Has to harm billionaire asset to matter. Killing the rest of us is a game billionaires already enjoy and would applaud the Panem twist of a visiting team

Those are called trolleys because they don’t have doors

Bottom taco always does

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Love the idea, unfortunately it relies on cdn.jsdelivr.net to work so I won’t use it. It also is trying to access the server: analytics.eu.umami.is to view. I can see the 3dprint.social website, but not any images. I personally never use a website that requires a 3rd party connection to any server that could be accessed by other websites. The standardization of this practice is none of my concern, but it is wrong on many levels of ethics and big picture politics that ultimately impact democracy. Specifically, I may decide to trust your server, but I will never give you agency, real or potential, over me and implicitly trust others as a result of that relationship. Anyways, that is my personal choice, speaking as a user, but as a Mod: also why I’m not going to directly promote this site as it is configured currently. This is no different than my stance on Printables or Thingiverse.

Don’t be. I’m sorry for your hardships too. Other people’s problems do nothing to change our own. The perspective of what others are coping with can at times help bolster us to continue. Like grieving together, in an abstracted way.

I don’t know your circumstances and support dynamic, but cohabitation with an ex implies a certain remarkable altruism, or potential. Whether there is truth of not in that inference is not really important to me, the idea was hopeful.

In many ways I morn my own death in an underlying layer of grief, however I still live and am therefore nor allowed to move on. My intent on sharing is to hopefully reveal a facet of what it means to grieve, and life in general. While my situation can be tough, I do not envy your own and I am reasonably sure that sentiment is mutual. It can be helpful in dark moments to have something on the mind, like ‘at least I’m not going through that,’ and in so doing offer the opportunity to appreciate what positive elements remain.

I never know if my abstractions translate for others well. That was my underlying intent. From my side, you were helpful in a coping mechanism as I intended. It was good for me to externalize the struggle and you have helped refocus my emotional wandering. Thanks. I’m sorry if that came across as a further negativity or burden in any way as that was not what I intended.

So I don’t hold a candle to yours. Today is my quarterly doctor’s appointment. It is my most demeaning day as I must get a ride to the Dr from my folks and get paid for while appearing perfectly fine from any outside perspective. I could drive myself, but I don’t bother with a license and car. For a long time I just rode a bike, but that puts me on a road for too many miles at this point and it is stupid sketchy for me to be around cars. The only super tangible limitation I have is not being able to turn my head left. So I can’t see behind me on a road bike unless I sit upright and turn with my lower back. Even then, I can’t keep bars consistently straight because my principal damage is thoracic (between shoulder blades).

It just sucks. I know I would be wasting a ton on money with a car and insurance, which would push me to work when I can’t control the major ups and downs cycle. That stress would, as it did in the past, turn my 2-3 day lows with little to no sleep into weeks to months. I end up becoming a useless zombie and that leads to suicidal levels of difficulties. Taking anything for sleep stops me from my constant flopping about like a fish even in my sleep. That path was the only time I completely lost my mobility and got trapped in bed for several days.

So today is the day I get to face all that underlying baggage to leave the house when I am not on a bike. It shouldn’t bother me so much, but it is a humiliation on some level. It makes the old me feel judgemental of this useless loser shell of a human I have become. My mind tales that a step further into the anxiety of my aging parents and how I have no idea what I will do without them. I don’t know if I am more afraid of my inevitable zombie self or the potential homelessness I will face. I just want to crawl back under my little rock of a bedroom life and emerse myself in my projects where I can hide from the judgement of who I once was. Fortunately, I guess, I still do not feel hate for the person that disabled me. That is my litmus test for my absence narcissism.

I need a hero savior of a human, but I am not cruel enough to try and entice someone into my burden and watching me degrade and die young. To me, that is real love, even for a person I do not know… what a mess…

When was the last time you made the effort of reaching out to someone in the aether. I think these endorphins dosing idiot bricks get in the way of the feedback cycle that motivates most human interaction in all but the most extroverted, but I live under a rock

Been saying all along. Climate change is only a population problem from the perspective of the super rich exploiters. When the gov gives up on climate change due to the rich investing in politics, you can count on them having a plan and solution that does not involve the rest of us.

It gets old after 3-5 years and you start to encounter fundamental needs like social interaction and the purpose work brings to one’s life. The failures weigh pretty heavily; far more that you’re likely to expect. A lot of my best ideas and dreams for projects were unexpectedly tied to other chance circumstances that were not present when I had all the time in the world.

Mind you, I am very physically limited, still fully mobile but I can’t hold upright posture to sit up or stand for more than an hour at a time. That has never changed in 11 years, but I am degrading and was slightly more physically capable years ago.

I was super capable with my hands before things changed like, painting cars, building engines, high level fabrication, some machining, mig, stick, and tig welding etc. I had to learn new interests like electronics, programming, and 3d printing. Still I have had the unlimited time hack in life, largely in social isolation due to limitations. Lemmy is a substantial remedy to this very problem for me.

Anyways, life is about the journey, not the destination, so don’t get too hung up on those dreams of unlimited time. Should you be unlucky enough to experience something like I have, you’ll likely miss what you have now and realize the richness of your present dynamic range of life experience.

U serious?

Fingering used to mean, in a SFW context, pointing blame at someone else.

Make someone sing, is to get a confession under duress, stress, or torture.

I’m getting so rusty at the guess the car game based on a tiny sliver. The back one is a Mazda 3 hatch from the mid naughties. The white one is maybe a Tesla, but could be a Passat or the equivalent Audi or maybe even a Lexus. That is from at least a few years after I stopped painting cars, so I don’t know it intimately like every curve panel and trim.

Separate devices and networks for social, shopping, and projects/work-ish. Social and projects are on a whitelist DNS firewall, making it a pain in the ass to do new stuff or chase rabbit holes. It also disconnects any direct link between purchases and whatever stalkers are collecting for data slavery exploitation and manipulation as pirate privateers with a US criminal charter to steal… _(/soapbox) as a bonus.

eats leopard face inside leopard face creating black hole to reveal which weirdo end is bottom taco

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It truly brightened my morning to see you here again after sabbatical. Belated from my sparse parse of the feed, but a most welcome sight. Welcome home.

You’re going to RHEL for your sins! Repent!

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