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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Wednesday, 20-Dec-2023 12:20:10 JST 
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@Hyolobrika It doesn’t logically follow, I agree, but people all the time use the worst out-of-context misdeeds of the Israeli govt to smear Jews as a whole -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Wednesday, 20-Dec-2023 12:20:07 JST
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@Hyolobrika I make racist jokes, but I’m not racist. (Idc if people call me a racist, I know what I do or don’t believe.)
I believe the average Israeli citizen has no culpability for the actions of their government. If citizens are forced to serve in the army, they cease to become responsible for it.
I also believe that a group of people in a dangerous and desperate situation have a right to extraordinary measures for self-defense. It is hipocrisy to shame Israel’s actions when we (I hope) do not have rockets flying overhead.
Also, I just blocked adiz for his post upthread, as he requested. -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Wednesday, 20-Dec-2023 11:56:10 JST
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@Hyolobrika The one you posted, countingthekids.org It’s playing into hamas tactics -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Tuesday, 19-Dec-2023 11:01:36 JST
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@Hyolobrika @littlemiao this site is antisemitic though -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Thursday, 14-Dec-2023 03:06:55 JST
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@hidden Where do you think your hair goes after it’s cut? They tell you it’s going to “Locks of Love,” but if you weren’t brainwashed sheeple you’d all realize that the CIA has a voodoo doll of everyone who has ever cut their hair. Being unvaxxed and getting a haircut is like putting on a hat and walking into a snowstorm naked -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Thursday, 14-Dec-2023 03:06:55 JST
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@hidden haircuts are cranial circumcision. Boycott your local (((barber))) today! -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Thursday, 14-Dec-2023 03:06:53 JST
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@ceo_of_monoeye_dating @hidden can’t see the pic 😩 media server seems to be down... -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Thursday, 14-Dec-2023 03:06:52 JST
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@hidden @ceo_of_monoeye_dating I went off my wifi and now I can see it too. CMD, I recognize her from your other posts! It dismays me how many characters I recognize just from browsing fedi. And I don’t know anything of their stories, just things like sachiko’s real name is niggy and Konata the blue-haired girl is unfathomably racist -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Monday, 11-Dec-2023 06:21:45 JST
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@allison @Arcana @nyoom @lizzie @kaia @tiskaan @Moon @meso I have known about the Jewish problems for a long time, and I think about them often, as one of many examples of intellect set against sick bureaucratic cruelty which have shaped my worldview.
Tiskaan, go read the intro to Tanya's article and think about whether I sympathize with the Jewish students forced to do something 100x harder than they should have been given, and still *fucking* doing it, or the petty tyrants who believed in secrecy as a defense against human capability.
I do not believe that everything that doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but I cannot doubt that the brutality of Soviet times and the wastefulness of their economy were somehow related to the amazing thoughts and discoveries that were made by ordinary people despite the odds they faced.
Another fun story: https://mathoverflow.net/a/53245 -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Monday, 11-Dec-2023 05:51:26 JST
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@allison @Arcana @nyoom @lizzie @kaia @tiskaan @Moon @meso Very happy to see this posted. The soviets were cooking fr. I oppose all Western public schools but I have great respect for the pedagogical tradition of eastern europe -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Tuesday, 05-Dec-2023 04:31:44 JST
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@hidden @scathach
“what if two girls kissed?”
“haha faggot”
“what if a man turned his dick into a penis-balls&jelly sandwich and fed it to his dead dog?”
“holy shit you’re a piece of shit go kys”
wHy dO pEoPlE aLwAyS mAkE fUn oF mY QuEsTiOnS In tHe SaMe wAy??
Does she really think the two responses are equivalent? Did I fail to understand a post written by an alien posting from “Earth”? Do I need to retake Retard Reading Comprehension? -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Tuesday, 05-Dec-2023 04:26:58 JST
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@hidden Thunberg later issued a statement apologizing for her antisemitic remarks and condemning the Nazi atrocities committed during the holocaust, making reference to the dumping of “gas” into the atmosphere and the deforestation required to construct the necessary number of wooden doors. -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Tuesday, 05-Dec-2023 04:26:57 JST
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@hidden so somewhere between 1/4 to 1/2 of Aella’s followers deserve death as much as she does for making the post in the first place? The repeated obsession makes me think of Vaush and horse cock too -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Monday, 04-Dec-2023 03:05:28 JST
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@Leaflord @Griffith @Shlomo @sapphire Looks like the 20% number is coming from the first batch of administered vaccines, which was given out to the oldest and most high-risk people. I’m not saying the vaccines are harmless, but this guy is retarded for not controlling for selection bias, and I don’t doubt the raw numbers -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Thursday, 30-Nov-2023 12:12:32 JST
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@ceo_of_monoeye_dating @TURBORETARD9000 @sjw @p @jeffcliff I don't know anything specific to the EE job market, but here's what comes to mind in general:
Apply to masters/phd programs. Having no bachelor's degree will make your application nonstandard for sure, but if you apply to enough schools and maybe talk to some profs personally, I'd think you have a chance given what CMD said and what I see upthread.
