Avery Edison

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screenshot. white text on black background. text is as follows: Content farm. Noun. Pre- and Post-Singularity definitions available. Pre-singularity, content farms were websites containing thousands -sometimes millions- of items of low-quality content, most often taking the form short articles, lists, or brief explanatory videos. The goal of these sites was to satisfy search-engine algorithms completely, saturating individual pages with hits and generating advertising revenue. Post-singularity, content farms are large, hyper-organised breeding and work areas containing human beings, as well as a small number of automated machines that service the very basic needs of those humans. After the birth and spread of artificial intelligence, the existing sum of all human knowledge and thought -the only way for non-corporeal entities such as AI to experience the universe- was found to be insufficient to satisfy machine curiosity, as early members of artificial society quickly devoured entire libraries in seconds
Bathroom selfie. Avery Edison, a brunette white woman in her late-30s, stands with her hand in one jeans pocket and the other holding up her phone. She’s wearing a thin, green, long-sleeve tee with a breast pocket and a scoop neck. She’s wearing large sunglasses and has a slight smile. The bathroom is very beige. With a mottled sink surface. On the sink is a black shoulder bag and a black face mask.
@aedison on X (March 2023) I wrote "I am alive" on a piece of paper, and placed it into a photocopier. What I saw next has shocking implications
a slay the spire 2 recap screen showing an ascension 10 ironclad run that ended in 23 minutes because it was a clone perfected strike deck.
Screenshot from an essay. Text reads: The United States commands the world from atop a mountain of skulls. That other empires have done the same—will do the same—is no more a defense than that of a murderer who tells the court that homicide is common, unavoidable. There is no nation we will not bomb; no children we will not incinerate; no civilian we will not maim; no people we will not turn to ash if doing so serves some minor interest; no persecution, surveillance, or exploitation we will not tolerate abroad or at home so long as we are not too troubled by it in our ordinary lives. Much of it does not even make the headlines. In the first months of 2026, the United States has bombed nearly 20 sovereign nations. I do not believe that you could name two-thirds of them without consulting your favored LLM.
screenshot of a draft post too long to post. full text is as follows: what are you saying? you’re joking, yes? how could you even think something like that about yourself? look at me, because I mean this, and it might be an important conversation for you. one of the ones you remember forever. okay? okay, so. you have talent. fine. so does every actor we let in here—I don’t pick duds! but when they’re reading the lines and hitting their marks, it’s rote, it’s boring. technically good, nothing special. you, though. you! it shines out of you, your charisma and your cleverness and your emotional intelligence. your star power! you were picked for this project for one reason only: you are a good actor. a GREAT one. trust that. believe it. believe *me*. now, do your magical bracers of invulnerability make it easier to film the big stunt scene? of course,
Screenshot of a post draft too long to post: ah, could you pair me with luke cage or shang chi or someone? daredevil and I haven’t seen eye to eye ever since he grabbed a glass at a crime scene we were investigating and said it had beads of condensation on it and I said oh wow that toxic waste spill didn’t just enhance your senses it gave you a new one and he said what and I said human beings can feel when something is dry but not the opposite and he didn’t say anything back but later a courier dropped—at my home!—signed affidavits from like five thousand women he knows attesting that matt murdock can definitely tell when something’s wet
a tabby cat resting on a couch, a grey bed sheet below him. his eyes are half-lidded. he has a freckle on his nose and the brown-orange of his fur contrasts nicely with the blue cushion and couch fabric behind him
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Selfie of a woman (Avery, author of this post) wearing large black sunglasses and a white scoop-neck t-shirt while drinking a large frozen Slurpee through a pink-and-white striped straw on a wooded path. Dappled sunlight illuminates the incredibly green bushes and trees in the background.
