you’ll never find all the bombs before they go off without me.

be glad, he saved you from a lifetime of fatherly regret.

fuck no we aren’t.

anyone who says otherwise can fight me.

“gampa, did it hurt when you died?”

Hey there, buddy. That’s a big question! When people get very old or very sick, their bodies sometimes get tired, like a toy that slowly stops working. Normal people might go and buy a new toy from Amazon with all their great prices and exceptional customer service but your old gramps couldn’t do that. When it’s time to go, it’s usually peaceful—like falling asleep after a long, fun day on a nice comfortable Saatva bed. I don’t think it hurts, because our bodies know how to let go gently. What’s important is all the love and happy memories we share. You can even go back and look at all our wonderful memories from the good people at Instagram. And even when I’m not here anymore, that love stays with you forever. Would you like to send some of those memories to your local Walgreen’s to print?

you’re looking at one aspect in a negative light.

on the flip side to your argument, maybe op travels by train 8 hours a day (4 there 4 back) and they only have one of those tiny little trays as a desk. I’d rather do something unusually instead of doing nothing boringly.

besides, wth have you done that makes your shitty opinion valid in this context?

I wrote a 16 page term paper on a Note 1 on a train while going back and forth to school. I also wrote some crappy android apps on the same phone for school. all on a crappy bluetooth keyboard and a 5.3inch screen. I think that gives me some idea of why such a thing exists.

want to know why I did it?

because:

1. I could and so I did
2. I had to because I was broke af in college and didn’t have a device at home that could do half the shit my phone could
3. I had the time on the train so why not use it

so, to put it bluntly, I think it’s pretty fucking applicable here.

we don’t do things because we need to. we do things because we can.

playing doom on a iPod or Zune is completely awful. so why does it exist? because someone willed it into existence. why? because they could.

Not really animated but not really not-animated.

The Fuccons. they’re Fuccon fantastic!

edit: I did some more digging on The Fuccons and they were a short episodic skit on a longer running Japanese show called “Vermilion Pleasure Night”. it’s a really good representation of early 2000s adult entertainment humor highly niche but entertaining enough with dark humor.

I hate AI about as much as you do, but this pic is scratching an itch I’ve had for forty-ish years.

I’ve been awake so long I gave myself a heart condition.

Same here. I made my bed with it though.

I have a “work phone”. it sits at my desk. I’ll answer it when I’m there, otherwise I don’t get called.

I can’t (pronounced won’t) install any work shit on my personal phone because I run e/os and it isn’t compatible with their policies. 🤷 oopsies.

fuck em. I’ve been giving them 4 hours a day for months now, after giving them over a decade of 15-18 hour days.

great, now do teams.

nobody should have to use that ugly useless piece of shit for anything.

IDK why everyone is shitting on Katy Perry and frankly, I feel vindicated for shitting on her since I knew she was a cunt.

fun fact, businesses operate without power by using battery operated calculators and inventory pads.

every minute a business isn’t in operation is a cost to the business.

I worked at Super Walmart decades ago. power went out for the whole town. the main HV lines collapsed after a tornado.

mgmt marked all the ice cream down 80% and we were still checking customers out on generators.

reduce risk, increase profits, mitigate losses. the only bad opportunity is the one you ignore.

by god we sold almost every tub of ice cream in an hour.

sounded really dismissive to me.

that’s right, no reason to do anything about it. let’s just continue to fester in our own shit.

good point, I was kind of hoping for a Quantum Leap thing though.

just a near-endless cycle of saving peoples lives.

Sometimes I fantasize about using a time machine to top normal people from dying.

go back and stop Elisa Lam, or stop some random person from getting killed in a dark alley, or talk to someone just long enough to stop them from causing a multi-fatality accident.

first thing I thought of.

he’s right. I don’t have any friends.

because I refuse to use his shitty platform and every human I have came in contact with for my entire life is so hollow and selfish they can’t interact with a human being without some form of technology.

so I come on lemmy and harass fascist supporting scum as a hobby.

no, I think they’re saying clowns come in it.