

Chesterton’s fence is mentioned several times here and it’s a good heuristic to avoid the issue. The issue is called the Preparedness Paradox https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preparedness_paradox


Chesterton’s fence is mentioned several times here and it’s a good heuristic to avoid the issue. The issue is called the Preparedness Paradox https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preparedness_paradox
A.K.A. “ultrafiltered”, unless you mean milk-based protein drinks. The main brand I know is “Fair I’ll” and it’s quite nice, the 2% tastes like 3.25%
Even worse hazard for aircraft, extremely deadly yet we act like it’s normal
Rare case where I hope it’s AI because I want that not to be real
OK, I’ll bite. What’s Gal Godot good in?


What a complete gentleman. Just chilling out in the open, no ulterior motives, sits still for his fitting appointment.
I choose to believe he donned a little top hat and walked out quietly
Well, turns out people in different generations, while they may on the whole share various traits, are in fact individuals with different life experiences, temperaments, and attitudes.
That said I am seeing my own Gen-X peers turning “boomer”: entitled assholes who also attempt to turn the abuse and neglect we survived into virtues. I think a lot of this is completely literal survivor bias, but also “survivors” in terms of who gets seen and heard.


Well, in a rare bit of good news, the cops did arrest the fascists, and impounded their two cars. Not disagreeing with you, just a note of hope in this shitshow


Two others I mourn the death of, as in, it’s more often done wrongly than not, at least on the Internet:
“Led” as the past tense of “lead”: I basically never see it any more. People just use “lead” for the past tense; and
Singular “die.” People just use “dice” for both plural and singular. Though I occasionally see plural “die.” I hate this.
Goddamnit autocorrect. Fixed
This implies the existence of public hair above the neck and I am feeling concerned


BROTHERS: A TALE OF TWO SONS MENTIONED
Truly one of the all-time greats and it drives me crazy because I can’t explain what makes it so good without spoiling it!
That death, and the “death” of half your controller, feels like an amputation. It makes it so real and visceral. Like real grief, the feeling is that a part of you has been ripped away. Frankly “meditations on grief” are a dime a dozen in indie games, but this one is one of the most intense ugly-cry gut-punches I have ever experienced in any medium. Well actually the ugly cry was later, when you realize the absolute devastation the father suffers.
But yeah, that controller trick–and realizing you even can use the other half to swim–phew. Just such a good game. Always happy when I see someone else who has played it.


Think of it like the difference between pulling your car’s registration info and tracking your car across thousands of Flock cameras. At some point, scale is qualitatively different.
Came here to make an HR Giger joke but this is much better
Magpies are awesome. Crows are awesome. Pigeons are awesome. I do have mixed feelings about invasive house sparrows.