Is this a joke I’m too straight to understand?

(For the record, I wish I wasn’t, yeah I have tried, both exploring my identity and also sexual acts.)

Bruh, get yourself a VPN before Starmer puts that behind ID verification too.

I love the uber dry tone and the delivery is just so matter-of-fact that it makes me chuckle.

Now if only I could read German beyond the usual “Hallo”, “Tschüss”, and “Schieße” which are all very important to understand but somewhat limiting in written words to greeting, wishing farewell, and exclaiming.

Or what, you’ll act moody, disconnected, and do nothing? I’d add sit in the corner to the list but we all know your knees can’t take sitting on the floor anymore.

Some days I interact with some people that make me bemoan all of the safety guides that have allowed the idiots to breed enough that I now have the misfortune to interact with them.

Then there are other days where a safety rule/guide/regulation has stopped me from doing something monumentally stupid and fatal that reminds me that those safety regulations are written in blood and that sometimes I’ll be that idiot in someone else’s mind. It’s humbling and comforting in an absurdist way.

Lib-right: We’ll just make them work to cover their upkeep.

Finish indie dev: You fix car, get drunk, drive car, run over pedestrian, get arrested, serve time, get out, fix car, get drunk, have piss but don’t piss on TV because then you die.

Nope, far too few IBM mainframes in this picture.

Peter Kay: I’M READY BRING THE TRAIN ON!

As much as I hate that this child will have to suffer, I hope that parent watches that sweet little innocent life be squeezed out by all of the horrific and completely preventable diseases that the unfeeling and indifferent natural world has to offer as it shrieks into the night with a scream of pain, agony, and suffering that cuts so deep into the lizard brain of a mammal when it’s young is in distress.

And I hope those screams echo in that parent’s psyche for the rest of their miserable existence until they’re on their own death bed and as they draw their last death rattle where no post-rationalisation can save them from the death-throw lucid state that they killed their own child and will suffer for eternity in whatever hell their religion has told them they’ve booked the express pass to.

Where I will be greeting them with a wicked grin and a fresh welcoming hot poker.

Or someone sees the obvious medical neglect and gets that child appropriately innoculated and it grows up for a happy and fulfilled life away from these evolutionary dead-ends.

At this point I’m happy with either outcome.

Agreed. I can find it hard but I try to not use headphones to listen to music or an audiobook every time I go for a walk. I’m trying to get myself comfortable with my own thoughts and let them wash over me so my brain can eventually calm and relax without distraction.

Just let the walk itself be the gentle stimulation.

I do love a good walk.

My two favourite are a beautiful hill/mountain walk in the sun with a light breeze to keep me cool or at night through a sleepy town or village with a light fog where the orange streetlights shine through.

Both are so peaceful, it helps calm my anxiety.

It’s Blackpool, they could go into any flat-roof pub, throw a dart, and hit at least two gammons named Steve who thinks they could run the club better.

Hull: even Hell didn’t want to be twinned with us.

Americans.

I wouldn’t mind an AI powered clippy I could run locally (or at least a server easy enough to rent) that I control where it connects to and gives out data.

Rule one of Electrical Engineering: Do not touch the spicy mains.

Honestly, not having to work to survive, food, clothes, shelter all taken care of and given my level of education I could actually help some fellow inmates learn.

Even with the possibility of being killed in there, at least then it’s a way out other than suicide.

I’m getting real close to wishing for that.

Since I’m also in a country that hasn’t got the death penalty, I could take out one of these cunts who horde riches as well.

What does Lemmy think? Should I set my quietly miserable future on fire to do some good in the world?

Agreed, but now you have kids that have been raised on internet influencers as locos parentis, so it’s like they can skip the 10 year wait.