Wow, Shanghai had an earthquake?
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Wow, Shanghai had an earthquake?

Retook the MBTI test - - I thought I was already an E person, guess it’s not that easy to change?
This result might indicate that I tend to add many wonderful/interesting/dangerous/ugly filters to the world that only I can see, and also tend to be unrealistic; idealism also requires that the “trees on the mountain” (referencing Thus Spoke Zarathustra) be rooted in the solid earth of reality.
But this time I clearly felt that for many options I just wanted to pick the middle ground, and that many scenario choices depend on the person’s state at the time;
My view on MBTI is that even a rough model has its meaning, as long as you don’t dogmatically box yourself into it

It seems I have never successfully recommended the play Copenhagen to anyone. Here I set a flag to write a short essay to recommend it.
Returned to Yangpu for a board game gathering with friends, met the fox for the first time, but the board game store indeed isn’t as good as the warm home of the playground 🍻
But how come University Road became more interesting right after I moved away?
So I walked from Wujiaochang along University Road to the Caida Metro Station on Zhengli Road, just as I had done countless times over the past year.
Then first bite off its antenna so it can’t call for help, then bite off the head of the little TV in one go!

VS Code 1.79.0 has rolled out Copilot Chat. Although I’ve already used ChatGPT or BingAI and am not that amazed anymore, the integration with VS Code is still very practical.
(The code snippet in the image once occupied a full CPU core on my company’s DevBox for an entire year — a guilty carbon emitter.)
The last drop…
I finished a 300ml bottle of Nin Jiom Pei Pa Koa in one week. Don’t know if it’s a placebo, but it sure tastes great 😋
I am the ⚡️Work⚡️Dragon, the ⚡️Work⚡️Dragon!
(The picture shows grapes and their wild friends during the lockdown last year.)

This week I paused my exploration of millennium parade and started listening to all the mili songs I could find, expanding from specific points to a broader scope.
I call it cyberpunk witch musical.
Mili’s songs wonderfully accommodate overflowing imagination. Momocashew uses her naturally agile voice to interpret these poetic, insane, and inexplicable lyrics.
It feels like from these fragments, you can glimpse lost, displaced, romantic, and manic worlds. The emotionally charged performance casts a veil over these worlds and their unique, bizarre objective laws, making them even more hazy.
Or perhaps what you glimpse is still that part of human emotion in the present world that is most intoxicated, obsessed, and utterly transcendent—toxication:
“i love you”
“kiss me”
These overtly emotional sentences are assembled upon seemingly inhuman constructs and existences.
Reality, seasoned with a dash of interesting yet toxic spices, makes up mili’s intoxicating witch’s brew.
It’s like:
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft name in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain,
To thy high requiem
Become a sod.
“In thy high requiem, I become a clod.”