Even the freebies that I want to play, I almost never play through Epic, and usually wait until I get another copy on Steam. The overall experience of playing a game through Epic is just… bleugh.

I think I’ve only completed one game on Epic, Layers of Fear 2. The other stuff I’ve played has essentially been like playing a demo, to see if it’s worth adding to my Steam wishlist. That’s how subtractive to the enjoyment of gaming Epic is.

I also just dislike their practice of exclusivity and feel uncomfortable supporting it with my wallet. At least with Ubisoft, EA and Rockstar, it’s only their own games they wall off like that, and they almost always have a Steam-connected version so there’s at least the illusion of having everything in one place. Epic is a black hole. I don’t even remember the games that have been or are still exclusive there, because I just never encounter any information about them apart from occasional news articles about how unprofitable they’ve been even after X-number of years. It’s kinda sad, for the devs who work hard on something for years and 8 people play the fucker.

I used to be a 9/11 Truther 😭 Turned out that I, too, was mentally unwell and socially isolated even worse than that hairy fella on the island with a face painted on a football. It’s crazy (if I can use that word in this context) how your brain can look at something and be 100% convinced of it, and the exact same information can look ludicrously and obviously bullshit a year later when your psychological well-being is in a better place.

Advice: don’t bother debating conspiracists on their ‘evidence’, but when they hopefully emerge from their pit of psychosis, welcome them back with open arms. And, perhaps most importantly, ensure they know that that non-judgemental welcome is there for them whenever they want it. The less social friction/cringe/embarrassment they feel is awaiting them, the easier and quicker they can transition into some sort of normality again. Debating the details of whatever conspiracist horseshit it happens to be is like trying to cure schizophrenia by proving the person’s hallucinated demons wrong with FACTS and LOGIC. You’ll just make it worse.

Random erections at the worst conceivable time, and Squishy Wilbert Syndrome when stiffness is actually required, makes me think my penis is haunted by a mischievous 11th century sprite called Lomtomp the Rascal.

Making people think that seeing ads that interest them is a concession from the ad industry, to the point that people actively try to help advertisers sell more effectively to them by opting in to it, is the greatest piece of bullshittery I’ve ever seen in all of human history. I’ve never seen a more successful grift before or since. Jeffrey Epstein’s blackmail scheme involving the world’s billionaires has nothing on this reprehensible shit. You gotta admire it, despite it being pure unadulterated evil, regardless of whether or not it’s actually effective in the end. The fact remains, we accepted this hilariously-transparent con into our lives with open arms and actually complain when it’s not performing well enough.

Slightly different motivations in play. For a start, how can they be femcels if the whole premise of the app is to screen men for the purposes of safe dating? Secondly, screening men so you don’t get abused is not even in the same country, let alone ballpark, as doxxing people on 4chan because you’re an antifeminist incel, an actual incel, who wants to score points with other worthless societal lip crust.

Was it a perfect app and did everyone on it comport themselves impeccably? Of course not, but you’d be an obtuse bad faith dickhead to demand otherwise. It’s just the case that these are the kinds of lengths women have to go to to protect themselves.

And let’s be clear, men do the same shit. Men talk about their bad dates with psycho women and warn each other about them, and they share nudes and other private stuff that the women didn’t intend to be shared amongst the man’s friend group. We don’t need an app with photographic evidence and licence plates and addresses because the abuse men face is usually not being raped or beaten to a pulp. But if you’re a pickup artist or a virulent incel, you’ll probably have a database of women you’ve compiled for reasons other than your own safety. Stop pretending that the stresses of relationships that men and women face are equivalent.

That app is an emergent property of decades of men’s grotesque behaviour. Technology has now put some power into the hands of women so that they can quickly and efficiently share info with each other, and you expect them to wave away that power and just let RNG dictate whether they have a normal date or a survival horror video game.

Fuck 4chan, fuck incels, the end.

Mount Hushmore

If you say it in the same tone of voice that Muhammad Ali used to tell Joe Frazier to sit down during that television chat show altercation, and while slowly unzipping your trousers in a manner similar to when a cop places his hand on his holstered Glock, it works pretty well.

When talking about the date with another human, DD/MM (+YYYY if required); when doing anything related to the sorting of files by date, YYYY/MM/DD.

What exactly happens to salt that makes it “expired”? Some sort of mould from the air growing on it or something?

1. Always turn up to social gatherings with pocketfuls of Babybel cheeses
2. If #1 doesn’t clinch it, it was never meant to be

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