I’m American.

I dont have the money to stockpile anything.

I fixed that on my grandfathers car with bailing wire, lol

How the fuck does Bundy own a palacial 2 story + basement suburban mansion on the salary of an incompetent shoe salesman in a store that gets almost no customers!

in defense of that first point, I’ve been in plenty of cars where the panel under the steering wheel was easy to rip off, whether it was screwed in or not.

Plastic is not that strong. especially if its an older car.

especially especially if its a older car thats spent its life in a hot climate.

Ah yes, the “WE’RE BEING HACKED, QUICK SHOOT THE MONITORS TO STOP IT!” show.

Its funny to fuck around with, in the same way its funny ask a bible bot for Judges 15-16 and watching the bot get autobanned for saying ass.

thats about all it is though, a stupid silly thing to fuck around with.

Shouldnt be a production/human replacement thing.

The imagination came from the limitations of the hardware.

Computers today are too powerful for gaming. Its resulted all the famous studios racing to the bottom with graphics their primary and generally only concern, and everything else coming a distant second.

But at least it left the door open for indie devs, whose lack of resources and experience are still capable of keeping that ember of imagination and innovation burning.

I love that about CRTs, man.

How the fuck could we invent a tiny pocket sized particle accelerator electron beam gun that magnetically aimed its fire with such precision as to hit every individual phosphor, with the appropriate charge to make the right color, across an entire fucking screen, and do that 30+ times a second (for TV, or 60+ for a monitor)…

Yet the LCD is the high tech fancy monitor when its just a little grid of globs being electronically fired? How did the CRT get invented before the LCD?!

It would be this.

isnt there something about a smart watch today ahving more computational power than what took nasa to the moon, too?

Plus we left retroreflectors on the moon, that we can shoot laser beams at and get a return bean back.

its used to measure the drift of the moon away from earth.

the lunar reoglith is not reflective enough to bounce a signal back (and its been tested to death)

ringing is fine as long as you dont have an obnoxious 4 minute ring tone

If you are in public, like a bus, restaurant, store, public space, etc.

Your phone shouldnt make any fucking noise at all besides ringing and the text ping noise.

And if you’re gonna answer it, don’t put it on speakerphone, and respect teh fact that everyone within 300 feet of you doesnt want to be party to your fucking phonecall.

Its genuinely scary how close we’ve come to the brink on so many instances, though.

Like, there was concern that an atom bomb could set the entire atmosphere on fire by some of the scientists on the Manhattan Project.

Or the fact that we are not currently living out a nuclear holocaust survival fantasy due to the common sense of one soviet early warning radar operator.

the only thing more terrifying than how many times we’ve actually been on a legitimate brink, is how blase people are about dismissing it cause “bad things always happen, and then get better. no big whoop”

bro, it was not the openness, it was the gleeful aplomb.

Like, imagine a 7 year old telling a story about their first trip across country to a major theme park, where they got to spend a day with their favorite princess, and how, even 40 years later, thats a story they tell with great joy, and a big smile?

Only replace the trip and princess with what she said her dad did.

It was fucking unsettlingly creepy.

five minutes after meeting her, she went into a graphically detailed spiel about how her father sexually abused her as a child. and she was very upbeat, happy, and smiling as if it was a delightfully fond memory the entire time.

I dont know what the end of the story is because by the time she got about, what i hope, was a quarter of the tway through, I had already been so completely creeped and skeezed out that I had developed a cold sweat, and I just got up from the table, said nope, and walked away.

I was kinda fucked up for a short while afterwards.

This.

I am so sick of that goddamn song.

That my family cared about me and supported me.

The main argument is that the means dictates the ends, so if we want a non violent (and non opressing) society, punching people won’t help.

And this failed logic is exactly why we are where we at right now, on the brink of the Fourth Reich rising across the US and Europe.

Because tolerant people have forgotten the most important thing about a tolerant society.

That it must be rigorously and viciously defended from those who seek to exploit the social contract to elevate their attacks on it, and it requires far more than words and wind to achieve that… again, as evidence of where we are now as a society. Because their ultimate goal is to undo the society we love, and replace it with oppression, fear, and hatred.

I miss when games were physical and I actually owned them.

I miss being able to hold them in my hands, to examine the cover, to read the back.

I miss being able to crack it open and smell that plasti-ink-chemical smell that had been sealed inside from the factory with the shrinkwrap.

and yes, I absolutely miss having manuals to read.