[-] half@lemmy.world 18 points 11 months ago

With due respect, it is time to go outside.

[-] half@lemmy.world 16 points 1 year ago

Relatable. You know how it is when your sleeves get wet and they kinda stick to your wrists or flop around getting other stuff stuck to them... ugh.

[-] half@lemmy.world 46 points 1 year ago

He cannot protec
Nor can he attac
But he is a little hat

[-] half@lemmy.world 7 points 1 year ago

There are people who think they understand olives but have never tasted kalamatas. Sad but true. Great post OP; you made me get up to eat.

[-] half@lemmy.world 60 points 1 year ago

Relatable. Obviously completely unacceptable behavior. Yet relatable.

[-] half@lemmy.world 21 points 1 year ago

My pet theory is that NGINX was designed by a pen-tester who realized that all they needed to do to make the majority of SMBs expose their web servers to the internet was outperform Apache

[-] half@lemmy.world 9 points 1 year ago

About seven years ago, I quit dexmethylphenidate after eight years of various stimulants. I wish I could tell you there's a general solution, but I was just reading a completely unrelated book and had to get up, log into Lemmy, and respond to this thread I skimmed past three hours ago. I do take caffeine (~400mg) and nicotine (~6-10mg) daily, as well as a drop of hemp oil weekly to manage the caffeine side effects, so I might be disqualified according to some, but I don't think so. I'm sorry, but nothing will ever approach the unconditional dopamine of strong CNS stims.

Diet and exercise are essential. If I neglect them, I can fall into a loop of unproductive behavior. I mostly eat seeds, legumes, and veggies, with plenty of grain to facilitate cardio. I run 5-10K three times a week. I take protein (pea) and fiber (psyllium) supplements on top of a battery of vitamins. All of this helps me maintain a balance of stable productivity, but honestly the most life-changing thing I've ever done was get to a point in my career where I'm allowed to be productive on my own terms.

It took me until I was 26 to find a job where I was allowed to work mostly alone and be measured by my overall productivity instead of being graded by the horseshit pseudoscience that passes for academics and middle management. Obviously that's not much help to you if you don't have it yet, but please hold out. Don't listen to the horde of people with a work ethic in place of a philosophy. I fucked up or walked away from so many opportunities. You can still find independence. Society needs divergent thinkers, they just don't like to advertise it.

There are still days when I can't get anything done. There are times like this when I abandon what I'm supposed to be doing and fixate on something that really isn't part of the plan. My solution is to practice discipline generally so that I can forgive myself for wandering occasionally. I hope this isn't too disappointing. Take baby steps and trust no bitch.

[-] half@lemmy.world 63 points 1 year ago

That's a good thing. Discord is chugging its way through the last half of the Web 2.0 service to social media pipeline. It's a VC-funded multimedia enterprise extended around a novel technology core optimized for its original service offering, real-time voice/text. Nobody is immune to bloat, but because Matrix is a protocol standard, not an app, users have the option of sticking with minimal clients and servers that won't (necessarily) get destroyed by feature creep.

If you've tried Element and thought "ah, slow Discord," maybe have a scroll through https://matrix.org/ecosystem/clients/. I don't want to get off topic but all my favorite software is standard/specification-based.

[-] half@lemmy.world 20 points 1 year ago

Home slice I respect the grind but I gotta be real with you I haven't bought a GPU since the Obama administration

[-] half@lemmy.world 52 points 1 year ago

Oh my God! That's awful! Which ones?! Which sites, specifically, though?! You know, so I can call for bans.

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"When we said you should nationalize controversial industries, steal from the rich, enshrine corruption, and grow the welfare state, we meant you should do it in a nice, aesthetically pleasing way that panders to our social demographic."

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I always wanted a cat. I like the stupid little furballs. Can't help it. I know it's irrational and expensive and environmentally suboptimal and you're basically just setting yourself up for inevitable heartbreak, but when they bump their dumb soft heads into me I melt like a chocolate bar on the dash of a black car in the August sun.

My Dad was allergic to cats, so I wasn't allowed to have a cat. Then my Dad left and I still wasn't allowed to have a cat. In retrospect that's pretty suspicious, Mom. My college had an extreme zero tolerance policy for pets: they caught this one dude red-handed and called animal control to come murder his pet snake. Then someone in that same dorm burned a bag of popcorn and the sprinklers wouldn't shut off, flooding the entire building and destroying everybody's shit. I've never been a big fan of the "snake guy" archetype but no one deserves that degree of irony.

In my first apartment, I wasn't allowed to have a cat because there was a cat quota which was already filled by my roommate, whose cat hated me. That cat would wait until I brought a girl over and then walk up to us while we were making out and just piss right there in the middle of the floor, making eye contact with me. At the time I really had no idea how devastating cat urine can be to a rental property.

I stayed there for way too long because I hate moving. You know when you start to hate everyone who lives in a city, like it's their fault that your personality grew out of that lifestyle? Time to go. I carefully selected only rental units with pet clauses, paid everyone in the world, and slowly realized that the carpet was saturated with cat urine from the last tenant. I report this to the property manager, who reports it to the property owner, who replies back to the property manager, who tells me, "Yeah, no more pets."

So now I'm sitting in a townhouse that smells like cat piss, waiting weeks for these colossal dipshit moron douchebag numbskulls who installed carpet all over a pet rental to go through the doomed process of paying a series of professionals to tell them that you can't actually get crystallized uric acid out of a carpet pad, and I'm still not allowed to have a fucking cat.

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