Also apply for grants / fellowships so that you don't have to pay tuition. I'm not sure what's standard for the field - since EE is actually useful, fellowships should exist, but they may come from the govt or from individual school departments.
Academia is shit in many ways, but you do get access to lab resources and you aren't locked in to a phd because you usually have the option to "master out" in 1 or 2 years. Getting a masters in 1 or 2 years (basically just passing an exam or doing a small project) seems better than spending 4 years in a bachelor's program.
Alternatively, as CMD just mentioned, if you know anyone in the relevant industry who is willing to hire you to do any kind of work, that would probably be a better option. There must be ways to gain these connections, too, but I don't know enough about the industry to say. -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Thursday, 30-Nov-2023 06:00:46 JST
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---
"Onward," she whispered to her car as it took her down winding mountain roads and overgrown trails which matched the names she retained in her head. Suddenly it stopped at a T-junction which opened onto a well-paved highway, fenced in by evergreens and infrequent floodlights which struggled to pierce the fog.
The GPS couldn't - or wouldn't - recognize that street. She had no choice but to put her own hands on the wheel and follow the hundreds of remaining directions which stretched out her journey almost to sunrise.
At last she arrived at a small shop on a dry, sandy road, next to a low billboard that said "Wrench Wench." Was it really hers or a perfect imitation somewhere else? She asked her GPS but it refused to answer.
She heard a voice from inside:
"People who contribute to the economy don't ride bikes."
Lurking in the shadow by the doorway, she listened to the familiar confrontation and was passed by the pink-haired woman who stuck up her middle finger. Something about the woman's face was different, though, as if-
She stepped into the shop and it was empty.
The break room was exactly as she had left it.
The hidden elevator took her down to the basement where, in the kitchen, two plates and one small bowl had been automatically cleaned.
Embedded in the far wall was a door, uncharacteristically trimmed with rust, which she did not recognize.
"Open sesame," she subvocalized, and the door obeyed, revealing a short girl wearing denim overalls on which "Wrench Wench" could be seen in faint embroidery.
Stepping across the threshold, the girl's voice rang out clearly: "Braphog street."
The nighttime vigilante willed her combat q-module to come online, but it was silent. Gone.
"Rizzler road."
The wrench in her hand sputtered and sparked and suddenly fell lifeless. She stepped back and instinctively pressed the 'up' button on the elevator, but there was nothing there. She groped around at the cold plastic wall while the impostor girl kept speaking:
"Netorare highway. You really thought that those were real streets?"
Right before her targeting HUD dimmed to black, she managed to fling her dead wrench at the impostor who blocked it with her own.
"I guess it's not your fault. They were adversarial after all."
Seeing no way out, she sprinted forward, fists balled, trying to remember the combat training which she had long since delegated away from consciousness.
She feinted and landed a jab, slightly obliquely, before her arm was crushed by the impostor girl's powered-up wrench. She expected pain but there was none.
Her shattered forearm should have bled, but instead there snaked out wires and sparks and glowing bits of alien machinery. Her vision grew dim and pixelated.
"What the fuck did you do to me?" she screamed as she made one last desperate strike at the clone of herself who calmly brought the wrench down toward her neck.
"I learned how you learn."
The last thing she perceived was the dull resonance of metal-on-metal propagating from the top of her skull through her titanium-reinforced spine and echoing deep into the foundation of that underground bunker.
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The girl dusted off her overalls, powered down her wrench, and personally swept up the remaining pieces of cracked silicon and synthetic skin that littered the floor.
She sighed, went to the kitchen, and requested synthetic-tuna tartare, artificial ikura, and a *large* bowl of peas. They had gotten that wrong, at least.
It had been a long day.
Now cozy in bed, she swept out the holographic display just in time to see a cat in sunglasses and white gloved hands pop up on the screen.
"Hey babe," she said, "you'll never guess what happened."
