I’d also add a lifetime subscription to Nexus, that alone can add so much life to so many games. Hell, if I’m checking out a game, I see what kind of mod support it has first.
Or do they not offer that anymore?
I think I got it way back when for $50 or so.
A bit between friends is different.
Fuck, I was a skater in school. I threw myself down a two story half pipe in a warehouse every weekend. I had bruises on top of bruises.
Pain wasn’t new to me, cause man, I fucking sucked on a skateboard.
Let me put it this way, the kid I gave a broken nose to was a wanna-be MS13 member at the time. Ran into him after high school - guess who was a member? I’m glad I had friends with me, and we outnumbered his crew. They backed down. I don’t know what they had, but we all carried knives - and at the time - were ready to use them. My late teen years were a little wild. He recognized me, and called them to back off.
I guess getting the cops involved over a pool table in a bowling alley would have fucked up their bigger plans.
You’re not wrong.
A school year of bullying stopped by a decisive punch?
Clearly both are the same. Not one kid being tormented to the point of violence in self defense because they couldn’t fucking breathe anymore, over the whole school year. Not something the teachers, our so called care takers, could have nipped in the bud a LONG time ago. No, clearly, both kids are violent offenders.
I’m aware, I didn’t feel the need to reference the game series.
Well, factually, throughout history, women have had a terrible deal.
Living in red states my whole life, women having opinions, much less rights, is polarizing.
I don’t agree, but man… women voting is STILL an issue in some rural areas. Thus, polarizing. Not so much with the common consensus, but with some.
I don’t disagree, but having tried anal with a few women before - even with plenty of prep, I’m too big.
If Rin can take it, I’m gonna knock it off my bucket list, lol.
Hoo, I’d say loaded statement, but… well, you’re factually correct. Just polarizing.
That being said, I appreciate my mom for a lot of things, but the major one is my views on feminism.
I’m not some pro-female only person. First wave feminism, equality.
My wife is a strong woman who doesn’t need me, fuck, she’s the breadwinner and has been for most of the relationship.
She kicks ass, takes names, and somehow still has the energy to pick up the house a bit. I was weaker in that last part in the beginning, but I’ve made strides. Definitely a learned experience, but a very valid one.
I’ve dated the ultra girly-girl type. Its isn’t for me. I want a partner who is fine standing on their own, and chooses companionship.
Shit, she has worked in hospitals and had grown men attack her (health care worker violence is shockingly common, and I’ve experienced it as a man who worked at a hospital in a non-clinical capacity) She takes no shit. She’s also smart as a whip.
A dumb bimbo is easier to date, and I would guess be married to, but ultimately unfulfilling. Have a thought. Defend your thought. Please. If a man can’t deal with that, they aren’t much of a man.
“Going postal” was a thing.
It was a thing before Columbine, cause man, I remember the talks at school about that.
The class was brought out, we sat under a tree, and were allowed to talk about our feelings.
One of my bullies looked me dead in the eye, and said something along the lines of “Its always the quiet ones.”
I’m surprised I didn’t have to talk to anyone after looking him dead in the eye back and replying “Yeah, it is.” Just letting it hang in the air.
I will say, he no longer bullied me after that.
That’s ok, I had another bully who learned the hard way that if pushed far enough, I would break bones if provoked enough. Last day of school that year. He clotheslined me and put me in a choke hold when I was running a football, you know, playing like a kid on the last day of school. He still had a hold as we got up, him behind me. When my vision started to dim, I stomped the arch of his foot (multiple fractures, lot of bones there) to get out, then turned and broke his nose with one punch.
It all stopped after that.
Because my teachers were aware of the bullying (thanks for stopping it, assholes) I didn’t get in any trouble. This was at the beginning of zero tolerance talks. It was a policy the next school year.
Man, war stories from Christmas in retail.
My first time around wasn’t too bad. I was part of a team managing the back room inventory and, essentially, trying to force out merchandise that otherwise wouldn’t fit on the shelves to keep the back room as clear as possible. That black Friday, I was assigned to guard a pallet of shit. It was blacked out so people wouldn’t crowd highly desired items - TVs and such.