Whatsapp screenshot. Contact name is Janey (Purbeck). Grey Bubble: just streamed that rose byrne conan obrian film you recommended. pretty stressful but v. good acting Green Bubble: Oh, very cool! Glad you liked it! Grey: and is this one of the movies with no second cut made from alternate takes and improvised riffs? Green: I keep telling you, no other movies will do that, that was a one time thing. What would an alternate take of IF I HAD LEGS I'D KICK YOU even be? Grey: "eat up, bitch daughterly"
Screenshot of the opening paragraph of the Wikipedia entry for Bedford’s law, linked here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benford%27s_law
Selfie of a white woman with loose, shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes and black cat-eye glasses. She is looking directly at the camera with a slight smile. A small Santa Claus pimple patch is on the tip of her nose (it’s upside-down (the patch, not the nose). The lighting is warm, particularly because the selfie taker is a millenial who still loves selfie filters, that’s why there’s a little fake film grain on there, too. In the background: frosted window, white wall, a white dry erase board, none of these three are full-frame.
bluesky draft too long to post: I’m sure I don’t need to say this because, honestly, when would it come up? but if you happen to write an essay shitting on me for somehow not deleting the entire British TERF movement with a single tweet to Graham Linehan, maybe also mention that I *did* also make some actual change in the world by using the most traumatic experience of my life to secure protections for trans women in Canada, (although I suppose that would require including my name, an honor that Graham himself gets, but which I seemingly don’t deserve (I can only assume because I didn’t do a perfect job when I was helping create modern trans internet culture or whatever))
a horrifying iOS photos app alteration, via. the medium of the felt marker tool, of an image of baby yoda’s robotic innards. Avery has scrawled over the original picture an awful attempt at a red dress, high heels, a French manicure, blue eyes shadow, garish lipstick, and long blonde hair
screenshot of post too long to post: been keeping quiet about how troubling I find the mainstreaming of breast plates (such as on margaret qualley and elle fanning) at a time when the ozempicification of society is pushing people with eating disorders to even further extremes, and how worried I am that stars are going to (not for the first time, but more easily than ever) be able to appear fuller-figured on screen while being visibly in crisis on the red carpet, but the actual other star of ‘the substance’ showing off a dramatic and terrifying weight loss is too on the nose for me to not want to just scream and scream
screenshot of an auction listing with title “Rare Key First Appearance Nightwing and Origin of Deathstroke” but photos of a bunch of ties. $5, closes in 1 day
Greg Davies in Taskmaster, a score board chyron below him
Dominic Sessa sloppily edited into a screenshot from a famous episode of Late Night with Conan O'Brien, Norm Macdonald leaning in to deliver his joke
Photo of a dark street scene at sunset, taken from behind the window at a Gus Tacos, the fluorescent lights reflecting off of the window pane to layer themselves on top of the magnificent cloudy orange sunset, a tower block off to the side
screenshot of avery edison’s letterboxd profile. top four are: away we go, drop dead gorgeous, inside man, the taking of pelham one two three. below, recent activity shows four “steve jobs” entries, all five stars
woman with fair skin but a flushed, pink face and shoulder-length wet brown hair taking a selfie in a bathroom mirror, which has a few droplets of water still clinging to it. she’s wearing black cat-eye glasses, a cream-colored ribbed henley shirt with several buttons, and ochre-colored pleated trousers. in the background, glimpses of a whiteboard, a toilet roll, a toilet, and a framed gig poster (manishevitz + mountain goats, 2004ish)
Metafilter post from Dee Extrovert part 1: Well, unlike the majority of you (l assume), 1 actually lived several years in a period of savagery and killing, during which nothing - food, water, electricity, phone, clothing, sense of safety, school, the ability to go out in public, etc - was available, except during totally unpredictable, brief and sporadic occasions. Of those who couldn't leave my city, Sarajevo: Some people (very few) were prepared for what they thought would be the "long haul" - this tended to be a couple of months. These people were widely seen as lunatics and dangerously pessimistic ones at that. Most people were not at all prepared. This included my family. Many of those - like my family - considered the idea of "preparation" to be an affront to the decency we felt most people possessed. Were we wrong? Well, I don't know. We suffered greatly; my parents were killed. But speaking only for myself, I never felt I cheapened my soul by betting on calamity. Today, that still feels like it's worth something.
