why dot bsky dot team: Putting Claude in charge of reading my notifications and deciding what to do with them was a fantastic idea.
Tim Robinson saying "you sure about that?" with only his facial expression
why dot bsky dot team: Putting Claude in charge of reading my notifications and deciding what to do with them was a fantastic idea.
Tim Robinson saying "you sure about that?" with only his facial expression
on some level, you do understand how funny it seems to an observer to watch you complain about someone insulting you through the process of insulting them in the same breath, yes?
does it compute for you at all?
part of the reason I gave up on trying to debate the braindead democrats on this is that it always falls to them using the kind of screaming-child whataboutisms and "thank you for agreeing with me" shit that would get them laughed out of the first year of high school forensics
Yaddle, appropriately-for-today looking like she somewhat regrets the heavy bongrip before the Jedi Council meeting
bold of you to assume that Yaddle couldn't absolutely get it
from paxamorisque dot bsky: Congratulations, bitch. That was sexual harrassment. You're a perpetrator, now. Just because of me. :) [quoting Alsvid]: There is no official shadowban protocol on Bsky. Perhaps you meant that account is labeled. Either way, suck on the fattest part of my ass cheecks. Get your tongue and lips real good all over them.
an interpretation of Ringo Starr's infamous Microsoft Paint work "yer baby", but with Tim Heidecker for some reason
"95% of people desperate to survive in spite of the policies of western imperial failsons are figments of imagination" is the cry of the final boss of braindead neoliberalism, an ideology they fight for without recompense
at least filth like Andrew Tate catches a paycheck for selling their soul
oh? you think the administration of this website that's mostly poorly-made language learning model code is here to make a quick buck and nothing else??
have you considered this statistic I just pulled directly out of my unwashed ass???????
achieving praxis through alcoholic incompetence. whom amongst us has not had the truly ascendant pleasure of stealing from a company by being deeply hungover, yet knowing exactly what kind and quantity of useless work will keep you tolerated enough for payroll to keep sending rent and vodka money
honestly seems pretty likely. my programming skills are still at the "stupid idiot baby" phase, so I dunno the specifics, but throwing GE-Proton at any game with issues and seeing it work every time makes true platform-agnostic releases seem much closer to reality than I would've thought possible
thankfully the Godot engine has easy native linux support and (ugh) even UE5's messiness does too, so hopefully the sluggish but faster-than-usual exodus from Windows can incentivize native support as studios move from in-house solutions to engines where ported builds are moderately straightforward
the native linux builds are often done by an outside firm, but there's no follow through, so native compatibility degrades while Proton sustains
Aspyr is one of those porting firms, and they got bought up by Embracer, the company responsible for the Deus Ex franchise dying, so take that as you will
just bought a Casio watch for the first time in many years and something deep inside went "nice." when I put it on
the digital compass won't hold my hand in taking me to a destination, but I'm also not worried about the Casio corporation taking notes on my planetary orientation at all times
apologies to my anarcho-syndicalist contemporary Dennis, but large women riding dinosaurs distributing swords is a type of executive power that would directly challenge my sociopolitical beliefs
looking at the site and was gonna say "it's not that bad" until I remembered that british money still thinks it's real money and values itself higher than USD/the Euro
it's all just silicon, use yer own computer until the inevitable riots bring about a deeper nostalgia for bespoke older computation
keep emulating. I love the TRS-80 CoCo, it's my all-time favorite ugly piece of shit 8-bit home computer, but my originals need to be recapped, and I'd rather just stick with great emulation until my laziness wears off, before buying a recreation from some guy who Definitely Has Killed Some Slaves
Endearingly janky KTMA era Crow T Robot
Smoking that shit that makes you feel like KTMA era Crow.
I think about the Stand Alone Complex episode, where the crew rolls up on a reclusive billionaire only to find out he's been dead for months, a corpse surrounded by gold bars, and the market trading algorithm he designed running independently the whole time, probably at least once a week these days
Rust Cohle absolutely destroying a dart while anxiously checking a photoshopped phone
- looking up BDO, no idea what it is
- 1,4-Butanediol is a prodrug that metabolizes into GHB
looking at the GHB interactins with DXM, ket and amphetamines on the big drug interaction chart like
casually wondering if the Israeli military has OPSEC briefings specifically for rape and pillaging
"look, people, there's practically hundreds of people left on the planet who still like us, so the high command has taken a brief interlude from designing noose pins to remind you to stay off tiktok"
your friendly annual reminder from the annoying friend who won't shut the fuck up about The Expanse that you should watch The Expanse
if we manage to survive - big if! - there'll be an oxygenated planet within the range of human interstellar nuclear-pulse drive technology somewhere, where we'll find the remnants of a civilization whose Final War was fought over two assholes on a crystal shard network who couldn't shut the fuck up
I should clarify this is - in my mind - also that final icon in the Drake Equation. commonly this is a mushroom cloud with question mark on it
I don't think they're out there, because social programming based upon inconsequential issues probably destroyed each and every one, sans rare exceptions
you ever look at someone Poasting™ and once again have the hideous, soul-wrenching feeling that dumb fucking ideology is probably the Great Filter keeping intelligent life from seeding the galaxy
MISTER CHAPO! IT WOULD APPEAR THAT THE CRAFTY TURKISH HAVE DEVELOPED INCREDIBLE SKULL REDUCTION TECHNOLOGY, IN LINE WITH THEIR OTHER SKULL BASED ACCOMPLISHMENTS. BUT OF COURSE, IT PALES IN COMPARISON TO THE ORBITAL LASER I HAVE INSTALLED AT A CONVENIENT LAGRANGE POINT! AHA!
khloe kardassian: what happened during the war was justified. the strength of our race has survived. these demons from the sky cannot dilute our RESOLVE
chief o'brien, calmly explaining that the subspace transciever orbiting cardassia prime that's sending her messages was manufactured in Detroit:
Gul Dukat, mesmerized by his hetero lifemate/eternal enemy Sisko leaving him a message in the form of his favorite baseball
entire arc where some dipshit twitter-fascist Cardassians are doing RETVRNposting about Dukat and the conclusion is the reform government literally just vaguely pointing at the extensive infrastructure that Federation engineers beamed down nine seconds after they signed the membership documents
Alex Kurtzman is on the shortlist for targets once my death ray is finished, I can tell you that much
love hearing people saying "ok but Strange New Worlds is good" & reminding them the guy playing Pike is a turbozionist. the machine is dying and my Deep Space Nine DVDs are more cherished than ever
the TRS-80 Color Computer assembly book whose first chapter was a genuinely well-written introduction to computer science, in a dusty corner of my bookshelf, watching me fuck up simple problems with the Godot engine API for the thousandth time
trust me I know, though I steer clear of them these days as I've had enough times where the package of 10mg dosage units was either:
a) 60% actually 10mg, 40% less than that, or
b) the same as a) but there's a Surprise 25 in the mix, and now I need to go muscle down an anxiety attack for 2 hours