Rail. Buzzword marketing is for the leasing agencies. Everyone else wants test results. The playing field for sales is greatly leveled when everyone has to be certified to industry standards, are selling only approved designs, and are largely playing within a mutually-assured-destruction set of requirements defined by competitors working together. Defects are reported to the regulating body. It’s almost beautiful.
On the other hand, demonstrably good improvements are slow to be implemented.
For me, yes, cards are still used. I work in transportation. Half the certified companies are small hands-on repair shops, so there’s probably a beige office with a real rollodex. Most traveling auditors are semi-retirees so cards are the default, but certainly not required. Most presenters at conferences are from the biggest ~5 companies, fighting each other for market space, so they like handing out cards with a big company logo and their latest job title. I hand them out because this is the first job that provided them to me, so it’s been exciting. Plus, people seem to actually like my company. And, with a box of 500, I’m likely to change job titles before I deplete them at this rate.
My industry is not trying to be on the bleeding edge or marketing and buzzwords. Product goes through years of tiered in-service testing before market release. It’s all about results, not techy contact scans
Those guys already stop short of wiping clean and avoid touching their asshole in the shower
Better, it hits harder every year.
I just wanna fuckin sleep
Bath Salts by Highly Suspect
Alright, I’m mistaken on the supplies. And yes, I remember the heat shield was there, hence the ship was still there, but I remember something about it being hot. Wasn’t there still something supernatural about how he moved? And how he seemed to take control of the other person?
But is he generic? He’s survived without enough supplies and in intense heat. I also loved Sunshine up until then, as I wasn’t a fan of the supernatural ending. But same with Event Horizon. And Pandorum… Maybe it’s my mistake for falling for it 3, no, 4 times. I forgot The Black Hole (1979) is Event Horizon
I thought he was crazy. Now I know the sky is the only place without deaf ears.
The unofficial Warhammer origin movie of the unofficial trilogy, followed by Sunshine (2007) and Pandorum (2009)
Edit: optional 4th: The Black Hole (1979). Disney’s original take on the space opera is actually just a worse version of Event Horizon
Do you happen to be frequently. On the edge of sleep deprivation? Either by continually running short on total hours and/or by ignoring the first wave of sleepiness? In my experience, such habits bring upon The Horrors. I’ve recently been honing in on those as random bouts of artistic endeavor. If I’m gonna dream it up, I may as well put it to paper
Anyway, my suggestion is The Jaunt by Stephen King. I think it’s only about 20 pages, part of a collection of other short stories. I have yet to read it myself
But even with all that, God just can’t balance a checkbook. He needs you to give 10% of human created currency to…uhhh…look, just put your money in the bowl. Don’t question it.
Subscription model x ponzi scheme
It took time to accept it, but reading up on Mother Theresa’s controversies was part of my separation. “I’m not trying to ease suffering, I’m increasing the number followers”. The healthy don’t cry out and ask for God’s help.
Therefore, the tithes must continue until death. You don’t want to be stuck outside the pearly gates because you cheated the church of a few dollars in 2051, right? I hope those gummy bears in 2012 were worth it.
Look at the Vatican. The money there… They could end world hunger. They won’t, because they’d lose subscribers. The Vatican ending hunger would be on par with Belle Delphine finally showing her pussy. The chase would be over and the business model would collapse. She’s mortal and has more than she can spend. The Vatican thinks it’s immortal. Imagine preaching the words of Jesus about loving, caring for, feeding, ans clothing thy neighbor, asking followers to support global efforts, but living in a gilded palace in pasta centro.
That’s my favorite music video
I just watched Blade for the first time. The computer model of the ascension chamber felt a lot like the visualization of the Gibson mainframe operated by that magician/skateboarder duo
The one who sent me the hammer murder was normal. I don’t know how he came across it, but I think he was in shock and pain and didn’t know how else to process the emotions. I don’t remember him being amused or excited, just kind of upset. I fully believe he was a good person then and believe he’s still good, so of course I feel bad for him. I never sent it around, and I’ve never mentioned how it has stuck with me. But it makes me wonder about how such videos propogate across social media like that, going between healthy people, occasionally landing on someone who needs help, not a gateway to discovering the genre.
Humans are complex.
Not since the great skrillex carrington event that caused dubstep to diverge into two poles. The classic slower, 4-layer-max UK dubstep (wub wub) was forever polarized from the faster, ADHD-style, 30-layer, youtube-sample-ridden, Optimus Prime-sounding dubstep (varoo errrg gu gu errrg eeee paaaaaause didli didli skkrrrrrr). There’s at least two songs on loop now.
