reblog for noises.

Weird cat

In-home monitoring.

this goes out to all the stardew heads…… ive been in Farming Lockdown since the update came out

Reblogged for third wheel Abigail, sorry.

Star Wars plays Abilene, Texas, 1977.

Bad year to make a WWII historical.

yes i did level the entire city. but in my defense it was because I had to hit the launch button in order to save an ant shuffling across it. My intention was to save the ant. I merely allowed the missiles to launch. By the doctrine of double effect, everything is basically fine

It isn't a button. It's two keys, worn around the necks of two separate people. The keyholes are far enough apart that one person can't operate both. An insect walking across the console is insufficient to start WWIII, sorry.

a funny thing about game development is your game can have hundreds of thousands of eyeballs on it playing it daily and yet once in a while someone messages you like "hey it seems you inadvertently gave these 2 upgrades the same flavor text" and that's the first person to bring it to your attention in the 6 years it's been in the game

Reminder that Raphael BG3's sales pitch is identical, every time he says it, no matter who he's talking to.

(I'm not even sure you're supposed to get it more than once?)

(Trying to get the soul of someone whose entire culture is built around killing mind flayers, and who is 125% certain her bros at the creche will fix her right up. Good luck with that, Rafe.)

"Let's give the players vertigo. As, like, an extra challenge."

if they made a dungeon keeper-type online game where you build trap-filled levels for NPCs to venture through and then released a completely unrelated first-person RPG that advertises "endless handcrafted dungeon-delving" but secretly draws its level data from what players built in the first game how soon do you think people would notice

"Well, somebody's read Grimtooth's."

This is how I was born

I have that machine, or one like it. There are actual physical analog buttons to manage the light show. You can't turn it off: best you can do is set it to an inoffensive blue-white and tun the blinking off.

reddit is still free. also tbh good riddance for the op

edit for everyone who is confused: shart is shadowheart, people shorten her name that way as a joke on reddit

>Play naked.

Half those characters need armor to do their jobs though.

Robert Delaunay (French, 1885–1941) - Rythme circulaire, oil on canvas, 254 x 301 cm (1937)

How much do you think one would need in investments to live off passive income where one buys some thousand dollar plot of land in New Mexico and lives in a storage shed? Just enough for food and medicine right? There are cheap plots of land in walking distance of places you can buy food and medicine. I think about this pretty much every day. Ever since I started investing in an index fund around a year ago. Would the suck of not having electricity and plumbing (well presumably I would be able to charge up my phone and laptop on grocery runs) be more or less than the suck of having to work for a living? I have enough invested for my fifty dollar a month medicine, just not for food yet...

i think it's cheaper to find some squat in a city somewhere and live like a pauper there rather than living like a pauper in the desert.

I believe owning one's own land makes police interactions as well as the prospect of suddenly having to move much less likely. And being not near people makes criminal interactions less likely. Worth the five bucks a year or whatever it is in property taxes. This is just an idle fantasy of mine. Currently wouldn't do it even if I had the money, though that could change.

you're supposed to be initiating criminal interactions. that's the point of this lifestyle.

I believe the point of this lifestyle is freedom from cognitive load.

I too have contemplated this. OP if you figure out how to make this work let us know.

just join a monastery

They tell you what to do. Bad. Plus in the desert you can fuck if you want to. Some people will totally have sex in your desert hut if you figure out a solution to showering (which would be a necessary condition of living in the desert hut for me anyway) and you venture once in a while into the social world with sufficient swagger.

having to decide what to do is the cause of cognitive load. when you are told what to do, there's no cognition required. what's not clicking, brother?

I think if you're a normie? Whatever's going on with me it's the opposite of this.

it sounds to me like you're yeomanpilled. unfortunately commercial industrial agriculture has (afaict) completely upended modern society to the point where a 'farmer' is now a type of professional tax evader, and fucking off from the city to be a homesteader, traditionally a useful societal release valve, is no longer plausible (which is maybe good because in many cases (again afaict) 'homesteading' is what you call imperialism on the ground (literally))

No, farming is a lot of work, the point is not to work. Farming would be significantly more work than my current job. I am sitting-around-all-day-reading-pilled.

right, this sounds a lot more like avoiding not cognitive load, but load in the sense of a buffalo or yak or mule or some beast of this nature.

right. how much capital do you need to own to buy your freedom from the anunnaki slavers that rule the world as a vast plantation?

the standard advice is to find the number that your annual expenses are three percent of. if you can live on federal minimum wage, you need about half a million saved.

A YMCA or other health club membership will take care of showers, etc., although this precludes moving *too* far out into the sticks.

we have an academy charged with creating the ideal philosophical language. sometimes the philosophical language is obv not english but other times it is. which creates problems. because english is the language of a culture, its words have their own definitions, etc. there are even mythological creatures that rely on the words. why wouldn't there be? people learn some words of the philosophical language in school.

sometimes the academy pushes an update to the philosophical language and deletes a mythological creature by accident. mythology is entirely outside their magisterium - they're philosophers, not priests or poets - but it's also downstream of it. so some inscrutable thing rolls over somewhere and deletes a minor god. of course people get mad about it! he was a minor god, but aren't all our gods worth protecting? our children won't grow up with our lore...

then other people get mad at the first people for not respecting the supremacy of natural philosophers, for thinking something as silly as myth could ever matter. for being so paranoid that maybe they don't like this business of a linguistic academy at all. words mean what their speakers say they mean, not what some academy somewhere wants it to mean. why should a hierarchy of people you've never met tell you what your words mean? why should we have an academy at all? what is this, the continent?

it's entirely inconsequential, of course, unless you have an opinion on myth, or on the supremacy of the philosophers, or on the relative merits of democracy and oligarchy.

All I know is, the small deity that used to live under my fridge went away, and it's too quiet here without them. Bring them back, please.

Have you played DALLAS : The Television Rolepalying Game

By James Dunnigan

Playing through scenarios, mostly as a character from Dallas. Seduction is an actual stat (along with Coersion, Persuasion, and Investigation, as well as Power and Luck)

This dumb thing has always been a personal favourite of mine. It was the second tabletop roleplaying game ever to be based on a popular media license (the first, of course, being Star Trek), and features a number of notable game-mechanical innovations for its era, including the earliest known example of a formal "social combat" framework, as well as a rudimentary form of troupe play, in which each player takes on the roles of multiple characters drawn from a common pool.

(Unfortunately, the Venn diagram of prime-time soap opera fans and tabletop RPG players in 1980 had effectively zero overlap. Eighty thousand copies of the game were produced, of which only a few hundred were ever sold; the publisher subsequently went bankrupt.)