Master And Commander: The Far Side of the Earth.

It’s a war movie with an all male cast, and the manliest moment in it is when the Doctor who is doing surgery on himself to remove a bullet from his chest, looks at the captain who is assisting and asks “Are you alright?” And the marine that accidentally shot him is anxiously waiting outside the tent to make sure he’s okay. GAH I’m going to the store and buying some beer and some popcorn and I’m watching a movie tonight.

It can be. If you look on a lot of the websites for video games they grant licenses to stream the game’s audio assets in the context of streaming gameplay.

I’m all but two of those.

Second draft of this comment, because I realize this has happened a lot during my lifetime.

Star Wars, like Star Trek, The Legend of Zelda - a lot of the media I grew up with - started out as stories, and then transitioned to settings, and have now become paint colors.

There used to be an answer for “Who is the main character of Star Wars?” When I was a kid, that answer was Luke Skywalker. When I was a teenager, the answer changed to Darth Vader, and now it’s a meaningless question, like who’s the main character of brutalism or who’s the protagonist of JNCO jeans?

Miss Mary Mack.

I hear she dressed in black with silver buttons down her back.

The girl arts. Double dutch, the hand games like Miss Mary Mack and Bisquick, stuff girls seemed to spontaneously do that boys had nothing to do with. It feels like, when I was 6, the girls around me were always teaching each other stuff like that, and then by the time I was 16 it had transformed into teaching each other the cha cha slide. Done well those hand clap games and such could be impressive to watch.

Okay, so back in the 1990s Charter Medical Corporation ran a suicide prevention hotline with the number 1-800-CHARTER. They ran a massive TV ad campaign with the tagline “If you don’t get help at Charter, please, get help somewhere.” These commercials ran on daytime TV so they were a little…oblique. Euphemistic. So that children wouldn’t understand them. So we didn’t.

Around that time, it was popular slang among teh youthz to say “you need help” as a way of calling someone stupid. You can hear one of Roger’s daughters say it in the first Lethal Weapon movie in response to his attempt at rapping.

And of course, people who “need help” should call Charter. So in the 1990’s there was a fad of us school kids calling each other stupid by saying “You need to call Charter.” And I wonder how local that was, I know at least two elementary schools in my county did that. American Millennials, do you remember this?

There also wouldn’t be gestapo in Minneapolis.

Does anyone care though?

“oil”

I’m sick of this lie that the internet isn’t real.

Have you ever heard it said that character is who you are in the dark? Kind of a Jungian take, the whole “you change your persona depending on environment and company, you’re only ever your true self when you think nobody’s watching.”

Well, I think the internet is “in the dark.” It brings out the actual in people.

I don’t. In fact I don’t have two devices running the same distro at the moment.

My desktop is running Fedora KDE, which offered solid Wayland performance with my hardware.

My laptop is running Mint Cinnamon. Fedora would work on it, but it’s funny how often I have to dig out the laptop to do something because the software doesn’t work on Fedora.

My tablet is running Fedora GNOME because for a touch UI it’s the least worst. It’s fuckpuke, but it’s not boiling caustic fuckpuke.

My HTPC is running Bazzite. Mostly in desktop mode because most of what I do with it is watch Youtube and there isn’t a good solution to do that in Steam Big Picture mode.

I have a couple Pis running PiOS because there’s basically not a better solution.

Why doesn’t anyone care?

They only people who care about a man are the people he is paying for, and maybe not even then.

I am an '87 model, class of 2005, 8th grade was 2000-2001 for me. 8th grade for me was the only year I did at a brand new middle school; the school was for 6-8 and it opened my 8th grade year. They made a big thing about computers, and we all got at least some training in MS Works. Yeah. I took an elective class instead of like, Spanish or something that was more training in formatting shit like memos…I’ve never written a “memo” in my fucking life, memos were repealed when I was in college, you use email or teams or something now. And I took a course my freshman year of high school about the same thing.

I swear there were like 5 kinds of memos that were formatted differently we were supposed to know the differences between. That class was like British table manners. “If the starter course includes a meat dish, hold your starter fork without using your thumb or smallest finger, while crossing your ankles with your left in front of right on most days and right in front of left on Tuesdays and the Queen’s birthday.” “For an inter-departmental memo, single space and hanging intent, with the address of the company left justified and the contact information of the memo’s originator right justified. But for an intra-department memo…” That’s where I was on 9/11, in that classroom. I didn’t learn much about typing in there, I learned how to type on MSN messenger hitting on girls.

IIRC some restaurants were flavoring their oil with horse tallow.

pneumatic staple gun.

Debating letter vs spirit of law is a symptom of a shittily written law.

The fairies in A Link to the Past were on a spectrum between Tinkerbell gossamer wings and a tiny dress, to angelic bird winged and long gowns. When a fairy appeared on screen, there would be soothing harp music.

On the N64, fairies were either firefly like glow balls with insect wings, or…pointy, head-tentacled, vine clad women that screech like a witch when they emerge or retire?

I’m right slam in the middle of the millennials; I first heard of google in 8th grade.

Chicks going to cons cosplaying as Lara Croft with half a shoebox up her shirt will never stop being funny.

“communism” devolves faster, is basically my thesis statement. I say, as an owner of a lot of power tools.