conspicuous

I’m torn be­tween feel­ing su­pe­ri­or to peo­ple who think Bored Apes are fine art, and de­pressed that such peo­ple ex­ist in the first place.

It’s fun­ny they think *any­one* will want to buy that garbage sim­ply be­cause *they did.*

It’s no dif­fer­ent than base­ball cards,
          col­lec­tor plates,
               beanie ba­bies – there’s nev­er been a short­age of in­vest­ment fads that peo­ple are con­vinced will pay off big time later.

Tho, those are things you can hold in your hand. 

So then NFTs are even dumber.

Also,

on the walk home tonight, Aaron and I dis­cussed James Bond and agreed that he is ac­tu­al­ly very bad at be­ing a spy.

Like, he’s got­ten count­less women killed, has cost MI6 tril­lions of pounds, any and every­one knows who he is, he caus­es huge scenes in public …

… and yeah, he’s still MI6’s best which says a lot of bad shit about their organization.

—emi­ly duchaine

Flom­mist Emi­ly Duchaine lives in the Pa­cif­ic North­west. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and lis­ten to the Talk­ing Heads. She pre­tends to be a pro­fes­sion­al busi­ness­woman most days. Copy­right © 2022 Emi­ly Duchaine.

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