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  • SirSamuel@lemmy.worldtolinuxmemes@lemmy.worldBtw, I don't use Arch
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    46 minutes ago

    So if you’ve played Rimworld it’ll feel familiar. Much more complex but part of that complexity is because you can traverse the Z axis, and make multi-level fortresses. I don’t think Tarn has ever recoded to allow multi thread processing, so everything runs on a single CPU core (my info may be out of date). If that’s still the case, then the end of every fortress (that doesn’t succumb to a mood spiral or a were-beast or an elf invasion or the circus or forgetting to pack an anvil or vampires or a cavern collapse) is fps death. Usually from cats. But remember, losing is fun!






  • I think the word you’re looking for is ruminate. The word comes from ruminant animals like cows, who partially digest fibrous plants, regurgitate them, and “chew cud”. Which is what we do when we regurgitate negative memories.

    My tool, which works for me but i am not a mental health expert, is this:

    When i find that I’ve entered a ruminant thought cycle, I’ll start asking these questions and working through it logically

    • Does this memory have something beneficial to teach me in this moment?
    • Can I learn any more from this memory?
    • The moment is in the past, and I’m alive here and now
    • I am the only one who still remembers
    • This memory is no longer useful, I will think about something else
    • I’ll think about something now, because I’m alive now

    I’m sorry your psychologist was ineffective. A good one can be hard to find


  • Too right.

    My parents were all up in my business about my work, what I was doing, who I was seeing, and I felt smothered. Now I can see they just missed me and wanted to know about my life. Since we weren’t sitting around the table taking about our day the only way they could catch up was calling me. I didn’t realize how much their lives changed as I and my siblings moved out. All I could see was my future ahead, moving forward, out of the nest. Their entire lives and routines were being upended after 20 years.

    They’re in their 80s now. Dad’s on the decline, I don’t think we’ll have him much longer. I hope OP can get some balance and perspective. Life is too short to hold into resentment



  • As with the lowest posts in this thread, this will not be popular, but I’ll say it anyway.

    I’m not concerned. Not because I think everything is fine. It’s because it’s not been fine for a long long time. Now the curtain is being pulled back and everyone can see the reality that’s always been there. Privilege just means private law, and the president is the most privileged person in the US. As time moves forward the window dressing is removed and we can see reality for what it really is. It reminds me of This Vicious Cabaret:

    But the backdrop’s peel and the sets give way and the cast gets eaten by the play / There’s a murderer at the Matinee, there are dead men in the aisles / And the patrons and actors too are uncertain if the show is through / And with side-long looks await their cue but the frozen mask just smiles.












  • Yeah those cases are sad. I tend to just say my prices really high, and if they persist in wanting me to come out I suddenly don’t have availability because of the “big government project” I’ve been hired to do. Even if they were worth the trouble of all the follow-up “someone broke in, you have to fix my locks” calls that inevitably come, I couldn’t in good conscience take their money.

    Last time it happened a lady wanted me to install Schlage Primus deadbolts on her house because her neighbor was “breaking in and moving things to mess with me”. I gave her a quote that was 5x higher than it should have been. I kid you not, she said, “Okay, but I’ll have to wait a couple of weeks to get the money. My husband said I couldn’t change the locks anymore and that this is all in my head.” Poor lady. I saved her number so I wouldn’t forget if she called again, but I never heard from her. Hopefully she got the help she needed, but probably she got divorced and is living on the streets.