Totally agree. It has a LOT of problems obviously. But what an ambitious game for the time, even if it’s collectathony as heck.

So many levels, characters, skills. Why, I dare say it’s a perfect randomizer game ;)

Man this reminds me. I was helping an engineer support my company remotely and after a month or so of everything working fine, he emails frantically and says “THE SCREEN IS BROKEN!”

After some time, I finally figured out that he means he can’t log on to the VPN. Probably two hours of testing in and we didn’t figure it out, so we left it. The third fucking day of this I eventually was annoyed and wanted a coffee break, so i told him to reboot again. He actually rebooted this time and it works.

Caps lock had been on for like 3 days. Everything he typed was yelling because he just didn’t notice.

I later met someone in IT at his company who said that this is a fairly regular occurrence from him

It’s (a lot) like riding a bike, it’d come right back!

Does ACAB include sexy cop strippers? Asking for a friend

Man this is an excellent description.

I do want to add, there’s no telling that one of your friends hasn’t seen this movie previously and is acting with inside information.

Eh, I’d rather fork out the money than try the 1% chance GitHub is up to download it. Piracy is a service issue

Environmental ruin, wealth transfer from everyone to the richest of the rich, stolen art

Did Sam Altman get a Molotov cocktail or two tossed at his house? Not that that’s explicitly the answer but given how fucking fear mongery he’s been for a long time, I’m shocked that there hasn’t been more and worse to him. If someone constantly tells you that they’re going to ruin the planet and your livelihood explicitly, they’re pretty at odds with you.

Obligatory hating on Nintendo for everything they’ve ever done in a courtroom.

I do have to appreciate their distinct lack of enshittification in some of this. Like they don’t have a “AI or bust” mentality, their non-old games are just regular games mostly, not gatcha/pay to win BS. And a lot of them ship fairly complete. It’s a fucking low bar these days but they’re not like nonstop below the bar which is something.

But really fuck those guys for so many fucking reasons. Subscribe monthly to play a few old games i already own? Fuck right off

I don’t understand what “wade mode” does?

If there’s an air intake, it’s just for cooling, not combustion. So like what is the point of “moving it to a snorkel position” or whatever?

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

That’s a pretty depressing place to run

Man that tow strap is going to a comically mysterious place inside the cabin. I cannot believe whatever it was attached to didn’t break

Well I hate to hear that, but I appreciate your optimism on it.

https://www.instructables.com/Build-a-One-Handed-Soldering-Tool-20-Effortless-So/

I’ve seen a sort of equivalent for welding with just a feed wire, maybe something like this could work. I’m guessing if not, some fancy clamps that can be held in many orientations would do it, something like this

I don’t think we should solve the last mile problem until the very very trivial first 80% is solved.

Agree that cars are easier to slap down of course.

Ooooo and to save on fuel we could chain some cars together, maybe even put them on a steel rail for less friction. Maybe the cars that go really far could even have beds and sections where you can get drinks/food and go to the bathroom.

Could have smaller versions of them underground too, like some kind of weird tunnel car automated system

She really is. The script is clearly terrible but also she is an awful public speaker. What a dreadful thing to have at your graduation

It’s unfortunately just warm water, not steam, so it’s pretty hard to extract energy into it in any meaningful way

I was under the impression that the majority of them are not closed loop, any idea if there’s data (no pun intended) anywhere? A quick search found me not much

Was it nominative determinism or was he definitely gonna be a Gunner