Legit question: which requires the less amount of fabric?

The current TechBro fetish, just like the Metaverse was, and the NFTs, and the Crypto.

When the bubble burst, which will be the next TechBro fetish?

I wish, what I’ve seen of it is amazing, but I don’t have the money or the specs to do it. 🥲

I took the month of Halloween as an excuse to replay all of Silent Hill and it has been a fantastic experience, very nostalgic. I’m already playing the 4th game and when I finish it I’m going to jump into playing short horror games on Itch.io.

I can’t agree more.

I don’t know what are you talking about. I didn’t mark the post as nsfw and when I try to modify it, the nsfw option is disabled.

You’re one of mine 🤜🤛

For me the one of the greatest is the Sputnik, it was the beginning of something amazing.

I know all that, it’s what causes me the most frustration. In the end the “Greatest Achievement of Mankind” is not much different than a guy jumping to touch the ceiling because they told him “bet you can’t reach”, and after that, unless they find oil or some shit like that on the moon, they’re never coming back… At least the Americans, since the Chinese do plan to establish “something” there, at least to show they can.

Something, anything in the freaking moon.

Why haven’t we been back there in, like, 50 years? That mission was done with computers that were less powerful than my stupid phone.

Anything, a telescope, a transmitter of I-don’t-know-what shit, a lunar farm, a Coca-Cola or Disney advertising, ANYTHING!

I don’t remember if it was when I was 18 or 19, but there was a birthday when my plan was to invite my friends over for pizzas and have a good time at home. I had communicated this very clearly to my family. The thing is that when my friends arrived at the time I told them, my family didn’t have anything ready, I asked them what was going on and they didn’t answer me. My friends, who lived far away, had to leave at dusk. It was then that my family became active, and they put me to make the pizzas, the appetizers and so on, all for them and without my consent or knowledge. Eventually my friends came to think that I didn’t want them to eat pizza or be there to celebrate, and it made me feel really bad. I think ever since then, when my family asks me what I want to do for my birthday, I say nothing, since they will still do whatever they want.

Whenever I see on Youtube Shorts something too crazy to be true, I immediately do a quick research and don’t stop until I have three sources (counting wikipedia) to corroborate the information.

En verdad no tengo problemas con la edad para votar actual.

Estoy convencido, como alguien ya adulto que pasó por la adolescencia, de que los adolescentes no tienen idea de que es lo que quieren en la vida, son muy volubles y manipulables y no es hasta que llegan a la adultez que pueden empezar crearse una idea de cuáles son sus ideales politicos. Vamos, incluso los adultos no lo tienen muy claro hasta que están más cerca de los 30 que de los 20, pero aumentar la edad de votación hasta las 30 o más sacaría a muchos de votantes de la ecuación, la mayoría de ellos gente con ideas progresistas.

Los 18 quizá no sea ideal, pero es aceptable. Hablas de Greta, por lo que he leído recientemente ella a sus dieciocho ha madurado aún más sus ideas, dándose cuenta de que los problemas son más sistemático, algo de lo que quizá no era consciente a sus 16. En lo personal, hay un montón de cosas que no consideraba a mis 16 que no fue hasta mis 22, cuando pude votar por primera vez, que me di cuenta de ellas.

Hey, that sounds cool! I’ll give it a try.

They are into something…

What about a Pokemon dating app? Like, you fill a quizz that gives you the type of Pokemon you are (with stats and all) and you have to match with the person that is most compatible to you. If everything goes well, you two have a new baby pokemon to take care.

It’s so stupid that it could somehow works.

Every day is Cat days if you’re lazy enough.

Ah ok 😅

My cat gets like this all the time and we live in a Caribbean country. She’s probably cold-sensitive, I guess.

It’s hardly related, but I once had a nightmare that I was back to high school and had to take an exam on integrals, but since I didn’t know anything I just repeated to the teacher (who strangely was my college teacher) that I was an arts student.

When I woke up, I asked my friends who were studying engineering what integrals were, none of them gave me a satisfactory answer, so to this day I still have no idea what they are.

Cats can’t read Hegel nor Nietzsche, so I say no, they can’t experience existential dread.