Cyrus Draegur

Poly-Panro-Ace It/They friendly neighborhood wholesome degenerate abomination from beyond the stars (mostly harmless™). Atomic energy enthusiast. Architecture enjoyer. Mecha appreciator. Sci-Fi reader. Winged caniform bipedal warforged magitech cyber-lich in its dreams.

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  • Cyrus Draegur@lemmy.ziptoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.worldTips
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    5 days ago

    Blankets are great because you only have to pay for them once, and now that you have them, they can keep you warm basically forever.

    Now, when it’s HOT weather, fuck it I’m using electricity for air conditioning; it’s getting legitimately dangerously hot these past few years and THAT SHIT is what will kill me if I don’t pay up x.x


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    I’d say it’s because consumerism is a kind of brain rot all its own. The media landscape we’ve been living in for generations has sold us this ridiculous fantasy that happiness means owning (or at least temporarily renting) luxury goods.

    The plurality, if not majority, of the population here has never had to adjust their expectations or really sit down and think hard about what’s actually worth acquiring. We treat desires for convenience and novelty as though they are necessities. But they aren’t.

    What’s actually a necessity is having something fulfilling to occupy your time, as a counterbalance to keep you sane, and that activity does not HAVE to be of the sort that costs a lot of money. Take up art using cheap supplies–just sketch with standard number two pencils on white lined notebook paper or perhaps play music on improvised instruments made of household objects. It doesn’t have to be good in order to become meaningful and if you do it enough it’ll BECOME good. Walk outside when the weather happens to be nice. Learn to ride a bicycle again. Visit a library. Pretend to sword fight with a friend using a fallen tree branch. You don’t have to drop several grand on a resort vacation. You don’t have to go into debt for a fancy car. You don’t need to buy the latest edition of “triple a” micro transaction slop from so-called “studios” that don’t give one single solitary wet shart about actual creativity and fire all their devs immediately every time a project wraps.

    Money can’t buy whimsy.

    All it can do is, at best, remove obstacles from between you and being able to enjoy something. If it’s not being used to simplify your life, then it’s COMPLICATING your life: Giving you only empty distraction that does not provide your experience with any fertile ground for meaning. This is but one of the many ways we are socially “poisoned” and then told that conspicuous consumption is the antidote. It’s not. it’s just even more poison.

    You know what the most enjoyable experience I had was in the past several months? Just sitting in the living room at a gathering of friends where everyone brought a little home made food and listening to their happy voices. It cost me next to nothing but turned out to be worth more than anything.

    My computer is more than ten whole years old now but it handles old games i could find on sale just dandy and doesn’t need some suped-up rtx gpu to let me pirate some shows XD

    I stopped mindlessly gorging myself on junk food, and now basically only eat either efficient daily maintenance nutrition OR choose to visit a small locally owned restaurant no more than once per week. I’m never spending upwards of fifteen fucking dollars on a fast food burger “meal” ever again.

    Divest of tacky opulence. Defy Wall Street and its siren song of ruin disguised as prosperity. Embrace the elegance of simplicity and spontaneity. If this sprawling parasitic infestation we’ve mistaken for an *economy" can’t survive without sucking the life out of us all then maybe it deserves to collapse.









  • My faith in the law has been shattered for quite some time, and the insidious (subconscious) whispers in the back of my mind suggest that there has never been any justice, only an illusion of it.
    And that what we call ‘justice’ is merely specific instances of harm happening to people in ways we happen to prefer

    [sanity check stack-dump initialized]
    [reconstructing from first principles]

    …which I suppose would make the only real point of contention the matter of what excuses we adopt, from which we derive such preferences:
    Which of the excuses we adopt to determine preferred kinds of harm,
    as well as which of the excuses we adopt to determine preferred recipients of said harm.

    We’ve come to use kinder euphemisms than “excuses”, such as “reasons”, “rationales”, “logic”…
    Excuses with extra steps.
    Not to imply that those extra steps are useless; they are the fulcrum around which we turn our aim.

    The biggest difference between us and the feral hog infestation terrorizing communities across this entire continent is which excuses we find most or least objectionable.

    When Brennan Lee Mulligan joked in the voice of an anarchist fictional character, “Laws are threats made by the dominant socio-economic ethnic group of a given nation; It’s just a promise of violence that’s enacted, and police are basically an occupying army, ya know what I mean?”, it is still referenced now and again even half a decade after he uttered it because it resonates with people. On some level, sometimes… maybe we’re afraid it’s the truth. Not that we know it’s the truth, but that it makes us wonder, makes us interrogate ourselves, makes us question. Like an intrusive thought. Like the call of the void. Most of the time we just usher it out of our minds and remind ourselves “no, we have systems in place to manage this, we already have it figured out, we all agreed to follow the same set of presuppositions and adhere to the same social contract, so I can trust that if I follow those directives then nobody will murder me, or if they do they’ll be punished, which is a very good reason for them to not murder me.”

    … and then fucking shit like this happens.

    KINDA HARD TO DISMISS THE SINKING FEELING NOWADAYS ISN’T IT

    KINDA HARD TO JUST SMILE AND NOD AND ASSUME EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE NOW HUH

    we’re either all safe or none of us are, and right now none of us are safe.

    I still don’t know what to do. But my gut tells me that the very worst thing to do right now would be “nothing”.