Fruit is mostly sugar and water. That’s the food. The cellulose is just the container; you don’t need to digest that, you just shit it with the seeds.
Fruit is mostly sugar and water. That’s the food. The cellulose is just the container; you don’t need to digest that, you just shit it with the seeds.
Having to work for a living is already an extremely sad and dark lifestyle. It’s inherently monstrous and inhumane, and antithetical to being a healthy individual psychologically, emotionally, and physically.
Compared to that, any hypothetical negative effects from sex work are as irrelevant as spitting into the sea.
And, frankly, sex work seems healthier, easier, and less emotionally taxing than most other alternatives, buck for buck, so if you’re gonna get fucked anyway it might as well be non-metaphorically.
Still made of undigestable cellulose, toxins, and whatever chemical horrors we’ve sprayed on top to kill any insect that has managed to evolve a resistance to said toxins.
I editted all my comments, replacing whatever the text was for a message telling that greedy little pigboy to go fuck himself, and to train his AI on that. Every single one that I could find, because Reddit history sucks as much as its search.
Cows have four stomachs and rechew their food for hours for a reason. Leafy greens are not proper food. (Plus, they’re full of toxins, both from pesticides and from the plants trying to kill anything that eats them, and tasting as horrible as possible to dissuade animals from eating them.)
The only edible parts of the plant are fruits, which are intended for animals to eat them so that they’ll spread the seeds.
Maybe they were referring to Kelsey…?
And, by extension, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Melinda May, aka The Cavalry.
Or, if Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. isn’t Disney enough for you, Fennec Shand might do.
Couldn’t tell a man from a plucked chicken.
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It’s a casino heist movie, you uncultured swine.
Also, lazyness and procrastination.
Photons move at the speed of light relative to the observer, regardless of the observer’s speed.
If we’re going physics-accurate, you wouldn’t be blind, though you’d probably be a black hole (for a very brief time, before you evaporated due to Hawking radiation).
Photocopy of a photocopy.
Or, in more modern terms, JPEG of a JPEG.
I’m sure we can find volunteers willing to kill themselves once they’re done with the killing. 🤷♂️
True, I should’ve probably waited for the community patch that’ll fix these issues.
And yet, every other game I’ve tried so far (including several with better graphics) actually worked out of the box without requiring Windows or even driver updates, or having to spend ages compiling shaders. 🤷♂️
Yeah, probably, though computers take space, and electricity… though, admittedly, these days you can probably run a mail server on a raspberry pi (if you can get your hands on one) powered by a potato… 🤔
The plan sort of was to eventually (once I can afford a new machine) move everything to VMs, with GPU pass through for the gaming one (I can’t afford a dedicated gaming machine — nor have the space for it — and I want something I can easily reset to a clean installation in case of Denuvo and similar malware without messing with my work software), but moving the servers and firewall to a small dedicated machine might indeed be a more realistic (and maybe even cheaper) approach…
“Graphics card not supported.”
Find out I have to update Windows.
Hadn’t updated since around 2018 and everything worked fine, but OK, fine, let’s try it.
Can’t figure out how to reenable Windows update (it kept trying to come back, like a dog swallowing and revomiting its own puke, so at some point I’d disabled it with extreme prejudice, and it seems it stuck).
Manage to find a Microsoft tool that’ll update Windows 10 to the latest version without going through Windows update.
Upgrade assistant does its thing and at seventy-something percent complains VirtualBox isn’t compatible and must be uninstalled. Yeah, not doing that, got my family’s mail server in there. I was only 2 major versions behind, shouldn’t’ve been a problem, but all right, have it your way.
Update VirtualBox, looks like Upgrade assistant is finally happy, after a couple aeons Windows is updated.
“Graphics card not supported.” Fuck. You.
Update graphics drivers (couple more aeons; in for a penny, in for a pounding).
While Nvidia does its thing, try to start the VMs in the new version of VirtualBox. “Can’t start operating system”. Well, fuck.
Eventually figure out that at some point around version 6 VHD support got fubared and Oracle never fixed it. This is why I don’t update.
Start converting VHD disks to VDIs, which should fix it. What’s a few more aeons between friends.