"Oh? Do tell."
"The poisoning attack worked."
Hours later, in that ornate wooden house deep in the forest, the stetson-wearing man awoke with a splitting headache. Still chained, he stared at the ceiling and lost himself in visions of what was to come. In that hypnagogic reverie, minutes and hours and centuries blended together before a pair of delicate hands finally set him free.
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Thursday, 30-Nov-2023 06:00:46 JST
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"Coming!" yelled the mechanic to whoever had just rung her desk bell five times in a row. She dusted off her overalls, put on a practiced grin, and bounded over to the desk where a pink-haired woman in a shrimp hat looked very upset.
"Hi, welcome to Wrench Wench, what can I do for you today?"
"Ugh, some asshole clipped me and now my left pedal is all busted up." She set her helmet down and wheeled over a dented bike. "How soon can you fix it? I need it to get home."
"People who contribute to the economy don't ride bikes."
There was a chuckling from the shadow by the doorway.
"Excuse me, what? What are you attacking me for?"
"I'm attacking you for taking a bike to a car mechanic and for pretending to be a woman."
"You are the most socially inept TERF I've ever met. I bet you were homeschooled!" The pink-haired woman stuck up her middle finger and stormed out the door, passing the laughing shadow which resolved itself into a tall, dark man whose eyes remained obscure beneath a well-worn stetson.
"Way to tell that tranny off."
The mechanic indulged in a real smile now. "At least he was HSTS. There's a lot worse out there."
"You know about Blanchard?" He tilted his hat up, out of interest or respect, but the eyes remained unseen. "Then you surely understand that chemically-augmented crossdressing is a corrupting memeplex which reproduces exclusively along a feminine line, just like--"
"--the Jews," finished the mechanic. She twirled a wrench in amused boredom. "Jews are p sus, but trannies are susser."
"Listen," said the man, now leaning on the counter, "my truck is giving out from all the trips I gotta make these days, and I was hoping you could replace the brakes and check the engine."
"Sure thing! Shouldn't take-"
"-but also, when you get off work, how about I come pick you up and make you my radiator wife?" He scrawled out an invite code to a Rust server as the mechanic replied:
"Sus ngl. I'll meet you at yours instead."
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As the sun set over the small shop which stood alone along a dry, sandy road, the mechanic locked the front doors, checked the key drawer, and hopped into the break room where a hidden elevator took her down into an expansive basement filled with lights and machines and sleek metal surfaces.
With a snap of her fingers and a subvocalized command, the kitchen sprang to life and whipped together a beautifully plated synthetic-tuna tartare, artificial ikura, and (for old times' sake) a small bowl of fresh petite peas.
Ten minutes later, she was already changing into her outfit for the night: black gloves, a light suit made of adaptive polymer armor, a mask styled with wings and scales, and an energy weapon which looked, to her amusement, a little bit like a giant wrench.
After a long gaming session in her self-driving car, she arrived, finally, at the ornate wooden door of the transphobic nazi into whose truck she had earlier installed a tracking device.
Two shots rang out and struck the windshield. She sprinted out, rolled behind a tree, waited for one more shot to pass, then grappled and crashed through the second story window.
"Is this how you always start your dates?" she yelled, goading him into replying:
"Who the fuck are you??"
Her echolocation visor flashed her target's position on an HUD whose dim glow illuminated a sarcastic smile. "I'm your nemesis."
At his bedroom door she was accosted by one more bullet that punched hard against her absorptive suit and another that deflected itself off of her 'wrench' which hummed with power as she hurled it at the man's stetson-covered head.
He ducked and lunged and time slowed down as her combat q-module took control. Her conscious mind, now freed from its center, surveyed the dim room in which two people fought for their lives. In the corner: a desk, some papers, an encrypted address, a handwritten private key.
She wondered, for a moment, whether the decryption subroutine would finish before the fight did. The torrent of street names and compass directions which flooded into her mind almost overshadowed the moment of triumph as she regained awareness of her hand which now held her enemy's unconscious body.
She chained him to his own radiator, and left.
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Thursday, 30-Nov-2023 05:38:51 JST
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@nyoom @Ukko @hidden -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Wednesday, 29-Nov-2023 16:10:04 JST
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@MercurialBuilding @curry in that case sizeof(Fediverse) is the size of one estrogen pill ;) -
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mist (ai@cawfee.club)'s status on Wednesday, 29-Nov-2023 09:13:11 JST
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@hidden @animeirl Pictured: hidden's public school experience
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