The idea comes from the fact that there’s multiple concurrent trends at any given time. But also the BTTF posters. Also consider how the monochrome movement made neon stand out even more than it did during the vibrant 60s and 70s. And yet, all of this varies greatly by region. We’re all seemingly assuming USA, so an NYC/LA experience will not match Birmingham or Dallas
Same. I’m guessing such shock and gore videos have become too relatable along with a healthy increase of empathy. (edit: is that just frontal lobe development?) Plus, both of those were about sex acts, so if you were 15-25, horny brain dumb, horny brain no think deep, hormones raging.
2G1C, c2010: haha poop, ewww (edit: fixed the line break and all the “we’re” mistakes
2G1C, c2020: poop. Ew. Why are they doing this? Were they paid enough? Were they too desperate? Were they forced? Can you imagine the smell? Did they get sick? Severely ill?
I forget if Hands was the jar or the horse, but living in the /b/ world, I’m sure part of the punchline and disassociation was that it’s gay. At the time, I was one of those “I don’t hate gay people, but don’t let me see it”. Now I see how ridiculous that is, to demand the world conform to my viewing pleasure preferences (oooobbbviously, hot lesbians would be hot and NOT gay). Now I realize how only recently, LGBT+ have gotten rights, how they recently weren’t even legally allowed to be public, how other parts of the world consider it a death sentence. Now I know everyone has their kinks and that safe sex knowledge and safe toy access should be human rights. So maybe, just maybe, it was a deeply misfortunate series of events that led him to injury/death, chasing something he couldn’t discuss with knowledgeable people openly (either never inset hollow glass or no, you cannot handle the force of a horse). I’m not saying bestiality is fine, but there’s clearly no shortage of horse cock dildos or other animals.
The one that I think started to change me was the hammer murder, pounding the guy’s face in. I can still hear his dying breaths. There was no joke there, no humor, no real identifiable dissociative marks except the language. Just a murder on video, circulated all the same as 2G1C or Mr. Hands or… 1 Guy 1 Jar? Or waifu hentai , or heartfelt discussions on anime, or rape, or actual torture porn, or laughing at death videos from China/India. I have way too many empathetic considerations now for people to ignore all of that just because I liked the short format porn.
And then I think about the posters, too. I assume they’re evil, but I of course know no one is born evil. What went wrong? Society, government, school, work, social media, manosphere influencers?
I’m tired, remember?
I’m glad you’re married but I’m concerned it was kept a secret. I guess if there’s a personal/family history of miscarriages, someone might want to hold the news in…
The thumbnail is a picture of me, after work, doom scrolling, to deenergized to do anything else. My go-to is coffee as a pick me up. Then, 15 minutes later, the thumbnail is a picture of me, doom scrolling, but now on the toilet. I hate it here
Not sure to what depth of decisions you’re talking about, but it sounds like low-impact stuff if they’re instant. The vast majority of decisions made throughout the day have no real impact on your life in any measurable way.
I like a dumpling restaurant near me. I pick anything in my top 5. Why not #1? Because I don’t know which is the best dumpling. I can spend an hour trying to perfectly gauge my mood against their offerings, or I can settle for, potentially, 5th best in one minute. That’s #5 out of 40. If you ask me why I chose that particular type, I’ll say I don’t know, and then formulate my inner thoughts into a coherent sentence. It’s not lying, it’s just translating feelings into words. Feelings that represent a decision that will likely not affect my life. The important decision was to eat, not find the #1 dumpling. Plus, yes, it’s nice to give yourself reassurance that you made a good decision. Again, it’s not lying to yourself to make yourself believe it, it’s reminding yourself that you made a fine decision. It’s decided, so you may as well seek the benefits. If it’s the wrong decision, you can’t undo it, but you can make new decisions to change course.
How often do you make wrong decisions as opposed to simply less-than-the-best? Probably pretty rarely. Sure, there could be larger school or career choices, but you have no way of knowing how life would have played out on the other path. Maybe you’d make more money, or maybe you’re only seeing the highlights reel from someone else. Maybe your current path is hitting a dead end, but maybe the other path included the worst manager of your life. Maybe you got stuck in surprise traffic, but maybe you avoided being part of another accident. Life moves forward and you’re still walking.
If you find yourself dwelling on every decision, taking too long to decide, second guessing it after committing, and then feeling regret that there was a better option despite fulfilling your actual need, those aren’t pensive thoughts. That’s probably anxiety.