Do you have any earthly idea how many of those "people" are bots now? Let yourself get worked-up by engagement-bait if you insist, but no-one-else is obligated to check-out places that are well-known for being places one goes to piss-off others or find something to get pissed-off about. Your "hobby" of engaging with and spreading it without substantiation vs reality doesn't make you "more aware", it just makes you part of the problem.

Nah, its better to have hindsight in your corner, and realize what you need to do to save your soul, sanity, and be on the right side of history is to either leave, with as many innocents as you can, or start breaking things. Make them kill you if you can't stop them in their tracks.

If you're rational enough to be weighing it out like-so, maintaining objectivity and pragmatism past the point of the absurd, "picking Nazi" is still not an option. Even just holding "you idiots are worse than Nazis" in your repertoire is a waste of words and thought. The only worthwhile conversation left no longer requires words at all.

Best result probably looks like Mars. Worst Venus. Either way, survival looks like trying to scrub the planet of any evidence you were ever there as you flee the solar-system in shame, or starting an Empire premised entirely on keeping others away from the home system, for fear of being outed. Maybe both.

Survivable Errors, sure, and right now we're still leaning-toward missing any opportunities to survive at a meaningful scale.

I've seen so many different versions of this in the last week. Blonde chick was the only one I've seen next to the original, like at least this one almost got the "credit where it's due" part right, but generally, I prefer the thicker, older-looking versions I've seen, even though the whole premise just makes me think "yep, it's hard to go wrong with skin and ink".

Gamers? I didn't even play this one. I never would have made the connection with the orignial without the side-by-side version, but I'm glad to get to see it again.

That, my dear friend, is called Meth.

IME, rentals had shit quality, unless you were one of the first few people to rent that movie. Still watchable, mind you, but the software for ripping back then would hang on the mildest errors.

My guess was that most of the high quality torrents back then were ripped by people who bought or stole New-in-box discs, or employees at stores that rented or sold them, an don't forget Screeners.

Other people's properties!

I always knew I would get uploaded in the singularity. "Mostly because the normies decided its un-ethical to let me die" was not on my Bingo card though. Oh lookie, a shortcut to the Torment Nexus!!

Sure, blame the kids. Not like that's exactly what previous generations have done or anything. All I see here is more blame-shifting and passing the buck.

Its always confounded me that, somewhere along the line, Simping:Spending time and money to let a stranger on the internet know you think she's pretty and you likely see romance as transactional, got conflated with "Simping": having the guts and sincerity to compliment a woman in-person, without reservation or expectation of reward.

Like, what? How did that become a thing?

Little I have seen here has made me regret subscribing anywhere close to this much. Some poor woman not only slept with, but married that piece of shit. Let's hope that last line in green is spot on.

Where did they get the idea that that's a more respectable response?

EDIT: Doesn't/shouldn't work for their liability either. Vocabulary fail on my part.

Wait. Are you under the impression that that flimsy 1.5in tube-steel, the steps leading up to it, and the sheet-metal platform connected to that are somehow load-bearing for the Ferris Wheel itself?

This setup all rides on/is a trailer with outriggers like you'll find on construction equipment.

Sure, that's all hidden by the platform that's literally there for no other reason than to support the riders as they enter and leave the ride, but if your county inspectors don't know to check the outriggers first, you've got problems, so many problems, none of which have anything to do with these particular carnies.

Edit: One of the outriggers, one of several, promise, to the right of the stair. You'll notice there is no BS between it and the ground, as it itself is height-adjustable.

Bad fit for this community. He's right. The entrepeneur world is full of the wrong sorts of people to be starting businesses, unless your only criteria for "success" is getting bought-out early for a ridiculous amount, letting all the employees go, and telling existing customers to go fuck themselves.

Those with a legitimate problem to solve tend to have the will and motivation to see that it, or more likely whatever small portion they've figured out, stays solved, at least for a good while.

As "The IT Guy", having to call another with this shit is the stuff of nightmares. Like, are you suuure you can't just make me look like a fool and get this over with so we can both move on with our days?

... the time to do this shit has long been upon us. Who gives a fuck what they can do, until they do it? As an American, I'm begging you, put up or shut-up.

I didn't vote for the baby in office, and I would gladly suffer to see his toys taken away by the adults.

Not that he's not reselling them, but paying a 9% tax for every single item you posses beyond $500 in value every time you cross the border is just absurd. Remind me to never take my laptop, phone, or a decent camera anywhere near Singapore.

All that aside, I thought the idea of customs and import duties was versus new items, not things that can be picked-up at a second-hand store or pawn shop. If he provided itemized receipts, would they even believe him if the prices weren't high-enough? ... or were "too old"?

Joke's on them. Ignoring it is the easy part. Guilt doesn't help. Meds do.

Meanwhile, constant anxiety kills you young. Imagine being so obsessed with being useful that you don't live long enough to pull it off.