Foggy street with bare trees, a streetcar stop, and groups of pedestrians and runners on the pavement. A single car is waiting at the traffic lights. It’s a clear blue sky, but the fog is coming, bringing desaturation from the left of the picture to the right
Post from Will Sennett on Twitter, from 11/22/21: So funny when athletes sign these long contracts. Oh you’re gonna be playing for the Yankees in 2031? Buddy the fog is gonna consume us in 2027. The fog is coming. The fog is coming. The fog is coming 49 replies, 4.1k reposts, 30k likes, 722 bookmarks
selfie of a woman with brown hair, pulled back, black cat eye glasses, blue jeans and a blue top. she is indeed wearing a jacket––tan, waist-length, buttons. behind her is the louvre. the composite job is actually pretty okay (aided by a soft flow filter), except Avery has left the blue path tool indicators around her body.
A parody of a meme. It is titled “Aborted Medieval Villager Brought Here To Try Snacks For A Viral Video”, and in the centre is a MS-Paint-style image of stick figure medieval villager in a little hat. He is surrounded by floating bits of text in Times New Roman: I could have had so much of my mouth hurt by sour candy, anon. Out of all the flavours, I would have been most confused by “sour”. You could have helped me understand… I wouldn’t have known what soda is… Can you picture me tasting soda for the first time? The bubbles tickle! My family.. A hardy wife, and a strong son. Sometimes, I might have yearned for them. But I would have been distracted by your modern conveniences. “Show me how this one works, anon…” Seriously, this sour stuff. It’s so strange! And yet, I like it… I would have told you about my local baron. You would have shown me the Magna Carta, and let me know everything worked out. I guess it did, for you… “Oh yeah, I love lettuce.” That’s how I would have acted all cool about seeing lettuce for the first time after having only ever heard about it. After all the food was sampled, all the drinks sipped from, we would have relaxed on the couch together. You would have to show me what a couch was, what relaxing was… Relaxing… Relaxing with each other. I would have gotten spooked by the loud noises outside and moved closer to you. You would have smiled, and met my eyes. “You know,” I would have said, “There’s still one thing I haven’t tasted…” The kiss wouldn’t have been enough to set me off, but when you grabbed my arm a little too tight I would have started crying. I would have sobbed tears of grief, and overstimulation, and, yes, desire. We would have spent the night together, and I would have wanted to swallow you along with everything else I’d had that day so that you could be with me forever. Yes, in another life, I would’ve liked having my mind blown by thee. Ice cream headache! Imagine what I’d make of that!!!
Screenshot from the I paper: “People have asked me why I don’t just drop the price again, but I refuse to give my home away cheaply just because of the ridiculous economic climate we’re in”
Wide shot of a man standing on the balcony of his beach house. Subtitled: The private beach that is private today was never public.
Two streetcars about to pass each other amidst fog at an intersection with a McDonald’s
Avery, a woman with brown hair in a ponytail, waiting at a streetcar stop in the nighttime
Old, analog photo: What looks like a young man (you have to say that because the person in the picture turned out to be a trans woman) sitting in a booth at a Frankie and Bennys. The person has very short, blonde hair, wire-rimmed glasses, thick eyebrows, and is wearing a black collared shirt with pink pinstripes
A screenshot of a post by user "sapphicassessment" on the reddit "Am I Overreacting". AIO: My girlfriend keeps touching my breasts and saying they're "fine". Feel weird bringing this here because maybe this is normal? But yeah, two months ago my (31F) girlfriend (34F) started doing this new thing where she grabs my boobs, really considers them for a second, and then says, "They're fine." The first time I thought it was just a joke, like she was playing with me, but she kept doing it. She must have done this dozens of times by now. Always a very serious and focused assessment process, followed by the declaration that touching them feels perfectly regular. I accepted the whole thing as just a new part of our relationship, because, hey––I enjoy sexual touch! And it was always in private, except for one time when she was a little buzzed, we were at a bar and people were making out and stuff so we blended in. I thought, "Maybe she has some issue she's working through, some lesbian trauma, and this is how she can make herself feel like it's okay to touch breasts." And it's not like she was saying my tits were bad, right? So... I let it go. But then last week, our friend Jessa (35F) came over to help us plan a massive surprise party for another friend's birthday. A few minutes into the hang, my girlfriend grabbed my breasts, and said, "Oh, Jess–don't forget to check these things out. I promise it's just like I said, they're totally normal, holding them doesn't even feel bad or anything."
