It’s always fun when a relative admits they don’t care about your child’s safety.

Wait a minute, that’s not the points inspector…

My guy stopped growing them and raised turtles instead,

I wish my resume looked that good.

The kill command allows you to specify which type of kill signal you want to send. -9 sends signal 9 or SIGKILL, and we’re sending it to pid 1.

That would force kill systemd, which I just have to assume will send your computer to a crashing halt.

The echo command is writing "c" to a file at /proc/sysrq-trigger which I don’t really know how it works but this suggests you’ll “crash the system without first unmounting file systems or syncing disks attached to the system.”

I haven’t installed fuck so I’m not sure how that works

I will not eat green eggs for fun,

If you try, I’ll feed you gun.

The warning shots you have ignored,

Time to send you to your lord

I don’t know if I’d call selling plasma a scam, but it doesn’t really feel like a good thing either. I know people on a fixed income where this is one of the only ways they can make some extra cash, so I understand why people would do it.

Like, sure, you get money for your fluids that you’ll replenish naturally and that has its appeal. But for a lot of people it’s a slippery slope argument about what parts of your body you should be able to sell.

If you’re economically depressed (the system is working as intended) then you might be tempted to start selling organs. Would you accept five figures for a kindey or cornea? Would you sell your heart or liver for six?

You might even be able to argue that it’s a noble sacrifice to give your life to secure your family’s comfort. But there’s something to be said about being forced into that position in the first place.

I gotchu

When I was growing up you’d hear stories about how the local Chinese immigrants would eat neighborhood cats when they caught them.

But our “Chinese” neighbours were actually Portuguese, and vegetarian.

Racists are going to be racist, regardless of reality

I learned this when I was a wee lad: I was playing Runescape and trying to solve a quest I was stuck on with a walkthrough. The guide said that the macguffin was on the first floor of some building, and I must have spent hours looking on the ground floor with no luck.

I finally asked my big brother for help and he said, “Have you tried looking upstairs?” And there it was, blew my mind.

If seeing how the sausage gets made upsets you, then maybe the answer is to petition the government to make less sausage.

Or if you wanted to stick your head in the sand you could block the communities that share that content.

Asking for censorship seems to be coming at this from the wrong angle.

When I feel like nothing’s going my way I try to cheat my brain to get a win.

I pick a low stakes task that I need to do but can’t possibly fail. Folding laundry, putting away the dishes, cleaning my inbox, whatever. Let’s say it’s folding the laundry because I hate folding the laundry and it is my Sisyphean struggle to never finish folding all the laundry.

I try to make a game out of it. Whistle each time I match a pair of socks, do a little fist bump when I hang up a dress. Something that feels fun and celebrates the fact that there’s a little bit less laundry to do with each item folded.

Then, when I’m all finished (or I just can’t take any more laundry), I take a moment to reflect on all the laundry I have dealt with. The whole is made up of lots of individual pieces, and each one is one less thing I have to deal with. I allow myself to feel good about what I have accomplished - especially on days that I didn’t finish everything.

We can’t always control it when life throws us a curve ball. But sometimes we’ve got to make our own wins. And if we don’t celebrate the wins we have, well then nothing is going right.

Well of course the doctor thought the spleen was abnormal if they mistook a liver for it

Just because a killer confesses to killing someone, doesn’t necessarily mean they did the deed.

If a serial killer is into notoriety and self promotion they might be willing to confess to anything. The police might want to shut a bunch of cold cases and the killer will happily admit to them, whether or not they were involved.

This famously happened in the case of Henry Lee Lucas

The fungus loves you right back 🍄

Simpson, Homer Simpson, he’s the greatest guy in history! 🎵

At the end of the day, I see cheats as essentially just mods for games. A cheat enables you to do something with the software that you couldn’t before. If everyone has equal access to the mods and agrees at the outset, then who cares? But if you’re the only one in the lobby cheating then you’re probably a jerk who puts their enjoyment ahead of others’.

If you’re playing by yourself, hack away. Enjoy yourself. You should be allowed to have the maximum amount of fun with your toy.

If you’re playing with other people, especially against other people, it’s super unsporting. Everyone should have a level playing field.

Gamers with disabilities opens up sort of a morally gray area. Like, if you only have one hand you’ll have a hard time aiming and shooting at the same time. I could see why someone would be tempted to use an aimbot.

As far as why cheating seems so prevalent, I place the blame largely with the F2P model. Now, I’m not saying that people aren’t cheating in other games. But if the consequences of getting banned for cheating is that you just have to make a new free account, then you could argue that there aren’t really significant consequences to getting caught. There’s money to be made by cheat vendors on massively popular games, so the free ones make sense to target because the costs are low.

Worth mentioning: just because you think someone is cheating doesn’t necessarily mean they are. I’ve never cheated in a competitive game but I’ve been called a hacker by poor losers. If you’re looking for a cheater, you’ll likely confirm your biases and find one - whether or not someone was actually cheating.

I’m also nostalgic for the era where cheats were easter eggs that enhanced the single-player experience.

Like, as a kid I was interested in Warcraft/Starcraft, but I’m horrible at RTS gameplay. Cheats gave me an out so that I could enjoy the story.

Historically, cheats were essentially debug tools that the developer could use to, say, thoroughly play through a level with unlimited lives. But around the 90s/00s you started to see this shift away from using a complicated code of buttons to activate (Konami Code, IDDQD) to a simple to remember phrase (“PowerOverwhelming,”“GiveUsATank,” “GunsGunsGuns”).

That shift makes me think that the cheats were for the players to enjoy. Otherwise they wouldn’t have fun names to activate them.

Reminds me of this bit

Here’s a “fun” tidbit: even as late as the 1980’s it was cheaper for films to buy actual human remains than convincing fake skeletons. This happened famously in Poltergeist (1982).

As much as you can do and as much as you want to do are the same thing. I find this perspective to be very liberating.

No action can be performed without the motivation to initiate it.

Sometimes this relationship is very direct - I want to play video games, therefore I can play video games.

Sometimes it’s a bit more obscured. I don’t want to fold my laundry, but I do want to be able to find my clothes in my dresser. My desire to find my clothes is greater than my distaste for laundry, therefore, I can fold my laundry.

The language around saying you can’t do something is very self-defeating. If I say I can’t take care of myself it implies a certain amount of permanency. If I say I don’t want to take care of myself, that’s temporary and is open to change when I’m feeling better.

More to the point of this meme, thinking that people can help you more than they want to help you is dangerous thinking. The burden of existence sucks, but our fellow humans don’t really owe us anything just for existing. They can’t help you if they don’t want to help you, just like you can’t help yourself if you don’t want to help yourself.

As an outsider looking in, it seems that to be a Republican you have to be crazy, ignorant, or evil. Any combination of the three will do, but if even one of them was applied to a person it you’d think it would be enough to make them re-examine their beliefs.