I can tell by the flavour that a new love interest will come into your life imminently.

Believers: God exists, look at the wondrous complexity and beauty of life!

Snails:

No we don’t!

/PIPs assessor

Nazi ideology, OP OP. There was a nice little thing we had once, until you cunts took it up like a hoard of malignant nihilist pussies 😒Now we can’t even bring up the Third Reich’s many incredible qualities in conversation without someone rolling their eyes! n-chan numpties ruin every fandom.

/ss

I don’t really care? Is that allowed? 🤷‍

I’m old enough to remember when computers started to be used for art, and how traditional artists were complaining about how soulless the end product would be, and how unskilled people could ‘fake’ being good artists because the computer does most of the work for them. I mean the undo function of a computer on its own is putting incredible creative power into the hands of even the most useless digital artist, power that da Vinci himself would have creamed his little loincloth over. And the copy & paste function - and all of the other everyday functions all PC users depend on - cut down the production time by orders of magnitude compared to traditional painting/drawing. This isn’t even getting into the incredible transformation tools on offer in Photoshop (or even MS Paint 1.0).

Remember matte painters who painted incredible photorealistic chunks of the screen in films? Do Photoshop users of today feel any qualms about having extincted the fuck outta those people? Would they have even entertained the woes of those artists if they were around at the time? Would they have been calling for government intervention to prevent non-traditional matte painters from taking those jobs?

What about sculptors and stop-motion pros? Movies have been riddled with worse-looking CGI replacements for those things for half a century. Any shits given about those artists who spent their lives perfecting their craft only to be supplanted overnight by a cunt with a Pentium who produces objectively worse results?

AI is just the latest sabot-magnet disruption, and it won’t be the last, despite the apocalyptic language around it. Either find a way to live with it and exploit it, or lay down in the Artists of Christmas Past mass grave and pull the clay in over yourselves. Or, you know, go ahead and try to uninvent it or whatever it is you’re proposing 👍 And if you really wanna go hardcore, uninstall all of your digital art tools, get yourself an easel and see what you can do in the “real world” with your “real talents” without recourse to time-saving, labour-deleting, instantaneous bespoke-brush-manifesting technology.

I never turn it on, the visual difference is too unimportant to warrant such a huge cost in hardware resources (and temperature). It looks different if you have side-by-side screenshots, or if you turn it off and on in-game, but the difference is several orders of magnitude too slight to be worth it. Higher frames-per-second is more important than realistically-simulated light beams. You can’t really have both in large AAA games.

A Bug’s Life

It’s been 5 years since they pulled that reprehensible shit on RedCandleGames and their game Devotion, and I still haven’t spent a penny on their store because of it. Fuck them. Tankie cunts.

Judging by the difference in hours played between OP and the Geometry Dash review, I assume the comment became a copy pasta. Not sure what the original comment referred to though.

I think everyone secretly yearns for the opportunity to reenact that tired old movie cliché where someone half-heartedly says “yeah, I know how you feel” which causes the other person to angrily respond “NO, YOU DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL, YOU CAN’T KNOW HOW I FEEL” and for the first person to sheepishly agree and apologise for the presumption.

It makes every character who has ever said that seem like an insufferable cunt, and in real life it’s a thousand times worse. It sounds more like you fear that someone is trying to crib some of your weirdly-beloved pain as though it’s currency, and to wear it on themselves like the spoils of a war you just lost. The difference between thinking that, and thinking “this person wants to be with me in this moment and share the burden”, is so slight that it’s easily-missed, so I don’t necessarily fault people for the mistake. But you can literally just choose to go with option B in future, and in doing so improve your overall mental health and general vibe.

If I’ve been a good boy my poop session will go smoothly. If I think I was a good boy, but then my poop is awful, I think “damn I must have done something…”. If I have been an asshole, but my poop goes well, I think “wow, I’m gonna have to pay this back tenfold tomorrow!”

The Montreal part has me laughing like a hyena, and I don’t know why.

