Dust
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Ode on Solitude : Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, ...
#throwbackthursday
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Bubsy eleven years ago.
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