Trading cards? That’s Tarot.

We’re reading the future of FOSS here.

What about waffle fries?

But how does it handle THOOM?

Is it considered regicide if you take down an empress?

Either way, time to take back the holy land.

It’s genuinely a lot. EMPRESS has an ego, and has started shit with anyone they can. This ranges from other crackers, to repackers, to the people requesting cracks. They see themselves as the hot shit because “I’m the only one who can crack Denuvo”.

I can’t wait until it’s revealed to be a worse version of Active Worlds filled to the brim with their insane ramblings.

Procrastinating writing the reply.

He had 100,000 hours of practice.

Icing a cake takes time, especially when it’s one meant to feed between 90 and 100 people. We’re not trying to ruin your kids birthday when we need 24 hours notice for something that size, it’s that someone needs to take at least 2 hours to get it done, and we can’t magically make that happen on short notice and full days.

The short time I used an iPhone, I just didn’t like how it felt. The restrictive nature, personally really don’t dig Apple’s whole UI design. It felt like a quality phone, build wise, but Apple just ain’t for me.

Also, price. I paid $100 for my Motorola that’s good enough to last me the next 2 to 3 years, and features a headphone jack, which is all I really wanted. Could take or leave the Dolby Atmos shit, but the sound quality is decent for a phone.

Linguine. You’re expecting some strong, has-it-together fettuccine, but instead I’m a plateful that can barely hold it together and is trying to play pretend at being one of the better pastas.

See, you’re looking at it logically.

What you need is a frontal lobe lobotomy so you can happily ignore whatever you please, just like they do.

As someone who’s been in a position like your friend, you did more than you realize. Sometimes we need someone to help us open that door, and help push us through.

It’s hard to tell yourself you’re okay, that you can make it through, because you’re dealing with those feelings directly, all of their intensity, it can feel like a constant battle with yourself. When there’s someone else, though, someone who sees all this and still makes you feel normal, it gives you ground.

A small moment of making someone feel genuinely valued, be it as a friend, a partner, or just another valid existence in this world, can be a bigger help than some people know.

I was there for my grandmother’s last breath. It kinda fucked me up at the funeral, the stark contrast between the last moment and then.

Aren’t there external Workshop downloaders floating around, or has Valve closed that gap?

It might sound odd, but genuinely, check if any local wildlife rehabs/centers need volunteers.

There’s constantly something that needs done, often in creative ways, especially when doing something like designing an enrichment area. It might just look like a bunch of random junk, but a lot of thought and effort goes into constructing something that actually mimics situations an animal might encounter in the wild.

Eh, it doesn’t sound destructive or interruptive to your day.

Manifesting isn’t just a new-age hippy thing. Ritual can put your brain in a certain space, and that can be a massive motivator for someone. Picking your socks to fit the theme isn’t all that different than telling yourself affirmations in the mirror.

It’s kinda like the “lucky shirt” concept. Sure, the shirt doesn’t really have some metaphysical power, but you’re putting yourself in the mindset of “Good things happen when I wear this”, and when you’re already in that frame of mind, the good things stand out even more.

I actually finally got around to playing it for myself fairly recently! I was actually surprised at just how well they got the discomfort across, it took some genuine talent to bring those scenes to life.

“I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream”.

I realize most might just see it as unsettling, but I’ve known someone like AM. Obviously not a giant supercomputer, but with that much hate. With that much blind rage, that everyone around him must suffer for daring to exist. That would happily keep someone alive just to bring them more pain.

As much as I love that story, every time I read it leaves me a little more terrified, looking over my shoulder, waiting until I’m put in my cage because I dared break free, even almost 20 years later.

The Spine from Transistor

This has been a recurring one, but it’s slowly changed as time has passed.

I’m on an endless stretch of road, sometimes walking, sometimes driving. On either side is just an endless ocean of grass. Sometimes I can catch sight of what looks like an old campfire out of the corner of my eye, but I can never look back far enough to really see.

For a long time, it was always this drive to keep moving. Never stop. Something is behind me, and I need distance. Nothing else matters. I couldn’t even look back if I tried.

Over the last year, that feeling of being chased has went away. I don’t wake up panicking. Now, there’s a feeling of destination, and that I’m getting… Somewhere. I genuinely don’t know. But it feels closer. And now, when I try, I can look behind myself somewhat. Not fully, but enough to see that there’s at least more road immediately behind me.

It’s become kinda hopeful. Not trying to read any grand importance into it, don’t think it’s prophetic, but it started to shift as I started taking better care of myself. Makes me kinda wonder if it isn’t some fucked up part of my brain going “Hey, we’re getting better”.