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Almost certainly we're now back at it again. This time it was not the spring equinox, but the switch to daylight savings. 😑🪛

cluster headache torture domination 🤕

“epstein class is iranian propaganda” is definitely something i’d expect the epstein class to say

Windows 11 has an updated Minesweeper game

The South ending Reconstruction and plunging their populations into a backward looking culture and economy until it was forced to modernize by the Civil Rights movement is imo a very clean parallel.

winnie the pooh is sitting on the floor in a room ALT: winnie the pooh is sitting on the floor in a room

The belief in trans rights entering the median voters body as Trump makes gas cost $8/gallon

walmart wont be nice to jeese

I'm still so affected by Danya's passing.

Title: "Unprepared for a Regrettable Luncheon! (With apologies to Kelly)" In the visual style of famed The Onion cartoonist Stan Kelly, Superintendent Chalmers is having lunch with Principal Skinner, who is menacingly placing a tray of hamburgers and fries upon the table, which greatly upsets Chalmers. Beneath one of the hamburgers is a wrapper bearing the text "Obviously grilled fast food". Chalmers [labelled as "Disappointed guests"]: "B-but... I thought we were having steamed CLAMS!!" Skinner [labelled as "Isometric exercising* odd fellows" - the asterisk refers to a footnote reading "Latest fad"]: "Oh, no, I made STEAMED HAMS™®! ©1996 Skinner family All rights reserved" From within the clouds of smoke billowing from Skinner's kitchen (wherein an American flag can be seen burning) three heavenly beings gaze upon the scene disapprovingly: A pig labelled "Actual hams", Krusty the clown, labelled "Hard-working patent-holders", and a teenaged fry-cook labelled "Ignored sandwich artists". Lady Liberty peeks in the door and sheds a sad tear at this woeful scene. Kelly's obligatory artist cameo has him disgruntledly commenting "Seymour-a bore-e-malice."

Steamed Hams but it's a Kelly comic

(Yup that's right I still make "Steamed Hams but..." memes)
#simpsons #kelly #steamedhams

Taser Chess Teaches Valuable Lessons the Hard Way Hackaday Article

Taser Chess Teaches Valuable Lessons the Hard Way

It's worth noting that when Hans was interviewed after that staggering upset, he simply replied "Chess speaks for itself" and stormed off. SuperGMs are famously awful at interviews but that was above and beyond, especially given the drama that'd follow that game.

Hans Niemann got a massive unexpected win against Magnus Carlsen in a tournament and Carlsen withdrew from it, implicitly accusing him of cheating. A dude in xQc's chat jokingly speculated a way you could smuggle a cheating device into a tournament was with vibrating anal beads. Rest is history.

‼️ THIS CHARACTER IS A BOY AND USES HE/HIM PRONOUNS ‼️

real bee reposting hours

Diane, 11:30 am, February 24.
Entering the town of Twin Peaks.

A tribute piece I did for David Lynch and his boys early this year.

i take my duties as a plex server host too seriously to do it but i live with the knowledge i could cut the suicidal death drive penguin from Encounters at the End of the World into the server's copy of March of the Penguins and radically reshape the childhood of any of my friend's kids

honestly for most people who aren't doing programming, design, or fighting to the death with .yaml files, the basic text editors work well.

just used vim to do something otherwise mildly annoying

Double word...

If I've said Gojira and Agalloch was lifesaving when I was 18–20, then I think I can call this lifesaving too.

It means so much to me to do something that other people can enjoy. It's why I have so much trouble cooking when it is only myself. I shouldn't completely neglect myself to keep doing it, but I really should stick with it.

It turns out there's a kind of substance involved in how you exactly made your reward mechanism fire. It turns out if I do this in a way that is genuine and not cheating, it leaves me feeling actually satiated. I even have something to be proud of, and something others actually think well of me for.

It might sound ridiculous, but getting into homelabbing with the NAS, my $12 a year VPS, now a little proxmox box and two raspi's I have intentions with, an old one I have to figure out purpose for... It gives my life a lot of meaning again. I want to dare say that I'm happy doing this.

But that's not very likely. That's a thing I am paranoid and fearful of, but I am fear less fearful of it lately. I've been coming to terms with what happened. I no longer constantly explain it to people because I can barely process it myself and keep repeating to wrap my mind around it.

The only way I see, so far, for that to happen, is if my cluster headaches somehow become way more aggressive and not even aggressive use of tryptamines, phenethylamines, or even the subpar shit from the pharmacy will offer prophylaxis. How do the people for whom oxygen doesn't work just continue?

By always keeping it on the list of things to resolve our suffering but making sure everything comes first, we can responsibly assure ourself that we're at least trying to make fucking something work. We'll always be able to find something to try. If somehow we run out of things to try, we can do it

But the argument I use is still the one that works, at least for myself. I don't think it's wrong to want or even carry through with that, but I have an intellectual responsibility to try everything first. It will always be available, but the finality of it means it has to be your very last Plan Z.

What an embarrassing kind of act. Procrastinating even my suicide to some then-far-off deadline and repeatedly reminding everyone of that intention since I was 16, desired since as far back as 11 at least.

But it was. It was me being a bad person.
I'm still alive despite the fact I'm this haggard age, a third through my expected lifespan, likely half with how I treat my body.
There isn't any grand resolution for me to make. I'm just supposed to not do that to people anymore.

And yet, I'm still alive, despite all I have spent so long saying. And there is a stupid impulse in me, claiming, deliriously and so myopically, that it would somehow redeem how much I abused people around me if I carried through. Because then it wouldn't've been pointless emotional flailing.