

I want Communism to happen so everyone can have a good time.
Personally as a hobbyist developer, I’m find at TON of inspiration from 2002-2015 era gaming and so many of these games can be necromanced through some darkened computer rituals and played. I think that era was the last breath of games as “interactive software experiences” rather than “software as a service” we have today. With a little digging you can find a ton of good games from that era that can be hacked into running pretty damn well on your machine.
The Onion’s comedic track record is untouchable. W’s for 20+ years.
It’s really a shame that disabled people take being unhoused the hardest. Not to say that being unhoused a walk in the park or anything, but physical disabilities tend to compound in bad environments. Really saddens my heart to think about
You’d think with their recruiting numbers in the red and their weird hard-on for even more war as entire the torrent that will be climate catastrophe they’d be treating this shit like Starship Troopers and taking whomever they can get.
Yeah that’s true of me too. I shouldn’t have said i “never” speak to them. I probably should have said I “never speak to them outside of the transaction itself”, in that I try to be a good customer but I’m not gonna tell a food worker how to their job. I’m gonna ask them for the service and thank them for it and that’s about it.
Also me neither and I always leave a tip even if it’s for something small like a coffee, I’m always looking out for them and I don’t have any complaints. If the product is bad I blame the company cheaping out on produce rather than blaming the person making my order.
100% same
I never speak to food service workers outside or “please” or “thank you”, purely out of respect. You know your job. you do your job, i get my food. End of transaction. Keep it movin’ folks. Don’t try and get in their work flow or whatever, they’re just a person. Let them do their job.
“Yeah we have utterly illusional romanticized vision of America’s past and promise. We are grown men who believe in the fables America tells her children, what’s it to you pal?”