The next year, I was in the electronics department, as in, that was my post as I had transferred to the sales floor.
That year, oh that year, the Wii dropped. We’d get a pallet in, and we’d just wheel it out to the register to sell. Of course, it didn’t start out that way. They were all locked in “the cage” and we had to get a manager to get them, one by one. That didn’t last too long as the management team was pretty much just running Wiis back and forth.
To top it off, my former inventory control role and limited register training, I had to train an incoming store manager (who would make FAR more per day than I would, after taxes I made about 70 a day for an 8 hour shift) to use the register. And he was… well, slow to learn. Which meant lines and issues - which would require a lower level of management to come handle - their response time, for a variety of reasons (busy season and sheer idiocy laziness"level of business" slowed down.
Having only one register back in electronics, well… this sucked.
Why would you train someone at the BUSIEST TIME OF THE YEAR? I get it now though, after 10 years of retail and 11 in IT, the one thing I’ve been able to determine is that approximately 1% of management, anywhere, is competent.
That doesn’t beat out the day I was asked to “help coverage.”
Yeah, I worked my full shift, then was asked to stay on for four more hours, then four more. And I didn’t take a second lunch. Now, the state I lived in didn’t give a fuck. Its the kind of state that says “Oh its 100+ degrees out? Better pass legislation to make water breaks legal to ignore.” Yeah, a lot of people died of dehydration and heat stroke in the construction industry after that. As far as I know, employers eased up on water breaks, but the legislation is still in effect. I digress, I got written up for not taking a second meal break. I was not released to do so, AFTER asking about it, and still written up.
After all of that, I moved to the automotive technician department.
It sucked, but for most of the time I had a decent boss. My first week I was struggling. Working outside in the summer, heavy uniform, covered in oil, and otherwise being out of shape.
That boss sent me inside, to sit in his office, and drink some cold water my first week. Knowing the company I worked for, I said I wasn’t ready to take a break yet (I was a smoker at the time, and wanted to time out smoke breaks fairly steady) and he said it isn’t a break. You’re bright red and you stopped sweating 10 minutes ago. If you know, you know. So I did, and I remember that to this day. I remember good managers.
Thankfully, my black Friday/Christmas duties were mostly rescinded (I technically was still register trained, so I got called up to the front to kill lines) which was nice.
The point of this?
Retail is hell. Period.
Mandatory retail service might be more important to our continued culture (USA) than anything else, as hyper capitalist as we are.
Shit, my mom was a college graduate, taught for a little while (not her thing) before working for the government, which I’m not going to go into. She took an early retirement package, cause she could. Good for her. She got bored, went to work at a chain craft store. She realized, and had a long discussion with me, about how much of a CUNT she was to retail/service folks. Her words. It was nice to hear, because I was still neck deep in retail hell at the time.
Gonna piss off the farmers, until they get their subsidiary check for growing corn (for high fructose corn syrup) instead of feeding the population.
No, not all things.
However, we’re - in this post - operating on the premise of immortality.
There are less and less “free” things to do as the days pass.
Something something capitalism, something something monetization.
Not entirely relevant to the hypothetical, but as LPT - it falls a little flat.
People optimize to make their life easier, less chaotic, or stressful.
I’m not gonna take an hour detour for the views and risk losing my job. I need that. To live. Of course, immortality solves that - but that falls outside of the “Life” part of the Life Pro Tip.
Maybe my perception is warped however. ADHD and the requirement for constant novelty can be draining. I freely admit I don’t have the healthiest views on everything, and what works for others may not work for me.
I’m a gamer. And I can LOVE a game. For a while. As I get older, it seems to take less and less time for the honeymoon effect to wear off. But hey, that could be the bipolar disorder clouding perspective as well.
So focus on my mental health? See a therapist, get different meds? Yeah, not in America. Not easily, and not cheaply… oh wait, back to money.
I’ll admit, I haven’t watched it. Nor do I intend to. And I tried to allude to CDPR doing… something to explain it.
I’ve seen too many decent games ruined by hype trains, so I do my best to avoid them and form my own judgements.
