You’re not wrong, lol

In the limited time I’ve played, I noticed no bugs. I’m the kind of “player” who tries to break the game or at least the experience. The last time I hopped on was about a year ago, I played for about 2 hours, and everything was flawless.

What I didn’t love is how. much. fucking. time. is. wasted. sitting. on. a. ship. Soooooooooo sloooooooooowwwwwwwww.

If more of the ship mechanics they’ve proposed (sabotage, engineering, repairs) make it into the game, I’ll likely sing a different tune.

For the most part, the game feels like a very very interactive waiting room before the actual gameplay loads.

Personal note: I’m annoyed to no end that you can drink soda cans, crush them, and throw them, but no one ever reacts when you hit them with one and no one trips on them. My priorities are peculiar but consistent.

That’s a very fair point!

All that being said, it’s a pretty fun game, kinda cool that it’s always evolving, and I’m not upset that I paid $45 to enjoy the gameplay I’ve had. The people who regularly play it seem a little skeezy, though, so that part kinda sucks…

I’ve been on Linux as my primary OS for around a year now. I’m still looking for a replacement for Lightroom and camera raw that doesn’t absolutely crush any image I’m working on.

Isn’t it cheaper to stop doing business with us than to alienate the rest of the world? I mean, it sucks to be in the middle of this, but I have zero confidence that I’m going to survive the next 3 years.

Use the same cameras and AI that Musk said were gonna fully automate Tesla

God, imagine how good everything would taste of we could just get lead back into everything. Paint chips are back on the menu!

“I’m gonna punch you cuz you upset me and then we’re gonna be done, so don’t punch me back!”

Cent is 100. Like how a “C-note” is a $100 bill. Per cent is “out of 100.” 50% tariff is “out of every 100 finance units, 50 will get an additional charge.”

50 per cent(100). Percent is the same word mashed together.

I can get how it looks weird to you if you’re used to writing and reading “percent.” It’s kinda like writing “a dios”(to God) instead of “adios”(goodbye) to someone who speaks Spanish. Adios is borrowed from adieu(goodbye) in French. Adieu is the mashed up version of “a dieu”(to God fr) which is the shortened version of “a dieu vous commant”(I commend you to God), which was a proper farewell back in the old old old old days. While all versions of it are technically correct, it still looks weird to someone who always writes “adios” or “adieu.” In a similar fashion, I guess if someone wrote you “good bye” instead of “goodbye,” you’d probably think they dropped a punctuation or something.

Might as well, right? Shipping routes are about to stop going to the United States because it’s not worth dealing with our toxic government (I’m exaggerating)

I know that everyone likes to joke about RFKJ and his questionable personality, his anti-vax conspiracies, and his brain worm. But did you ever consider that maybe he is naturally a shitty asshole and this is actually the brain worm’s work?

Maybe that brain worm was just a cool little guy who used to pop out to say hi until he died. And now his positive vibes occasionally echo through RFKJ’s cesspool of a brain.

Do a flip!

Lelon Musk? Elon Mulsk? I’m gonna stick to my usual name for him: Mecha-Karen

If not for the billionaires, why do governments exist?

Huh… Recent context has really ruined jokes like this…

is coming up with objects to compare things to a job position that exists? I want to apply for that. You’d spend the day browsing databases of things by size and picking out the weirdest ones.

Yes, this was your job interview and you failed. You neglected to compare the number of rows in the databases to number of pages in, say, the entire Harry Potter series.

If you keep your license to practice up to date, you can reapply in two years.

It’s gotta be at least 2027 by now…

Thank goodness I’m unpunchable

Look at ol’ Lumpy Farts Kash

As a citizen of fucking USA, I keep expecting to wake up one morning with bombs being dropped on us. And frankly, I fully welcome the bombs. Whatever keeps my family from reliving concentration camps.

I’ve often wondered how I would have acted during the Nazi invasion of Poland. Apparently, the answer is “become paralyzed with fear and thank my luck every day that they didn’t come for me.”

I’ve spent so much of my life trying to honor my family who died in the Holocaust by teaching kids about their lives and explaining how complacency will allow it to happen again. Yet here I am, metaphorically hiding under a blanket telling myself “but if the monster comes to get me, you know I’ll get them then!”

I hate living through all this and grown to hate myself over the snivelling inactive role I play.