Well, my life would have been measurably better had I never opened that link.

There’s a fundamental misunderstanding here that seems suspiciously like a bad faith argument.

I was in 3 car accidents over the course of three years, all of which the car I was in was totaled.

The worst of the three was one of those secondary, peak rush-hour accidents. I was on a two lane freeway (two lanes one direction, two lanes the other with a cement divider in the middle) around rush-hour with a pretty heavy amount of traffic but moving fast. I was going between 60 and 70 and in a really good mood. I’d just spent the whole day making music with one of my best friends with crazy vintage equipment and I was on my way to play a show that night. I was daydreaming and looked away from the road for a second, looked back and saw break lights. So I tapped my breaks, but then in a split second I realized those break lights were coming super fast. I did the exact wrong thing and slammed on my breaks. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I was hit from both the front and the back. I was driving a tiny two seater from the early 90s, not exactly the safest car. I felt around myself and I seems to be all in one piece. No pain anywhere. Iwas able to squeeze my way up out of the car, bewildered. I didn’t seem to have any injuries at all. The car looked like a crushed tin can. I went to the hospital just in case and it’s a good thing I did because as the shock wore off I discovered I had a bruised rib that was making it very hard to breathe. But that was my only injury. They gave me painkillers and sent me on my way.

I spent the next year in a fog of painkillers and existential despair and confusion. To this day I have trouble driving and I frequently question whether I’m actually alive or living out a dream in the dying seconds of my mind.

I started writing a response, then I looked at some of your other comments.

Even if this was as big an issue as you’re making it seem like it is, the answer is never “crawl back to suckle at the capitalist teat.”

Use your damn imagination. We have a much more direct ability to organize ourselves here. Shit, we don’t even need to be restricted by the code of Lemmy. If a large enough group agrees on a specific way to be organized and self-polices, what’s the difference? Rules only exist if people choose to follow them.

You don’t like how it’s working? Do it differently. Talk to people. Convince them your way makes more sense. But it sounds to me more like you just miss that sweet condensed spez milk.

Impressed cat video. Didn’t used to be in english!

I second the folks I see talking up Nebula. Great shit on there.

The ones I spend the most time with are probably Fact Fiend, Animalogic, vlogbrothers, Seth Skorkowsky, XP to Level 3, Hello Future Me, Gus Johnson, Reuben Solo, Andrew Rousso, EVNautilus, David Firth, Adam Millard…

Then there’s a bunch that I only watch on Nebula now: Extra Credits/History, Legal Eagle, Nerdwriter, Adam Neely, Philosophy Tube, Innuendo Studios, Tale Foundry, Just Write, Like Stories of Old, Lindsay Ellis, RealLifeLore, TierZoo.

Then there’s this guy who just makes long, quiet videos of him interacting with stray cats. Good, good, gooooooood shit. Changed his name recently.

Didn’t say anything about hurting FB.

See my comment above

Hey man, tell you what- you keep your corpo-shilling somewhere else and I’ll keep my ‘sarcastic non-comments that attack people and add nothing to the discussion’ elsewhere. Deal?

And to add something to the discussion- without FB crazy uncles will no longer be actively receiving the kind of insanely targeted shit that comes with FB. Sure, they’ll get some targeted shit other places but FB is on a crazy level far and above most everyone else in that field. Everything else they’ll have to look for more. And a lot of people won’t do that because that’s extra work they’re not used to. Less people will be radicalized by The Algorithm.

Oh, great. I was really hoping we left all the pseudo-intellectual corpo-shills in the speddit botscape.

I can’t tell you how much I love that Denmark has hillbillys who drive hatchbacks and are called fuckin’ Brian as a slur.

“Consciousness” is not a multitude instances of which you have one of, it’s something singular that has you.

We are all the same weird mirror rippling through space-time trying to figure out how to outfox entropy.

I think that claiming these thoughts are political views is a political view.

I’m a simple man. I see a Street Sharks reference, I upvote. Helps when the reference is hilarious tho

Ahh, yes, of course. Forgot about that. I graduated 2010 so that wasn’t really on my radar at the time.

Another favorite was “no flat billed hats”. I’m realizing now a lot of it had a very “we don’t want gangs. Well, all rappers are gangsters, let’s watch some hip hop music videos and just rule out everything they wear” vibe.

eh. sick or not, way i see it if consenting adult double-john jr. and his consenting adult sister peppercorn jr. wanna have a freaky roll in the hay under the harvest moon, it ain’t my place to judge and it certainly ain’t my business.

now if double-john is tryina fuck their horse, bodacious baby belle, that’s a very different story.

I wish I could remember the specifics but my high school had an extremely ridiculous dress code policy at one point. Mostly targeting girls, of course, but also had weird shit like “no large/long coats.”

What I do remember perfectly though, is that a friend of mine and I, angrily pouring over the details of the stupid dress code, realized that capes were perfectly fine according to the code as written. So we both got huge capes and that was like a whole year of high school.

I cannot wait to one day be able to play Subnautica in VR. Wanting it makes me feel psychotic though because that games scares the shit bejeezus right off my socks.

i remember glancing over an interesting article about this. it was saying that this whole step-fad doesn’t really have anything to do with the person being related to you, it’s more about the taboo. the attraction isn’t the relation, it’s that it’s taboo to be attracted to them at all.

and something about the perceived pre-existing relationship adding to the sense of intimacy and taboo-ness, can’t really remember the details there.

there was more about how other taboos have become over saturated in the industry and this one is in this sweet spot of not too taboo for your average person.

i now wish i’d saved this article, but i truly never thought i would need to recall this information.

Lower Decks is absurdly good. It hits that sweet parody spot that only people who really love the source material can pull off. Can’t believe how much I’ve ended up loving that show.