For example, when paranoid crazy people talk about the secret courts that control the spy machines, they don’t provide links to wikipedia, but I do! This isn’t exactly related, but if you actually have decent security mindset then describing real attacks and defenses SOUNDS crazy to normies, and for PR purposes I’ve found that it is useful to embrace some of that, but disclaim some of it, in a mixture.
When I go out of the house without combed hair and earrings BY ACCIDENT, I eventually notice that I’m failing a grooming check, and fix it, avoiding a non-trivial diagnostic indicator for mood issues. If I fail more than one day in a row, it is time to eat an 8oz medium rare ribeye and go swing dancing.
(The above two are habits I installed for prosaic mental health reasons, that I want to persist deep into old age because I want them to be habitual and thus easy to deploy precisely in the sad situation when they might be needed.)
I was recently chatting with a friend about the right order in which to remove things from one’s emergency hedonic bucket list...
I would feel really really silly if all the self driving cars wake up one day and start running people over, and the surprise submarines pop up out of the water and release enough drones to kill everyone 10 times over, and I haven’t even tried cocaine ONCE.
The response was great!
You know that thing where the spies would supposedly carry cyanide pills in case they’re caught? Like that, but with coke :)
I’m thinking of adding that to me purse. And so long as I stay sane, then, assuming the Terminators murder me by a method that gives me enough time to realize what’s happening and react effectively, when the drone takes me out I will be well dressed, know what the date is, AND be high on cocaine! Lol!
Eating dinner with family is another valid way to go, if you have a few days or weeks of warning. Having such meals in advance and calling them Prepsgiving doesn’t seem crazy to me, for a variety of reasons.
Honestly though I expect the end to be more like what happens in Part 1 of Message Contains No Recognizable Symbols where almost literally no one on Earth notices what happened, probably including me, and so it won’t be dramatic at all… but I’ll still be dressed OK probably, and know what day it is, and go out with a feeling like “See! ASI didn’t even happen, and it was all a bunch of millennialist eschatology, like Global Warming, and Peak Oil and Y2K before that… and Killer Bees and Nuclear War and all those other things that seemed real but never caused me any personal harm”. But also… it will have been avoidable, and there is an OBJECTIVE sadness to that, even is I don’t predict a noticeable subjective reaction in timelines like that.
If you have a good plan for how [weeping like] that could help then I might be able to muster some tears? But I doubt it shows up as a step in winning plans.
Sanity has numerous indicators.
For example, when paranoid crazy people talk about the secret courts that control the spy machines, they don’t provide links to wikipedia, but I do! This isn’t exactly related, but if you actually have decent security mindset then describing real attacks and defenses SOUNDS crazy to normies, and for PR purposes I’ve found that it is useful to embrace some of that, but disclaim some of it, in a mixture.
I’m posting this on “Monday, December 8th” and I wrote that BEFORE looking it up to make sure I remembered it correctly and crazy people often aren’t oriented to time.
When I go out of the house without combed hair and earrings BY ACCIDENT, I eventually notice that I’m failing a grooming check, and fix it, avoiding a non-trivial diagnostic indicator for mood issues. If I fail more than one day in a row, it is time to eat an 8oz medium rare ribeye and go swing dancing.
(The above two are habits I installed for prosaic mental health reasons, that I want to persist deep into old age because I want them to be habitual and thus easy to deploy precisely in the sad situation when they might be needed.)
I was recently chatting with a friend about the right order in which to remove things from one’s emergency hedonic bucket list...
The response was great!
I’m thinking of adding that to me purse. And so long as I stay sane, then, assuming the Terminators murder me by a method that gives me enough time to realize what’s happening and react effectively, when the drone takes me out I will be well dressed, know what the date is, AND be high on cocaine! Lol!
Eating dinner with family is another valid way to go, if you have a few days or weeks of warning. Having such meals in advance and calling them Prepsgiving doesn’t seem crazy to me, for a variety of reasons.
Honestly though I expect the end to be more like what happens in Part 1 of Message Contains No Recognizable Symbols where almost literally no one on Earth notices what happened, probably including me, and so it won’t be dramatic at all… but I’ll still be dressed OK probably, and know what day it is, and go out with a feeling like “See! ASI didn’t even happen, and it was all a bunch of millennialist eschatology, like Global Warming, and Peak Oil and Y2K before that… and Killer Bees and Nuclear War and all those other things that seemed real but never caused me any personal harm”. But also… it will have been avoidable, and there is an OBJECTIVE sadness to that, even is I don’t predict a noticeable subjective reaction in timelines like that.
Ultimately, as I’ve said before: