kasran, fourier transfemme @typhlosion@awoo.space

see you, space bopboy...

cowbee boybop

it's kind of funny that the only time parasocial relationships really get a specific reaction out of me is when i feel bad for not liking someone's work

it makes me sad because her production chops are legit and i love her instrumental music but when she sings i just. behh

am i the only one who bounces hard off of patricia taxxon's singing voice

yeah you could only do one season of it but it'd be so cool as a deconstruction of the format

i want to make a reality tv show that's framed as a competition, artists compete to make the best whatever art, but at the end it's revealed that there wasn't any competition at all and everyone gets an equal share of prize money and all the art goes up in a cool gallery

"bless the coming and going of him" is just a way to cope with getting dicked-n-dashed by the shai-hulud

making someone sit through a two hour sprint planning meeting when they don't even have access to the code base yet should be a fucking crime

fuck you *reconstructs your club music*

fish do not fear me. fear implies a solution. they simply gaze upon me in placid acceptance, for to them i am as vast and inevitable as the setting sun. women want me, but again, much like the sunset, they know i cannot be obtained, only admired from mortal distance

puzzle game with shapes that have rules about how they relate to each other and how to move them around, and the goal is to get one of them by itself on one side of the puzzle, and aha - we tricked you - you've been doing basic algebra this whole time

doing a lot of killer sudoku has given me a knack for partitioning numbers into smaller ones that sum to them. maybe if we made puzzle games that required you to learn math concepts to play them at a high level, early math education would suck less. replace times tables with something fun that, as a side effect, makes you learn times tables over the course of doing it a lot