My wife would agree. She has… so many womanly issues, but can’t find anyone to yank the damn thing out.

She wants no children.

I, her husband, had a vasectomy before we ever met.

We have no use for the damn thing and it just causes so many problems.

I’m of Irish and Scottish decent. I’m white. As fuck. Not AF. As fuck. I don’t tan, I fucking burn, peel, and burn again. All the while, I suffer.

I’m from the south. Grew up in Texas, only been out of it for less than a year and still in the fucking south - so not much better.

Even I could tell… well, anyone, not to vote for Trump. “Oh, Trump likes _______” No, Trump likes Trump. End statement. End logic. End all.

Trump likes Trump.

If anyone thinks that Trump will put them, their group, or their issue, ahead of himself then they have refused to pay attention. Not that they haven’t had the chance, they have willfully refused.

I was not able to vote. Moving from Texas to Arkansas, there was in issue with my registration, which in hind-sight sounds like “I’m lazy, have some voter suppression” because I didn’t have a capital T branded on my forehead. I should have fought harder, but I was more worried about a roof over my head and food on the table. Fuck me for trying to survive and provide for my wife.

End statement: Not everyone who was unable to vote was lazy: Fuck all of you who say otherwise. Some of us could NOT vote, for whatever reason.

I felt pressured into it.

I was 19, and struggling.

No branch would take me, despite having a nearly perfect ASVAB score. Missed one question, and its because I never had access to fucking diesel engines growing up.

I’m epileptic.

So, after multiple attempts, I don’t qualify as “disabled” enough to receive benefits, but I can’t even sign my flesh away for an hourly rate like the dregs of society to die in some foreign shit-hole.

I’ll just die in my local shit-hole, thanks.

Plenty of firemen start fires to put them out, wind up with arson charges.

I’d feel safer at a waffle house deep in the hood, wearing a red shirt while everyone else had blue on.

Upon reading the title I thought, this person has never been severely dehydrated before.

I don’t recommend it, I must say.

If an amateur mycologist picks and eats the wrong mushroom that an LLM said was fine to eat, is the LLM liable for the death legally and/or financially?

I mean, I know better than to pick random mushrooms and eat them, but I don’t really care for mushrooms - though some have some delightful effects when metabolized, lol. The only ones of THOSE I tried, I knew who grew them, and saw the “operation,” and reviewed his sources before trying one.

Call me paranoid, but I’m not blindly trusting a high school drop out to properly identify mushrooms when professionals make mistakes to the point where any mycologist will tell you, DON’T TRUST PICS OR THE INTERNET.

It can be too difficult to tell from those sources, and I doubt the LLM and the human asking questions have the right wavelength of discussion to not produce misleading, if not entirely fabricated, results.

I mean, the US put out the game America’s Army as a recruitment tool.

Passably decent multiplayer shooter for its time. Good enough to kill some time with.

Don’t forget most likely selling government and military secrets to countries that have a very violent history with us, and recently.

I’m a gamer, and I do…

Then again, I’m mostly excited about using CUDA cores for cracking hashes and the like, lol.

I think you’re trying to lead them on too much.

Obviously, you want to see chaos, explosions, fire, and mayhem. Of course you do, so do I, and if its in the process of destroying a fascist foreign interloper who somehow gets a pass for being an illegal immigrant from this joke of an administration, then all the better.

Bury the lede a bit. Let them think they came to that conclusion.

People don’t like being overtly manipulated. Covertly is a different matter.

Some wrinkles, some grays… Well, a lot of grays in the beard.

I got a genetic double whammy. Baldness on my mom’s side, and my dad (and his father and brother) were gray by 25.

That being said, I blame it mostly on a certain group of people I can’t seem to escape.

They make my life more difficult at every turn.

Their mere existence is guaranteed to give me a head ache down the line.

Of course I’m talking about youthoughtthiswasgoingtoberacist end users.

I felt that way about CyberPunk 2077 and CDPR.

CDPR hadn’t let me down. Yet. Ultimately, they redeemed themselves, sure, but at launch… whew, there were issues.

Game companies CAN redeem themselves. Business wise though? Its hard to recoup that kind of shaken faith in investors, board members, etc; let alone the people you’re actually trying to sell to.

There are so MANY fucking games out there these days, that I’ll look at something new, and decide I don’t like certain elements of the gameplay, and just move on.

If a feature looks more frustrating than fun? I’m good, thanks.

I’ve played hard games on the hardest setting for the challenge. I’ve also played “easy” just to get drunk and enjoy a story.

If it isn’t fun though? Then what am I doing here?

I already spend 8+ hours a day on the computer and hate it, but at least they pay me.

Reminds me of a boss I had.

He seemed almost proud that he has never met his grandchildren, because his own children hate him so much that after they left the house, they cut contact.

Yet all he talked about was how family was the most important thing, and that if your family needs anything… yada yada, I caught hell for trying to support my wife when her father died. Fucking hypocrite.

Don’t work in a Children’s Hospital.

Why is there a table full of people in mostly scrubs having breakfast burritos and margaritas at 8am just down the street? Night shift is out, and it was not a good night.

If the IUD thing is shocking, you really, really don’t want to know how low humanity can sink.

7-Eleven, Inc.[2] is an American convenience store chain, headquartered in Irving, Texas. It is a wholly owned subsidiary of Seven-Eleven Japan, which in turn is owned by the retail holdings company Seven & I Holdings.

–Wikipedia.

Had a coworker who decided during his shift that he was going to buy “that” TV that he pointed at.

Of course he did not have the funds to do so.

So he went to the payday loan place in the parking lot.

He didn’t last long at that job. Wonder if he ever paid that off…

I worked at an elementary school (public) in a very red state.

I had been overhauling the library computers (I was IT) all day and had been chatting with the librarian. Cool chick, probably 10 years older than me, so late 30s. I was dating my wife at the time, so I wasn’t looking to date, but got invited out for drinks with other librarians from the district.

After a few rounds, the topic turned to censorship, book bans, etc.

Every single one of them, from the churchy prim and proper lady, to the more alternative types, we against banning books and discussed how to get the kids access and and encourage them to read them, without losing their jobs.

I had to shutdown their plan to distribute cheap flash drives with banned material on them a la guerilla distribution - ie, leave it where kids would find them.

And that is why next week Mr. Case’s cyber security BS thing was about how we don’t plug random shit we find in to computers.

Mea-sles? Ohhh, my freedom rash.

Nah, its fine. Not contagious or potentially life altering for the worse even if I survive.

I don’t know where I picked it up, but my toddler son came back from preschool with something similar! Any way, I’ve got to get to his funeral. Merica!

Because the word Kiwi refers to other things.

A fruit, people from New Zealand, etc.