I tend to be a lore nerd before a min-maxer in games, though that wasn’t always the case.
The “best” build isn’t always the most enjoyable. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE theory crafting ridiculous shit - but if you trounce all your enemies, conquer every social interaction, and breeze through the game… where is the adventure?
Hell, the BEST DND player I’ve played with lasted three sessions. Second Edition. Gnome Fighter with 3 INT. He was, sadly, too dumb to live. But man, I enjoyed every session with that character. Barrel of laughs, and his “idiocy” could be really ingenious. Dangerous to everyone around him, friend or foe, but he got results.
Sadly, he re-rolled with a more optimized character. It survived, but it was not nearly as much fun.
At this point I feel like organizers need to consult with the French on how to throw a revolution.
They got a bad wrap (rap? I’m not sure, only heard it spoken) with WW2, but man… they could revolt.
Guillotines were unwieldy, near stationary equalizers. Imagine what the American people could do with plentiful arms and ammunition. I know, that AR15 isn’t gonna stop a tank, but a militant group of rednecks with access to basic chemistry supplies can be dangerous.
Sadly, the it seems the people who want to “fight tyranny” and buy all the guns and ammo en masse are also fascist bootlickers.
I lean left, hard. That being said, I remain very Pro 2A.
I haven’t been worried about the military with all the stochastic terrorism in the red states I’ve lived in, I’ve been worried about my neighbors. And I gotta tell ya, Cletus with his temu body armor and lack of fingers is a concern, but not so much as a military vehicle (or militarized police vehicle) worry me.
But honestly, if the military refuses to uphold their oath to protect the constitution against enemies foreign and (more importantly) domestic - well, we’re all fucked.
Uncle Sam does not fuck around when it comes to exterminating civilians, and pigs are just military wash outs who didn’t exceed the intelligence requirement.
Easier said than done.
Seeking daily novelty would get expensive quickly.
That being said, if I were immortal I’d probably just sock away funds into a low risk investment vehicle and do a variety of drugs to keep me comatose until my investments made life easier.
If you can’t die, you don’t need a lot of fentanyl to keep you under, and from what I gather it can be had relatively cheaply - though I’ve never looked into it much. I realize from my brushes with opiates that were legitimately prescribed and mostly taken as directed (I’m sorry, if I’m in enough pain to warrant them, I’m popping two of em and going to lay down for a nap, then taking as directed) and I like them waaay too much to think of doing it for fun - I would ruin my life, and fast.
The Trial of Grasses is kind of a defining moment in a witcher’s life.
Thats really my only beef at the moment with the choice, but I’ve been awake for over 48 hours so I’m not thinking too clearly at the moment.
As an American who has worked night shift for too long… I’m sick of “breakfast” foods.
Bacon, eggs, some carb, maybe spice it up by adding salsa or some shit?
Nah, sorry.
I’ve had my fill.
8am is dinner time for me. I want steak, burgers, pasta, a fucking meal.
I used to live in the “city” or at least, suburbs. I could find something.
Moved to rural fly over state recently. I’d rather not eat than shove another form of egg down my gullet.
Realistically, I found left handed opponents to be more difficult to compete against.
It took me longer to learn their body movements that would indicate a strike, and where they are aiming. It wast just less intuitive.
Also, fencing a little person was a somewhat unique experience. Totally threw me off my game.
Thank you, this reference is why I clicked into the comments.
I’m not clinical, but I worked in medical IT off and on.
The shit I would hear from clinical staff.
Had a senior surgeon call me because his application was frozen. Cool, cool, lets get that going - wait - you’re what - palpating a child’s heart to keep it beating in rhythm? There are back ups upon back ups for anything IT related in that scenario. Don’t call your overnight helpdesk with that shit, have your nurse write it down on paper. Fuck.
Most traumatic IT call I’ve ever had. Didn’t even care to solve his IT issue, just focused on patient care. My 20 something ass with a few years behind the desk told him to focus on the patient’s LIFE first and foremost, we can talk later.
Always great for an interview question though - how do you respond under stress? Well, lol…
I’d feel safer at a waffle house deep in the hood, wearing a red shirt while everyone else had blue on.