God: Obviously I’m not able to stop the gunman from becoming insane and buying a ranged hypodermic lethal injection device, he’s way too powerful for me, but maybe I can use what little power I actually possess to slightly nudge this bullet away from a man who is objectively awful and into a man who saves lives for a living. Yeah, I’ll do that.

Christofascists: SCORE!

Shit’s treatable as fuck, especially depressive illnesses like, well, depression, but also bipolar and so on. If you look up the success rate of treatment for these things, you’ll see that they’re really, really good, all things considered. It 100% won’t feel like anything will ever help you when you’re in this state of mind - I know only too well - but trust me, your motivations and thoughts are off kilter right now, and with some help from the doc, you will look back on this time with bemusement.

It’s like being horny. When you’re in that state, you’ll do - and want to do - things that you would not wanna do on a Monday morning as you get ready for work. You’ll put things in your mouth that would probably make you puke if you thought about doing it in any other circumstance. Once you orgasm, and the post-nut clarity kicks in, you’ll return to your normal state and will resume your normal thoughts. You won’t be single-minded in your quest for an orgasm anymore, and you might even feel shame at what you were willing to do just 10 minutes earlier. But you can get back to your life. Right now, your brain is gooning for suicide. Your brain can go fuck itself. Get help, just go to your family doc and tell them what you’re going through (I recommend writing out a list of symptoms/recurring thoughts to make it easier). If you’re already in treatment and you feel it’s not working, you need to let them know so they can try other medications or other more dramatic interventions like ECT or ketamine or something.

If you’re afraid of being carted away and locked in a 17th century insane asylum, I can assure you of two things. First, you will not be hospitalised unless you explicitly tell the doc you plan on harming yourself. So you can safely tell them “I write drafts of my suicide note daily, I think about ending it all the time, I don’t see a future, I think everyone would be happier if I were dead” etc. None of that will get you hospitalised against your will. Saying “when I get home I’m eating 100 pills and slitting my throat”, that will get you hospitalised. The second thing I can assure you of is that, whatever nightmarish ideas you may have in your head of what it’s like to be in a psych hospital, it’s nothing like the movies. It’s no different from a regular hospital. If I were talking to you 40 or 50 years ago, I would probably recommend you avoid the hospital at all costs. But in 2025, it’s not a prison with nurses instead of wardens. It’s not One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. I know from personal experience, it’s really not a big deal, especially if you’re non-violent and are more of a threat to yourself. But even with all that said, you almost certainly won’t be heading there against your will unless you tell the doc you have imminent plans to end your life. Depression is one of the leading causes of doctor visits these days, they sure as fuck can’t hospitalise all such cases, so they definitely don’t hospitalise people willy-nilly. And because it’s such a widespread issue, the science has advanced in leaps and bounds just in the last couple of decades. For a doctor, and especially for a psychiatrist/psychologist, depression is pretty milquetoast shit. To the sufferer, it’s literally so bad you would rather be dead than to feel it anymore. But as far as the docs are concerned, it’s easy mode.

Get help, start with the family doc and go from there. If you’re already getting help, tell them it’s not fucking working. If you’re scared of going to the doc, you can try a suicide helpline. The Samaritans is the obvious one, but there are countless others all over the world, and many of them have email as well as phonecalls if you prefer typing. They are trained to talk to people in your specific shoes, so don’t be nervous about not knowing what to say, just ring and let them take the lead.

I promise you, things will get so much better and you’ll look back on this period of your life like it happened to someone else.

No we fucking won’t 😂

If you get both top and bottom surgeries, you wraparound to the other end of the spectrum like Pac-Man and you’re just cisgender again.

This collage looks like a serial killer’s vision board.

Boots should really come with an exhaust so that with every step you’re pushing air/moisture out the back end. Nothing like a big pipe or anything, just a wee hole and a sort of bladder that fills with air when you lift your foot and pushes it out again when you step on it. Sure, you’ll sound like you’re stepping on farting mices everywhere you go, but if you just cough with each step you should be fine.

SOMA still lives in my brain 10 years later.

Plato in 300: kids today!!! 😡