Hilarious. By the window, you look like a giant centipede 😂 Isn’t it funny that the main archeologist’s name was Klaus Schmidt and now Klaus WEF mingles in there 😁 That’s some psyop right there. I
Centipede, perfect. I was trying for dignity and gravitas, like these white panels they seem to set up behind important people when they utter their utterances. But I realized the insectile potential right away. Thanks for noticing. Yes, I did get super confused at the Klaus moment, because I thought the name Klaus had a jolly sort of St. Nick goofiness, and then there were two of them in the world. Unless it’s the same guy working both sides of the street. I always want to say “Klaus but no cigar” but I haven’t thought of a joke for the phrase yet. As for you as a reader, of course someone who reads me as assiduously as you have is going to be a non-native speaker of English who speaks English as her other first language. Meanwhile the Americans quail at the first pun. At that “I can do no other” article of mine I just put this: “A Polish woman named Marta led me back here after a couple of months and I can see how badly I failed at my plan to keep quiet. Sigh. I'm having fun anyway.” How I visualize you is you’re standing on your hands, no, your hand, and you’re kneading sourdough with the other hand and maybe with your foot you’re doing art while reading difficult Substacks.
Those billionaires are always covering stuff up and hoarding stuff for themselves to keep it away from the rest of the human-adjacent. I accidentally uncovered the Substack of that guy who set himself on fire in front of a courthouse. The comments and like button are disabled. I think I'll look up Salman Rushdie's stack next just for kicks.
WELL this is certainly a first-class art work. It receives the coveted "Jacob" award awarded to subscribers to "jacob's Newsletter" every twenty years.
Hilarious. By the window, you look like a giant centipede 😂 Isn’t it funny that the main archeologist’s name was Klaus Schmidt and now Klaus WEF mingles in there 😁 That’s some psyop right there. I
Centipede, perfect. I was trying for dignity and gravitas, like these white panels they seem to set up behind important people when they utter their utterances. But I realized the insectile potential right away. Thanks for noticing. Yes, I did get super confused at the Klaus moment, because I thought the name Klaus had a jolly sort of St. Nick goofiness, and then there were two of them in the world. Unless it’s the same guy working both sides of the street. I always want to say “Klaus but no cigar” but I haven’t thought of a joke for the phrase yet. As for you as a reader, of course someone who reads me as assiduously as you have is going to be a non-native speaker of English who speaks English as her other first language. Meanwhile the Americans quail at the first pun. At that “I can do no other” article of mine I just put this: “A Polish woman named Marta led me back here after a couple of months and I can see how badly I failed at my plan to keep quiet. Sigh. I'm having fun anyway.” How I visualize you is you’re standing on your hands, no, your hand, and you’re kneading sourdough with the other hand and maybe with your foot you’re doing art while reading difficult Substacks.
Those billionaires are always covering stuff up and hoarding stuff for themselves to keep it away from the rest of the human-adjacent. I accidentally uncovered the Substack of that guy who set himself on fire in front of a courthouse. The comments and like button are disabled. I think I'll look up Salman Rushdie's stack next just for kicks.
WELL this is certainly a first-class art work. It receives the coveted "Jacob" award awarded to subscribers to "jacob's Newsletter" every twenty years.