I don’t for a second believe this is about the rising cost. It raised by $0.04. Someone below said that works out to a savings of $600,000.

Alright, but for an individual, it’s $0.04.

Just increase the final price by $0.25. You made back your $600,000. Plus whatever $0.21 would equate to as GAINS.

Fuck guys. You suck at business. This is what happens when companies replace their CEO with AI.

I mean, have you seen his dwelling? It was a mess!

No no. He was.

I was 17 on that day, working my 2nd day at my first ever job. I was supposed to work my 2nd day the day before, but this McDonalds was in a mall. And they closed the mall that day.

It was soooooooo erie that day. I’ve never seen anything like it before or since, and it lasted about a week.

People were just zombies. They didn’t know how to exist. I had a register. I existed by making my own job more important than it really was. In my mind, I was there to serve a purpose of helping people by serving them something firmiliar. Anytime things got intense, I could look down at my register. Burgers and fries. Burgers and fries. Get their drink. Get them an apple pie. Job job job. No need to think. Just need to work.

But everyone else in my line didn’t have that. They were alone. Surrounded by others. All dealing with this together. Individually. Alone.

One woman, in the middle of the line, 5 registers, she’s in the 3rd line, about 4 people back, so literally in the dead center of the line with people on all sides. She’s standing in silence. Then without warning falls to her knees, laying on the ground. Openly weeping. Others assisted her in standing back up. Which formed into a group hug. She was the one who fell, but I think everyone needed that group hug.

I just started giving out apple pies. For free. My manager questioned me, and I said “look at these people. We all need a little something today. If you want to charge me for the pies so be it.”

She didn’t. Next day she had a box of 100 pins. The pins were those lapel pins that you can wear on your dress shirt. They were of the American flag. We gave them out. They only lasted like 15 minutes.

But Sept 12th is a day I remember almost as much as the 11th. Because of how quiet and erie everything was. How everyone had 1000% empathy. Everyone held doors for everyone else. Nobody said a word. It would have been nice if it weren’t for the massive tragedy that caused it.

Today, yes. In 1996 “doxxing” wasn’t a term. The internet was so new to people that nobody knew what it could even do.

I’ll give you a great example. I remember watching a news report fall of 2000, where K*B Toys was trying this untested idea. Could they use the internet to sell things? The experts said no, and that the internet was a fad. It simply wasn’t a medium you could use for commercial things…ebay aside.

In 1996 Google didn’t even exist yet. I don’t think Amazon was even a bookstore yet. The internet in those days was primitive, and the wild west of the technology realm.

Plot twist. She doesn’t reduce the number of guys flashing her. She now attracts guys who get off on being hit in the nuts.

Great little lass, with a loving heart and a lot of sass!

I remember in 1996 my neighbor was in one of these fancy new things on the internet called a “chat room”.

He got into an arguement with someone. It got heated. Until the other guy threatened to show up at my neighbors house.

My neighbor scoffed and laughed.

Then the guy put in my neighbors real address. To this day, that still scares me. And back then internet crime wasn’t taken seriously. In fact doxxing back then may not yet have even been a crime.

Those aren’t people anymore. They’re taxidermied corpses. There’s a difference.

Also, stop doing that.

Heeeeey. Former kid, current adult, and future crazy old man here. Quick question. Do they still have 1 box of communal porn in the woods? Every woods had one when I was a kid, but I haven’t been in the woods ever since we had to kill that bear.

Just wondering if woods porn is still a thing.

No no. It’s far easier an explaination.

I have critical thinking skills. I see the world is hot garbage. I see the ecconomy is not only harsh,but DESIGNED to be harsh. We live in a 2 income household society. You’re EXPECTED to have a partner who makes a full time living, while you ALSO have a full time living.

I do not have a partner. I can barely afford rent. I somehow don’t qualify for SNAP, even before the defunding. Which means most days I just don’t eat.

Why the FUCK would I want children?

Meanwhile, if I didn’t have critical thinking skills, I might just go out, fuck a bunch of women. Be dumb enough to not wear condoms, and now have 18 different kids with 23 different women. Obviously I’d be an absentee father in these kids lives. And the women willing to have sex with that version of me wouldn’t be very bright either.

The end result is the dumb version of me would have dumb kids with dumb women.

The smart version of me doesn’t have, and isn’t planning on having kids.

Sammy.

Or Donkey. One time I just started calling her Donkey one day, and she responded like she liked that name better than Sammy. So I’d call her Donkey, and my mom would call her Sammy. And she’d respond to me more.

She would do this thing where she would jump straight up at my chest when I got home from somewhere.

She expected me to catch her, midair, at chest level, so I could hold her like a baby. Well I’d gotten so used to it, just catching her everytime. Then I came home one day with 7 bags of groceries in both hands. I walk through the door. My plan was to go over to the dinning room table, put the bags on the table, and THEN do cat greetings.

She had other ideas. She trusted me so much not to hurt her, and trusted the routine so much that she ignored my full hands. She jumps up, my hands are full, and it happens so fast you don’t have time to think. Just time to react.

