What is a ASKard? 

ASKard (noun): A non-screen production credit also knowed by "minhas calinadas" verbal's that is usual on the end accompanie by the finger sometimes in my conversations with my friends or at some point to provoque a silence or a awkward one or a mindblowing usualy no more than half a minute at the end of the same. Named because sometimes the conversations are pure bullshit and no non-profit participatory participant even in the increase of our own vocabulary. The constantly use may provoque lonelyness looks of contempt and disdain.

• WIP • As winter descends upon Europe: 

Embrace the irony. Layer up, shiver outside, and then pay to heat the street. The 'Modern Comfort' special: 23∘F (−5∘C) outside, 77∘F (25∘C) inside.

The winter ritual is a masterpiece of counter-productive logistics. We spend months romanticizing cozy nights, wool coats, and the promise of warmth. The internet fills up with Social media posts of blankets on sofas and fluffy socks, fireplaces emphasizing a cozy, romanticized image that is nothing more than aesthetic hypocrisy. We embrace the Hygge aesthetic and light decorative candles, while our primary act of "survival" is the escape from thermal reality.

This performance is nowhere clearer than with the fireplace. We invest in the perfect stack of logs, yet only fire it up on Christmas Eve—not for actual heat, but to look good for a photograph, to elicit envy, or to silently scream "I'm better than you" in a perfect shot, or simply to live up to a romanticized movie scene. We prioritize the visual comfort over the actual energy efficiency, treating the hearth as a prop for social validation rather than a source of sustained warmth.

And here lies the paradox: we retreat into our heated cocoons—true domestic greenhouses—and, with a sigh of relief, crank the thermostat to tropical levels, often with poorly insulated windows practically "sweating." We indulge in artificially paid-for warmth, burning energy to maintain a private microclimate that has nothing to do with the weather outside.

The real kicker? This constant, violent swing from cold to tropical and back again repeatedly compromises our health, leading to weeks of sniffles, coughs, and the mandatory pharmacy run for Aspirin and Vitamin C. We not only foot the exorbitant energy bill but also the secondary costs of illness, paying twice for a self-inflicted thermal shock.

It is a grand act of thermal hypocrisy. We complain about rising energy costs and the climate crisis (which manifests in erratic winters), yet we contribute to global warming by pumping heat outwards and keeping our interiors uncomfortably hot. In the end, we aren't so much enjoying winter as we are fighting to redefine it, one utility bill, one pharmacy receipt, and one pumpkin spice latte at a time.

If this is human intelligence, perhaps the cold has simply left us all a bit frost-bitten.

• WIP • With four decades of following the evolutionary progress of technology, I witness a subtle yet significant transformation that few notice or simply care to acknowledge: the disappearance of 'Portuguese' as our mother tongue. When I see 'Portuguese' and 'Portuguese (Portugal)' in new language options or during new installation setups, I feel that our origin has been diluted. In truth, the language we took around the world should be the default 'Portuguese' reference, with the Brazilian variant being 'Portuguese (Brazil)'. I'd be willing to bet you hadn't even noticed... But this is just my humble opinion, which I have written about in the past in the 🍬 braincandy column, along with countless other things.

• WIP • I view technology as a body that grew too fast for the human soul to keep up. Technology gave us the tools to communicate instantly, but it didn't teach us to be more empathetic. It gave us access to all information, but it didn't teach us to be wiser. We continue to operate with the same primitive instincts as always, just with more sophisticated toys. The disparity between technological evolution and our own social and emotional evolution is, perhaps, the greatest challenge of our era.

• WIP •  It's obvious to almost everyone that we've lost control, even over something as basic as our logins. Whether access is tied into Windows or the browser, the surveillance is pervasive. A VPN might offer a little privacy for 'surfing,' but the core control mechanisms remain, simply shifting from one form to another. I believe users have forfeited fundamental rights that are unlikely ever to be recovered. The only thing more disturbing than the loss of these rights is the public's eagerness to surrender them, a complacency I refuse to share. I have the right to my own privacy everywhere, and that right doesn't diminish just because others are willing to give theirs up. 

#25288 While Copernicus survives by feeding a simulacrum of sterile algorithms and mathematical predictions, Ifremer "is silenced"; the raw truth of satellite data disturbs the masters of war and their militarized oceanography. It is the cruel whim of a handful of bastards with more "gold/ €" than time to live—gold we hand them, bartering our future for the oil we need just to drive to work and survive. my My AMOC monitoring is blind just to hide the bloody they leave upon the world’s oceans. Bunch of motherfuckers. They should all perish with the wars they provoke. The rest of humanity is not at fault, yet we are the ones tethered to their greed. Those cowards won’t even crawl out of their bunkers or mansions to face the reality they’ve created; and speaking of which, I’m open to their blood-stained money to resolve the problems they’re too incompetent to fix. ₿ only.

# Against facts there are no arguments. Ohhh, I’ve got the full database. 

# Talk to each other's, pretend it's the 90s.

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