There’s another? Let me guess, whale.decapitation and roadkill bear guy?

It was the T-800

Usually electronica or classical. Both just fill in with tasty noises that blend into the background. Most music composed with some sort of a music theory background tends to do this well without relying on lyrics, repetition or distractions fighting for your attention.

No, he’s still being executed.

“It’s our final offer or else we’ll get an entire already skilled workforce some place else!”

Damn. This comment section really highlights who lives on Lemmy and it’s their number 1 source for everything vs. people that just use it like a social.

Ironically, those not ignoring them are the ones empowering them. You can justify yourself however you want, but you’re just fire for your own nest.

Yup, that’s standard. If you’re about three responses in, give up, it’s already lost and incapable of focusing on the requirements. It will also lie to please. There is zero admission of confidence score. You only pick up on the things you know are wrong and considering how often that is, the rest can only be taken with a grain of salt.

Okay,.it’s time.to start investigating these people for sex crimes. Whenever weird shit like this happens, it’s almost always the people involved projecting way too hard.

That’s the question. It’s the perception of others and conformity of traditional social stereotypes. The more someone has bitten into old gender stereotypes and roles—or just gender in general—the more it’s of concern to them. It’s the same as buying into hair colour, tit size, height, etc. and thinking these define you somehow, based on old sociial opinions of them. But the truth is, it’s all faux. Man-made. Nothing in the universe cares about it except human society. If there were no society, you would not know what these concerns are. You would wear whatever the fuck you want because it’s all about practicality,.not having an identity projected toward stranger’s opinions and society.

For real, people got to let go of “gender” as perceived by societal roles/ideas aka the views strangers and how they identify you.

Everyone should be rocking dresses in hot times! They are the closest you can get to the pleasantness of rocking it all balls out around the house, but with some sun protection.

I strongly encourage everyone to take up a sarong. And if you think that’s “faggy” you can take it up with Polynesian warriors. Who, I’ll remind you, were the only ones to actually fucked British Colonialism.

When I arrived again in Australia, floods happened again—hm, maybe I’m the problem—anyway! Insurance companies were trying to get out of payments by saying flood damage was covered as a result of flooding from rain. And yes, rain obviously caused the flooding, but the rain occured up on mountains which then flowed down and flooded areas below.

The government regulators got onto it straight away.

The final attempt argument was something like “The insurances cover water coming from above, not below.”

Regulators didn’t have a bar of it. Insurance companies had to do—get this—insurance.

Everyone was happy except for insurance companies and the people that lost their homes and got financially held up for over a year as the insurance companies tried to find any leftover money for payouts because the rest was in funds. Of course.

Public servants are in service to the public. Good to know parts of the US REPUBLIC haven’t forgotten that. Lest the French request the statue be returned, despite their current domestic circumstances.

I’m starting to get old.

I can smart my house in a fully closed network and automate so much shit. But then I have to stay on top of it. I’m already at the point where it’s becoming a chore to catch up on the industry for new hardware for my rigs and I’ve done it so many times; it’s not fun anymore, it’s a job… I’m tired.

Solace is found in my headphones and a fire pit. The day Steam becomes fuckery, I’m retiring from technology and fully absolving myself into disconnection.

Hell of a time to be born, but fatigue.

Edit: Ah, who amI kidding? I’m a career data analyst. I’ll be chasing digital dragons until I die

But didn’t he say he won? While rattling off bingo numbers that seemed to have no correlation with the Polish?

Edit: Oh, god. I’ve gone for too many jokes at once. Maybe it’s time I have a kid so I can relish in their disappointment of such situations.

Edit Edit: Wow. I’m really pessimistic today.

It’s like Alphabet hate guaranteed money.

“How can we boost the next six months of investment for sake of stable income over the next decade?”

“More ads. Studies show everyone with internet access fucking loves them.”

*Brilliant! Welcome to entry level lower senior-ish management, Jenkins."

“YESSSSS! I can’t wait to tell the family about this when I’m on leave from this wonderfully accommodating work campus. All hail, G.”

“All hail, G.”

Aw man, I bet it turns out all along I’m just training AI. Why not? What a valuable asset I am. I bet I’ll end up paying for myself later

There’s no shortage of cess pools

Ah.

Yeah I thought a fab bomb was when your mate arrives to the party with a tinsel scarf and glitter fedora, demanding we all do shots and karaoke to Madonna’s greatest hits.

How very pro-life of Texas.