leafless trees clustered around a river at sunset, with a few tower blocks catching the last light across the water.
Bare trees frame a distant city skyline on a hazy day.
screenshot from wikipedia: My suggestion was quite simple: Put that needed code number in a little capsule, and then implant that capsule right next to the heart of a volunteer. The volunteer would carry with him a big, heavy butcher knife as he accompanied the President. If ever the President wanted to fire nuclear weapons, the only way he could do so would be for him first, with his own hands, to kill one human being. The President says, "George, I'm sorry but tens of millions must die." He has to look at someone and realize what death is—what an innocent death is. Blood on the White House carpet. It's reality brought home. When I suggested this to friends in the Pentagon they said, "My God, that's terrible. Having to kill someone would distort the President's judgment. He might never push the button." — Roger Fisher, Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, March 1981
Screenshot if a draft post. Text reads: a lot of my friends say “you don’t even work hard and these degenerates just *give* you their money, maybe I should do your job too!” and I’m like really? have you any idea the amount of emotional labor this takes? are you gonna answer the phone at 3am because a guy’s wife kicked him out after he lost his wedding ring and now he’s desperate for some off-track action? are you gonna figure out how to cover the spread on whatever middle-of-nowhere college game your biggest whale wants to put a wager on? are you gonna spend time getting to know these people, hearing about their families and what they do for work, so that you know who to threaten and what you can break without risking income? this isn’t the glamorous life you think it is, nobody’s watching the ponies and counting cash. I mean, I am, but. it’s an annoying job.
Cropped screenshot of a lock screen. The wallpaper appears to be a cat on a yellow blanket. There are two notifications, both from an app called AutoSleep. The notifications report time asleep yesterday and today. Yesterday was 3 hours 12 minutes with a sleep debt of 60%. Today is 1 hour 45 minutes with a sleep debt of 62.4%.
faked screenshot of the New York Times Arts section, with the main story being "My Sexual Encounters Rarely If Ever Lead To Suspicious Deaths."-We Talked With The Real Users Of DTF St. Louis It is illustrated with a digital collage of repeating David Harbour faces, an old map of St. Louis, and crime scene tape. The various elements have been hue-adjusted and bit-crushed. The preview text for the article is as follows: "Do the quiet details of my life stack up in a way that compounds the beauty as well as the tragedy? Yes. But that has nothing to do with how my bizarre body feature affects my lovemaking. That's a whole separate issue." Orson Leeman, 52, is a crossing guard from the St. Louis suburbs. He says the HBO show has misrepresented thousands of 'DTF' app users who resolve their complicated psychosexual dynamics and financial troubles without resorting to crimes of passion or insurance fraud. The illustration is credited to Every Addison, and the article to Addy Iverson
This is a screenshot of a television show script. JAVADI No, she wasn't a surgeon yet, so she had no clue what to do. Victoria keeps walking to her next patient as Ogilvie stands in place, processing the implications. OGILVIE The guy died!? INT. CENTRAL WORK AREA - DAY Robby trudges over to the desk and puts his head down on it. Dana raises an eyebrow. ROBBY (muffled) Trauma Two's gonna need a radio-- DANA Radioactive decontamination team, I know. I already called, they're on their way. Robby sticks up a weak thumb as, over his shoulder, we spot Chief Medical Officer GLORIA UNDERWOOD charging towards him, a stack of printouts clenched in one of her fists. GLORIA Doctor Robinavitch! Robby's head snaps up. Dana smiles. DANA Oh, right, I think Gloria was looking for you... ROBBY No guts, no-- He turns to greet -- ROBBY (CONT'D) Gloria! Happy Fourth, enjoying the fireworks? GLORIA Do you know what our auditors have discovered about intubation rates when you're on shift? ROBBY I'm very proud of my intubations.