I ended up closing my forearms around her, and essentially catching her on top of the groceries. She just looks at me like “C’mon dude. We’ve practiced this. What are you doing???”. And I just asked her “Are you comfy now? Laying on my bread, and what looks like a box of stuffing? Couldn’t wait for me to put down the groceries?”

Not in a mean way. In text form it looks so much harsher than it is. I was using playful loving voice…but I was also a tad annoyed.

I learned that with groceries to just put the groceries on the porch. Come in empty handed. Do cat greetings, and THEN go back to the porch and bring in groceries.

So much so, that she’s been passed away for over 15 years at this point, and occasionally out of habbit I leave the groceries on the porch, come in, and realize “oh, right…” and then bring in my groceries.

it can be absolute pain for those expecting things to just work

Which is like 95% of people.

Imagine if cars worked this way. Imagine you needed to be a mechanic to operate your vehicle. To start and drive your car, you first have to do automotive work, and know how to do automotive work.

A lot less people would drive themselves. A lot more Ubers.

I don’t see them as trolls. I’ve been on ZorinOS for about a year now. I hate it because I don’t know how to do anything, but I’m not smart enough to learn terminal.

Flatpaks are the answer to installation. But any problem I have, I google, and every result starts the same way.

"Ok, Step 1, open terminal

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

I have a 100% rate of those solutions not working for me. And the reason is simple. Those solutions assume you know how to use linux. So when you copy and paste their terminal commands, and your terminal responds with error: dependancies not found, YOU know how to fix that error and it works for you. But for most regular people, thats the end of that. Problem not solved. Problem remains a problem FOREVER.

No, seriously. I have a usb recovery stick that allows me to backup/restore my hard drive exactly how it is. Anytime I have to use terminal I ALWAYS make a backup of my hard drive first. Which takes 4 hours. And the reason for that is, when I inevitably fuck something up in terminal, and the whole OS crashes, and refuses to boot, I have a backup. It takes nearly 20 hours to restore the image, but it works. But whatever problem I was trying to solve remains.

Imagine if that were your linux experience. Windows spies on you. They have enshitification out the ass. But it works for the masses without technical knowledge.

The other issue is that businesses use windows. So most people are firmiliar with windows. So all the popular programs are on windows. Linux has a way to emulate windows programs, but its hard to get working, and sometimes just DOESN’T work.

If linux had every single program windows has, 100% as a flatpak, it would do wonders for install rate…for about a year.

Once people install the programs, they’ll at some point run into an issue. On windows you solve the problem 99% of the time by restarting. On linux, that hasn’t fixed any of my problems once.

These people aren’t trolls. They just have a different opinion than you from a different perspective.

Next time you have an issue in linux, any issue, regardless of how small, I want you to turn off your computer for 4 hours. Then turn it back on for 5 minutes. Then off again for 20 hours. Don’t solve the issue. I know YOU can solve the issue in 30 seconds, but don’t. After the 24 hours no computer use, just live with the problem for the rest of your life.

Yeah, that doesn’t sound fun, does it? Sounds like a reason to have a sour experience. Suddenly they don’t seem like trolls.

When I had a cat in the 90s, we used to prank each other.

I’d wait until she was asleep, and curled like this. Then I’d place a feather right behind her back, and put my hand under a book or under a cover. Just enough that I could hold the feather, without her seeing my hand.

Then I’d use the feather to lightly scratch her back with the feather. The trick was making it so she barely felt it.

She’d wake up, roll over, and just see a still feather. Then she’d curl back up. Then it would wiggle. She’d look over, and just see a feather. She would investigate but my hand was long gone. But she knew it was me somehow.

So then when I’d sleep, she would attack my toes. And when I woke up because it tickled, I’d see her curled up, and “sleeping”.

I miss her. Only cat that got the concept of pranks.

Ok, I won’t. Partially because I have no clue who James Carville is, and partially because James Carville sounds like a guys name.

The fediverse is only unappealing to normies because nobody listens to my ideas! When will society learn that I am the greatest man to ever live in history, and my word should be what generations worship for the rest of their lives?

Anyways…

All you gotta do to make the fediverse popular, is program the fediverse to give you a blowjob everytime you say “I’ve had a rough day!”

And then it cleans your house, and spanks your spouse!

I will accept all of your money now, please!

a new type of internet will look somewhat more like it did in the late 90s

I can remember in 1998 my mom showing my aunt what the internet was. My mom says “You can even chat with the president! I was talking in a chatroom last night with Bill Clinton!”

Then she pulls up www.whitehouse.com.

Now I haven’t been there in decades, but back in 1998 that website was a porn website where they had a bill clinton imposter porn actor, and an imposter porn actress for Hillary and one for Monica.

As soon as the page starts loading, my mom screams, and sends 14 year old me out of the room.

Apperently the night before she went to whitehouse.gov. Which is a TOTALLY different site.

I never did find out what chatroom she really went to, and who she was talking to.

Oops! I dropped my magnum condom for my monster dong!