While I’m at it the drivers finish updating. Try to start the game again, third time’s the charm.
Fans reach take off speed! Main screen goes black! Logos start showing! It lives!
“Compiling 1 of 7000 shaders”
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System grinds to a halt. Finally manage to open program manager and kill the game. Probably shouldn’t have started it while I was migrating the virtual disks. (The fact that it’s a 980ti probably doesn’t help either, but hey, it’s worked perfectly till now, including with Cyberpunk 2077 and Baldur’s Gate 3, and by jingo it’ll work with Starfield).
“It just works.”
Anyway, meanwhile the disks finish migrating, and at least now the VMs work. Update the VirtualBox extensions just to be sure, reboot the VM…
Black screen.
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Find out at some point the display drivers got fubared for Windows 2003 / XP and Oracle never fixed it. Manage to start the VM in safe mode and uninstall the VirtualBox extensions; after fixing the display settings, it sort of works again. Yay. Second VM is staying with v5.x extensions, thank you very much.
Say what you want about Bethesda (they almost certainly deserve it), but at least they ain’t Oracle.
Sigh.
Gonna eat something, relax a bit, and leave the game to compile shaders while I sleep.
With luck, tomorrow it’ll be done, and it’ll just work.
As professor Farnsworth said when asked how many atmospheres the Planet Express ship could withstand: “Well, it’s a spaceship, so I’d say anywhere between zero and one”.
We’ve got an extremely short amount of time. A mere few decades, if we’re lucky. And only a fraction of those with our full faculties. For most of our lives we’re children, old and decrepit, sleeping, doing basic maintenance chores required for living (eating, shitting, cleaning ourselves and our environment, etc.) or sick (if we’re lucky the later is a small fraction… but a lot of people aren’t that lucky).
That leaves us precious little time to actually live our life. To enjoy ourselves. To share with our loved ones. And then we have to go and spend a vast majority of that already insufficient fraction earning the right to keep surviving (or more than a majority; an increasing percentage of people have to spend not only all their available healthy free time working, but also an ever larger amount of the time we’re sick, or old). That includes not only the time wasted working as such, but also the time spent going to work and back (for which most of us don’t get paid), or acquiring the tools needed to be able to work and get to work (car, gas, work appropriate attire, and so on; which also come off of our surviving another day budget).
That is evidently horrible. Monstrous. Inhumane.
You can argue that we should find jobs we enjoy, but that’s only possible for a statistically irrelevant lucky minority… and even then most of said minority isn’t able to choose what portion of their time to spend working, so they’re still not free to enjoy themselves as they should.
You can argue that it’s the human condition, that it’s just how we’re made. But it’s not. We evolved to be hunter-gatherers, not office or factory workers. And hunting and gathering are hard work, sure, but they’re healthier, they can be done on your own schedule, and they leave a surprising amount of free time, much more than we can afford now. Our bodies and minds didn’t evolve to be able to support our current lifestyle (or workstyle, rather, since it can hardly be called life) without breaking down. We’re not only wasting what little time we have, but we’re hurting and killing ourselves in the process.
You could argue that tough luck, there’s nothing we can do about it, and going back to a hunter-gatherer lifestyle is obviously not possible given the amount of people on the planet. But while it’s true that we can’t go back, it’s also a fact that we’re producing much more resources than we’d need to be able to comfortably sustain every person on the planet (and throwing a vast portion of them away). We have the means to automate practically every job. We could become a post-scarcity society if we wanted to. But our society isn’t built around people (much less around people’s wellbeing), it’s not even built around corporations; it’s built around the blind pursuit of short term stockholder profits (have you never considered how utterly monstrous and dehumanising the term “human resources” is? we’re not people, we’re not even workers… we’re mere resources to be ground and processed into profit, and discarded once all profit has been extracted from our carcasses.
It’s monstrous. It’s Inhumane. And if left unchecked it will continue until the time we can physically dedicate to earning our right to exist isn’t enough to pay for the cost of our survival (which might take a while; the bastards are looking for ways to exploit lucid dreaming to make us work in our sleep), and either society collapses or we are forced to rise and fight for our right to exist and be human.