

Fiona cares little for my game of correspondence chess
My plan for this weekend is to be on the road until Sunday with back-to-back social engagements. It’s going to be exhausting, but worthwhile.


Fiona cares little for my game of correspondence chess
My plan for this weekend is to be on the road until Sunday with back-to-back social engagements. It’s going to be exhausting, but worthwhile.


Unmet expectations, even for tiny things, are distressing for me too. Sometimes I think I should change, (e.g. I’d rather not lose my shit because someone moved my charger), other times I feel unchangeable and try to accommodate my different brain (e.g. lists! A million lists everywhere for everything!)


Thank you for your post, Hazel looks a lot like Fiona
The highlight of my day is the iced coffee my wife made for me for my drive to work.
I have a software development job where the lack of direction is anxiety inducing. Today I was able to work for about 10 minutes before I hit a dead-end (unreproducible bug, no logs) now I’m waiting to hear back on scheduling a call with the customer and browsing Lemmy until I get to go home.
I feel insane pretending to look busy so that digital currency can be moved from one column to another, and in turn the global economy decides that I am allowed to have food, housing, and healthcare (USA).


Gah, she’s so little oh my god! Maybe I’m projecting a bit from my own situation, e.g. Here’s Fiona demonstrating couch scratching technique next to the couch she scratched (unrelated scratching post in the corner).


Ah, well if it isn’t the reason we can’t have nice things reminder of the impermanence of possessions & the profound joy of companionship
The moral of the original book is that the tricks and tools are not a replacement for self control. It’s humbling that a literal children’s book can (re)teach us profound things. And to me, it’s comforting to know that a child’s fresh mind is infinitely better at things so many of us struggle with (e.g., a phoneless child isn’t addicted to screens, a newborn can become a vegan as easily as an omnivore)


I think this capacity for “productive discomfort” has an older name that feels almost out of date. It’s patience
Fuck. Most of the problems in my life seem to be addressed by the most simple and difficult things I’ve heard a thousand times, yet fail to adequately incorporate into my life (“patience is a virtue”, “drink water & eat vegetables”, “stay active” etc.)
Gateway & warp gate changes are huge. I’m excited to try new cheeses


Apex enshitification 


In my neck of the woods “thank god for this people crusher, I love it when my government crushes people and I will continue to vote for whichever candidate promises to crush the most people” is a depressingly common sentiment 😞
Because racism and sexism connote a broad power dynamic of oppression, and since white men have most of the political and social power, critiques of them are not sexist or racist. I’d say OP is just a sexually & racially prejudicial strawman, i.e. a lemmy shitpost ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )
If I was on windows I’m sure the unofficial patch would’ve done it all, but in linux I had to use a couple of virtualisation tools I’d never heard of (whereas every game I’ve tried from this decade runs out of the box with Proton). The most hair-pulling step was that I had to run the game via a symlink because if the full path to the executable was too long it’d crash to desktop before I even got to hear the menu music. God bless the protondb commenter that figured that out.
I recently had a hankering to play Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines. Because the game is so old and buggy, and because I’m running Linux, it took a lot of patching and tweaks to get running. Probably took around 4 hours, because you can’t tell which random fix someone posted a decade ago will work until you try it. It was a very authentic experience of gaming in the early 2000s, and the struggle made playing the game all the more fun.

Thank you for creating fun hole content


Do you have a source on this? It’d be great ammo for convincing my associates to ditch the platform


Amethyst. This is my favorite in the whole collection 


The way she fits & fills that basket is so cozy and satisfying, I love that for her :)


Very wise, consider me convinced
I prefer optimistic nihilism, such as John keats’ epitaph “Here lies one whose name was writ in water”. ashes to ashes dust to dust, the wheel in the sky keeps on turning, same as it ever was etc.