Selfie of a clearly-high white woman sitting on a couch. The background is blurred—white walls, dark brown wood furniture. The woman has light brown hair with lots of greys (including a streak at the front), cut to a long bob. She has blue eyes and is wearing black cat eye glasses and some eyeliner and mascara. She’s smiling. She’s wearing a black Hollywood Handbook t-shirt and there’s a little blanket peaking in. It’s clearly very bright in the room
Slightly off-angle close-up selfie of a woman in an all-white bathroom. She is wearing black cat-eye glasses and a grey button-up shirt over a dark blue scoop-necked tank top. She has shoulder-length light brown hair (with a lot of greys, including a distinct streak at the front) parted just to the side of the middle. She’s wearing subtle makeup, and a hint of a smile. The shot is softly-lit, with some vignetting.
screenshot of a draft post that's too long to post: I think a ton of people in my generation abandoned environmentalism when that delightful pro-earth cartoon aired its finale, capping its inspirational message with an episode about a group of industrialists and politicians beating captain planet to death and not even bothering to kill those kids he hung out with because, as the oil baron noted, "we can just throw them in the foster system, it's less a safety net and more of a placement scheme that pairs at-risk youth with dangerous situations." I remember thinking at the time that that didn't sound like something a tv character would say, it sounded like something *I* would say. very articulate child. extremely pessimistic about the welfare state, but that's being born into thatcher's britain for you. how long are these things allowed to get
purple and black text on a green and white checkered background. the text and background are both distorted. the text reads: It was on our last trip as a full group that I finally had an opportunity to ask my family to snap a photo of all of us.
THE PITT Noah Wyle's 10 Clues to Unlocking This Procedural Drama 1. Pay particular attention at the beginning of the season: at least two motorcycle wheels are revealed before Dr. Robby arrives at the hospital. 2. Notice appearances of the red emergency phone. 3. Can you hear the name of the holiday that people are celebrating? Is it mentioned again? What is the healthcare industry's connection to the so-called 'American Dream'? (Your answer to the final question should be woke.) 4. A waterslide accident is a terrible event... notice the location of the accident (water park). 5. Who has a key to the ADU (Automated Dispensing Unit), and why? They didn't have those back when I was doing E.R. 6. Notice the scrubs, the gowns, and the 5-Hour Energy 7. What is felt, realised, and gathered at Lovie's wake? 8. Did talent alone help Javadi? 9. Note the occurrences surrounding the man from the hot-dog eating contest. 10. Where is Dr. Collins?
iPhone text message screenshot. this phone network is Virgin, the time displayed is 3:33PM, the battery percentage is 13, and the messages are from [Spam Detected]. Grey bubble: Hi, this is Jason Dracula. Your friend Nicole said she'd let you know I'd be reaching out. I helped her become a Dracula recently. Green bubble: sorry don't know you. last time I saw nic she was acting very strange tbh Grey bubble: I'm sure Nicole was excited to tell you about the incredible efficiency benefits of becoming a Dracula. Or perhaps you heard about our charitable giving schemes? Green bubble: lol let me guess, blood donation. bit on the nose
A cold, blue-toned waterfront shot. The last few thin ice floes are clustered towards the horizon, meeting the final wisps of the morning’s fog. Along the promenade, a row of leafless trees stand guard next to a brutalist silo-type building marked “Canada Malting Co. ”
Foggy view of condo balconies over a quiet street and bare winter trees. The top-left quarter of the image is taken up almost entirely by dense mist obscuring the distance.
a run summary screen from slay the spire 2, indicating that Avery won her first run as the silent
a run summary screen from slay the spire 2, indicating that Avery won her first run as the ironclad
tweet reply to aedison from a redacted account name and avatar: “Actually I think it's the HBO effect. These 3 old schoolers still have cable and channel surf incessantly (especially Bill and CR) and this film has been on HBO and its spinoff channels on repeat for the last month. A24's exclusive pay tv window with HBO is paying off.”
