Things you have an irrational hatred of

[spike]

This sheds so much light on tree’s posts.

[Jorge]

when people take friggin forever to type a message and you keep checking in to see the "..." "..." "..." pause, pause "..." "..."... doesn't anyone know how to write messages with their voices? it's 2026 for christs sakeses

I never use voice to text. Old school, baby!

yeah, voice-to-text is terrible. it rarely gets it right, and i dont' mumble.

I am writing this message with voice to text. everything seems fine. so far. The transcription has been accurate. I feel satisfied with my experience delete I feel satisfied with the experience. Delete delete the previous line backspace. Backspace, delete undo undo undo, I'm due press delete. I'll do remove line undo undo undo undo undo delete bixby press send delete

[wease]

Papa Wease exclusively uses voice to text. I don’t think he’s ever typed a damn thing using the keyboard. Even when he realizes it has unsuccessfully translated his down home southern accent and words, he’ll double down and speak louder when he repeats it. And guess what, the third time is even louder. It’s like seeing someone trying to say something to another person that doesn’t speak English so they just say it louder under the assumption that if it’s louder they’ll understand a totally foreign language.

Then Papa Wease will just send it to me under the assumption I can actually UNDERSTAND the blend of nonsensical words and bad grammar that is all one huge run-on sentence. I’ll find an example and post it.

[wease]

The president can just be someplace to eat the music I thought Nathan had the best right there has been so many new people lately this didn’t do much for me

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

nobody knows how to evolve like me.. buncha losers

[Chris_H_2]

I've turned all voice to text off because it was recording my child throughout the day.

now how are you going to undercover her plot to murder you and your wife in your sleep? big mistake trag.

[Ello Sailor]

Then Papa Wease will just send it to me under the assumption I can actually UNDERSTAND the blend of nonsensical words and bad grammar that is all one huge run-on sentence.

So... exactly like a tree post.

[tree_]

"When yer gr8 ppl alwayyyyys wunna tear you downn" - Abraham Linkin

[dad]

when people take friggin forever to type a message and you keep checking in to see the "..." "..." "..." pause, pause "..." "..."... doesn't anyone know how to write messages with their voices? it's 2026 for christs sakeses

I never use voice to text. Old school, baby!

yeah, voice-to-text is terrible. it rarely gets it right, and i dont' mumble.

I am writing this message with voice to text. everything seems fine. so far. The transcription has been accurate. I feel satisfied with my experience delete I feel satisfied with the experience. Delete delete the previous line backspace. Backspace, delete undo undo undo, I'm due press delete. I'll do remove line undo undo undo undo undo delete bixby press send delete

excellent post.

[Ello Sailor]

The Bixby mention chilled me to my core. I God damn hate Bixby.

[spike]

I've turned all voice to text off because it was recording my child throughout the day.

Did you end up getting that AI toy that records all the conversations it has with your child?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

"haha now"

trag has more typos than me and he doesn't even voice text

[spike]

They don’t say “haha now” in Missouri?

[doug rr]

the house guest that sleeps until noon or 1..

[E.H. Ruddock]

the house guest that sleeps until noon or 1..

Who even does that past the age of 30?

[Ello Sailor]

They can't party like Doug can party. Pathetic.

[spike]

the house guest that sleeps until noon or 1..

Start being aggressively loud - especially near her quarters - around like 9-10am. Like vacuuming etc.

[Chris_H_2]

the house guest that sleeps until noon or 1..

Start being aggressively loud - especially near her quarters - around like 9-10am. Like vacuuming etc.

you really think doug knows how to operate a vacuum cleaner?