No, why the fuck would you watch anything? Get out there and do the thing! I think I would rather watch paint dry (and have, don’t get involved in research with darpa, folks) than watch someone else do something fun. It’s just cuckoldry.

Alright, I give you the nerd credit. I’m just depressed because I found out there was a group starting a game in my theater troupe, but they’d capped it at 5 and I was too late. I’d even take D&D right now.

The end of the world sounds fun. I’d bet it would be a blast to throw that wrench in ‘session zero’ of a fate game (which is my personal favorite, even the prometheus and werewolf games don’t match up).

Take a look at a football playbook. You going to remember all of that, be able to recall it, and then also know all the audible changes to a play that you have to make?

Bet you every penny you ever made that I could do it in one quarter of the time that most of the pros do it. There’s a reason they have the training season.

I want more hometown sports. I daydream about leagues funded by local communities, starring local talent, with smaller local crowds.

With pros, it’s just whichever fucker can get paid enough to bring them here. I don’t give a shit about their playing. I only watch because it’s someone I know, so I can go congratulate them later. Otherwise, I’d much rather be playing the damn game. The highest I’ll go is high school level sports. Those kids are still a part of my community. I know their parents, I probably know them.

Maybe, maaaaaybe, I’d watch other local adults play, but only if they’re my friends. It would be much better to just have more participation in adult leagues within the community. I’d play a thousand times against others in my area, getting my ass kicked if the good fellas join together, before I’d watch a game with people I don’t know.

Apparently sitting around watching other people act out the sport for them.

also having more nerdy hobbies like D&D (actually, even nerdier: I play Pathfinder these days

pffffffffffffffft, those aren’t even nerdy. Those are like bringing kraft cheddar to a fancy cheese party and saying you’re a connoisseur. Let me know when you want to break out the real nerd braggadocio and start in on the fan-made white wolf spinoffs, or the burning wheel good times.

;)

I’d have to go look up the exact wording, and it’s on my drive that I don’t have hooked up right now. GFCI was required for any outlet in a bathroom, but there was still a ban up until the most recent edition on any outlet within the… shoot, the word/phrase escapes me, something like ‘shower space,’ which includes the area with four horizontal feet of the edge of the bathtub. I have a toilet right next to the shower/tub combo, and a door next to the toilet, which meant no outlet allowed near the toilet and thus no electrically powered bidet.

I’m just happy that the newest electrical code is allowing electrical outlets closer to bathtubs. Otherwise I’d never be able to have a powered bidet on my toilet.

Fucking encarta! I always am amazed that no one else my age remembers that. I don’t think I ever found the art section interesting… I don’t even remember it.

It’s where he’s allowed to cuddle/lay in your lap. It’s easier than having guests get down on the ground for it, and there are two couches, one allowed and one not. So guests that don’t want a begger of pets can choose.

Meanwhile, my dog is so stupid, he’ll jump onto slippery vinyl floors from couches and chairs. I’ve actually seen him slip, fall sideways and body slam into the ground. I found him limping one time and I’m reasonably sure it was from jumping off the couch, which is when I finally put my foot down and blocked him from jumping up onto it. Built a little ramp instead.

Why would you be pressing down on the keys anyway? Just remove the caps so you can ACTUALLY clean the keyboard.

The prisons that hold death row inmates are not private, for-profit companies. The numbers have been falling steadily and are incredibly low. Still a problem, because that number is high enough to have stupid amounts of influence, but it has nothing to do with death penalty costs. Those are all because we afford death row inmates a large amount of appeals, which costs ‘lawyer money’ where some prosecuting lawyer pretends he wasn’t on a salary and they claim it’s worth X hours x Y wage, and the defense attorney does the same but with a little more truth because he is getting paid by the hour.

Yeah, including not paying me for work and expecting gratitude for it. Fuck that.

or if it’s “natural” to be attracted to 14yr old girls as an adult man (all topics I’ve seen on Lemmy)

Wait, what?

I won’t do what you tell me.

Should be relatively simple to fuck with that interface though. After all, if you have access to the hardware, no system is truly safe. We’ll have enough tinkerers and thinkers that will probably come from the same rich core that gives us FLOSS developers, and they’ll have some real fun coming up with ways to fuck with anyone trying to read the machine.

You’re not wrong, but there are a lot of places in america where law enforcement presence is a long way away. Those places also typically have two lane highways and not much, if any, shoulder. That makes stopping the truck easy enough. Add to that the heavy presence of hideaways in the forests around, and you could jack a fair amount from a truck and shuck it into your box truck before skedaddling to a rural dirt road and all of its pullouts right quick.

Yes! That’s the one! That damnable skull!

It feels like such a silly example now that I know the game, but tales of symphonia made me give up for about three years before coming back and beating it. There’s a section where you’re supposed to go to a specific city to progress, but there’s a semi-secret long way around that lets you experience a different character’s story early. Well, I somehow sucked at following directions and went the semi-secret way, and then couldn’t figure out how to get ANYWHERE that let you do anything. I wandered around the same continent for several months (playing a few hours a week) before moving on.