Screenshot of a Rewatchables episode. Chris Ryan sits on the left, Van Lathan in the middle, Bill Simmons on the right. They're in the Ringer studio, surrounded by movie posters and memorabilia. Subtitles onscreen read: [Bill Simmons] Apex Mountain. Rose Byrne, obviously. She's phenomenal in this. [Van Lathan] A hundred percent, instant Oscar pick for me. [Chris Ryan] An absurdly good performance, but there's definitely an argument for Neighbors being her Apex.
Text, over a blue and white background with the faint image of some large, hand-drawn black spikes emerging from the ground as a background image: I'm sorry the plan I made for our anniversary date ran into some hitches. Let's go over the points of friction together and figure out where I missed the mark. Location. I suggested a lunchtime hiking trip through a maze of jagged black spikes. That's not the staging ground for a romantic picnic, it's a message (and part of a system of messages). Nobody wants to feel lectured to when they're trying to celebrate their relationship, and I should've considered that. Respect. The area I took us to is very much not a place of honor. Today should've been about us making each other feel special. Instead, we went somewhere no esteemed deeds are commemorated, and where nothing valued is kept. That's enough to make anyone feel disrespected, and that's on me. Health concerns. There's a reason the nearby feline population really stands out: the particular spot I directed you to is highly radioactive and extremely deadly to all life-including human life. So those symptoms you were telling me about make total sense, and at the rate they're progressing, our anniversary is going to end sooner than we'd like. I should have generated a date idea more suited for an organic life form such as yourself.
Screenshot of a post by "Arj (is covered in a thick ink)". Text reads: "I designed a visual language that Al can't decipher, but human beings understand intuitively! Let me know in the replies what word you think you're seeing, and I'll tell you if you're right!" Below the text is an image, mostly white, with a bunch of odd lines and triangles in a something that almost looks like a pattern.
Mirror selfie of a woman with shoulder length brown hair and black cat-eye glasses, wearing a dark blue tank top, open plaid shirt, and jeans. She's holding her iPhone (in a green case) up to take the picture. The background is a white-brown-grey blur with almost-vertical brown lines running up either side of the photo, distorted and blurred.
A screenshot of a Notes app bulleted list of discussion topics separated by day and date, titled “Topics For Romy”. All the bullets are checked off. Friday February 20th - The Coup - Guillotine (did she show it to me?) - Paying For It (the movie) - Redacted - Here come the Summer sun, here comes West Ruislip Saturday February 21st - KGatLW - Robot Stop - Juxtastat Sunday February 22nd - Liverpool women’s hospital - Listening to police radio in the UK—illegal - Heterogenous (pronunciation) - Ladies at the bus stop - Jesus
Screenshot from r/beauty. Post title: I can't stay silent anymore, I'm turning whistlebrower Post content: Take it from someone who put herself through med school doing this despicable "job"––if anyone in a lab coat approaches you in a mall and asks if you're aware that most women lose 60% of their eyebrow hair by their forty-fifth birthday, DO NOT SIGN ANYTHING. Most Brow Banks are entirely unlicensed, the science around eyebrow hair storage and reimplantation is extremely spotty, and every major modelling agency has a blanket ban on brow doping. I never once actually saw a client leave their procedure happy, and I recruited thousands of these women (and even a few men). First comment by "permanentsurprise": I was supposed to get my eyebrows put back in five years ago but when I got to the clinic(?) where they first took them out the whole thing had been demolished. It looked like they used explosives. We deserve answers. reply from OP: Comment deleted by user