I'm thinking the PD is off, but that's not supposed to be this bad if its off by 2mm. So now I need to send my glasses back to zenni to hopefully get a new pair in a month. It's bullshit. And for what? I don't even fucking need glasses. I'm near-sighted anyway. What, you want me to look at something over there? I'll just walk up to it, you fool. I have the power of locomotion, a gift that I don't take for granted, by the way. Why would I try to read text that's across the room? I can use a computer, I just need to sit a little closer. You know what? This glasses bullshit is a scam anyway. I paid 65 bucks and I'm still going to get screwed. I got the fancy filters on the lenses, I bet that's what did it. Too many filters, if I scraped them off I would be right as rain. You can see them in the light, a blue one and pink one. They gotta go. fuck glasses. Communism wouldn't allow this rent seeking from my eyes. Every year new pair, new bullshit to deal with. I already struggle to see with two (2!) other eye related disabilities, I should just get a braille keyboard and forget out sight. I don't need it. I don't need to see to smell flowers, hear a symphony, or fuck your mom. Sight is probably the most overrated sense in the world. You know what is the most underrated? Proprioception. You ever lose that? Because I have. In both of my hands. That was fucking hell. I would take being blinded any day of the week over going through that again. Eyes ain't shit. It's just hte bain forgetting it's place as the lump inside my skull. They are putting the eyes in scientific diagrams of the brain now, they have been elevated far above their station and I am taking a stand against them. Fuck eyes. Fuck glasses. Fuck opticians. Fuck Zenni. Fuck luxottica. I wrote this whole thing without glasses and you can't even tell because glasses are bullshit.
KnilAdlez
This a wild story. It has everything: a dying father, small business tyrants, and corrupt cops. Cr1tikal has a summary here.
I fear searching for 'goon'
Edit: Thinking about starting an OnlyFatales 
I was sitting in my office, working late, when an interesting video came up on my youtube feed. It was the entirety of a mid '90's cartoon called Fish Police. I watched the first episode to get a hint at what the show was like.
It was a show about a fish named Gil. He was a detective for the police precinct in some fictional underwater city. I watched, rapt, in this vehicle for fish-based wordplay. Reminded me of a few other pieces of media.
- Darkwing Duck, another mid-90's cartoon and
- MOUSE: P.I. For Hire, a recent video game that copied the style of rubber hose animation.
What did all 3 have in common? Outside of pet protagonists and a penchant for puns? They were all rooted in the hard-boiled detective, film noir style. Curious.
This trend has continued up to today. There will soon be a whole show dedicated to a film noir version of spiderman, played by Nic Cage. The greatest casting choice of the decade. Even on the internet, it seems as though nowadays any time someone wants to make a video that contains the slightest amount of investigation, they use the trappings of this genre to do so. I turned on the Coffeezilla video I was watching before all this to be proven correct in the hypothesis immediately.
But this didn't just start in the 90's. I discovered a large spate of books and movies made in the 1940's and 50's that used this exact style. This rabbit hole is deeper than I thought, and goes straight to the heart of American culture.
I began getting my pin board set up to get to the bottom of this, when my Partner walked in the room. They needed a ride to work. They were in their uniform, black pants and a button-up for their job as a concierge at a local hotel. Perhaps not the most showy clothes but their beautiful smile made up for it. I swear if my parents divorce hadn't done my head in all those years ago, I'd propose on the spot. My office, being a spare bedroom in our apartment, was easily accessible though I asked not be disturbed while I'm working. They were understanding but they reminded me I had already committed to driving them. Checkmate.
I guess this mystery will have to wait...
We open on you, the intrepid adventurers, stumbling out of the inn. The dry air stings your nostrils as the morning sun burns your eyes. Your worst nightmares would be a welcome relief from this hangover.
You wander up to the job board outside the guild's headquarters, hoping to find a way to get enough gold to cover last night's tab. There is only one notice pinned. You tear the old dry paper off of the wall and find some shade to read it in. After settling down, you see the job is posted from a member of the artificer's guild. It reads as follows.
"NOTICE OF EMPLOYMENT: Seeking adventurer(s) to serve as night watchmen for my workshop. Recent criminal activity have lead to a need of increased security. Enter through back. Will pay 50 gold. -- Fregous Fastspear"
Do you accept the job?
[[YES]]
Come dusk, you wander into the back of the workshop. The air is wet and oily. You find yourself in a dimly lit room. A small fan circulates the air on it's own, with no need of an external hand to provide motion. A small box sits at a desk. Light dances from it's surface.
[Roll for perception: 4]
You can make no sense of what the light could mean.
As you begin to make sense of your surroundings, the door behind you slams shut. It seems you'll be stuck here for the night no matter what. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, a mechanical ringing can be heard.
ringgggg
ringgggg
rigggggg
click
"Hello? Hello Hello?" A tinny voice calls out. "Uh… I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night.
Um… I actually worked in that office before you.
I'm…finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact, so… ‥I know it can be a bit overwhelming.
But I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about.
Uh, you'll do fine.
So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week, okay?
Uh, let's see.
First there's an introductory greeting from the artificer, that I'm supposed to read.
Uh, i-it's kind of a legal thing, you know.
Um, 'Welcome to Freggy Fastspear's Pizza.'
'A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.'
Uh, the constructs here… ‥do get a bit quirky at night..."
The voice trails off.
Roll for initiative.
Sony took another L on piracy litigation, ISPs or other technologies cannot be sued for allowing pirates (assuming they are not intentionally selling piracy as part of the product).
Considering going to jupiter on boysright to take care of it.
I want to get off spotify, but I want a way to discover new music, and be notified of new music from bands I listen to. I don't want ads, and I'm fine with piracy so long it is a relatively painless experience. Something like stremio but for music.
My dream service would be one that could recommend music based on a given song, and provide details about the artist and things. And even better version would have an API I could tap into so I could connect the service to music assistant. Hell I'll make a (mostly) locally hosted version of the spotify dj if I can.
I don't really feel that the prices are 'exceptional', But if things keep going in this direction, the price will go back to normal.
IMO the price is going to crash a little and stop over and over for the next year or so as the RAM cartel does some market fuckery to try to maintain its profits.
from whereismyram.com
truthfully, I'm not sure I trust the math behind this website, but I still like to see it
This meme is for 5 people and I am one of them.
