This is somebody’s personal ramblings. Not really a shit post. That said, I agree with it. I recently started watching “Alone”. When you get shipped off to the wilderness, you figure out real quick how dependent you are on others. Even the toughest people out there can only survive so long on their own. Humans need each other. The very idea of a “rugged individualist” is itself a giant shit post.

“Success” is relative. Don’t believe the lie that you have to have lots of money and stuff to be successful.

Also, I’ve heard it said, “if you find yourself in a room where you’re the smartest person, you’re in the wrong room.”

I’ve been very fortunate, at times, to work with people who were incredibly good at their jobs or just wise people in general. I don’t think any of those people saw themselves as anything special. They just knew something I didn’t and were happy to share. I learned a lot from them. But I have so much more to learn. I’m ok with that. It keeps things interesting.

I feel this. I started playing the piano again early in the pandemic. I did not appreciate it when I was a kid and my mom made us each practice for an hour a day but I appreciate it now.

Every morning my two youngest kids (under 5) get up around 7:00 AM. The first thing they want to do is sit on my lap in the recliner while I either read to them or turn on one of their TV shows and we just chill for an hour. We do this every day and it’s my favorite part of the day.

That is the same expression my toddler gets when he’s filling up his diaper.

I had a binder full of video CD’s because my laptop only had a CD-RW drive. It usually took two disks to hold an entire film.

Awful. We started dating in high school. I didn’t like myself back then and didn’t believe I could do any better. I let a lot of things go that I shouldn’t have. Not the last time I would make that mistake.

I’ve since learned a lot, including how to love myself.

Men need to learn to talk about their issues in general. My pops was brutal when I was a kid. It wasn’t until I grew up that I finally understood that he was made that way. His own dad basically destroyed him.That didn’t excuse all the terrible things he did but it did explain it. It was hard to be angry with him after that. I felt sad for him. That’s a heavy load to carry all alone.

It’s a recurring joke from the show.

Edit: During the “Sports War” segment, they’ll say something like, “…brought to you by gambling. Gambling: because God wants you to do it.”

I just assume they’re mocking the absurd volume of gambling commercials and ads that have proliferated streaming media over the last few years.

What about The Daily Show, America’s only source for news. Brought to you by gambling.

Mutters quietly on death bed

“…Shellfish…”

Past poor decisions have taught me this:

Don’t do anything you’re going to have to lie about. If you do, don’t lie about it. If you do, make it right as soon as possible.

I have plenty of problems in my life but a guilty conscience isn’t one of them.

Eons ago, I had a guy bring me a non functioning Compaq desktop and say, “Wull the fan was makin’ a lotta racket so I greased it.”

What he actually meant was, “I sprayed the entire motherboard with WD-40 because I don’t know shit about computers OR lubricants.”

I gave it a bath in electronics cleaner and it actually fired right up after that.

You forgot the incredibly expensive scam that is American “healthcare”.

Back in the days before cell phones, when landlines were ubiquitous, people in more rural areas had what they called “party lines.” It was a single telephone line shared between multiple houses. You knew which house an incoming call was for based on the ring pattern. Your neighbors could also pick up the receiver, very quietly, and listen in on your phone calls if they wanted too.

Party lines are long gone but Internet communications have their own ways of being “listened in on.” A lot of traffic transmitted over the Internet is encrypted; with TLS for instance. But, some of it isn’t. If you use traditional DNS – UDP over port 53 – everyone in between you and the DNS server can see which websites you’re visiting.

I’m not concerned about my privacy because I have something to hide. I’m concerned about it because my personal business is my business. Not anyone else’s.

When it’s the right tool, it’s incredibly useful. When it’s the wrong tool, and it often is, it racks up tech debt at an incredible rate.

Understood. My experience deepthroating N64 controllers is …uh… limited.

Better have a long tongue to reach the “Z” button with.