

So I did the math. A 30 year fixed and a 50 year fixed have a monthly payment difference of $1.
What the absolute fuck.
Thou shalt not create a machine to counterfeit a human mind.


So I did the math. A 30 year fixed and a 50 year fixed have a monthly payment difference of $1.
What the absolute fuck.





That’s actually a great point that I did overlook.


You know, this really has me pondering my projects architecture. We have tiers of services.
At the top, we have the UI. Then we have a “consumer” an “orchestra” and a “data” tier.
Data is the tier that exclusively talks to databases. Orchestra talks to the multiple data services. A good chunk of business logic is here. Consumer uses the orchestra and handles UI requests.
All it essentially does is split the monolith into 3 services at minimum. And since it’s on the cloud, there’s a start up cost where we need to spin up 3 machines instead of whatever you can do with microservices. What benefit do I get?


Not OP but I’ve been wondering how do do this myself, so thank you for that recommendation.


Carrying anything on my face is a terrifying prospect, IDK if it’s an autistic thing but I can’t do many expressions that don’t look obviously forced.
And I do live in a metro of less than 1m, but I believe my range goes up to a metro of > 1m.
The clothes I have now are stylish. But I have no photos in them yet.
But more importantly, I think I’ve just realized I’m really not ready to date, no matter how strong my desire for intimacy is. I’ll be going through some medicine changes and therapy. Maybe I’ll re look at this after.


Honestly? There is one thing that I’m struggling with, and I don’t know if I can intentionally change it. My stim is plucking my beard hairs. So it makes it virtually impossible to grow facial hair anymore.
Meaning I have to be clean shaven, which isnt hard itself, but it can quickly go haywire.
It won’t fix the rest of my appearance. More clothing varieties maybe.
I could bulk up even more. but it would have to be a lot of muscle, and based on what I have currently achieved that might be another year.


Well, at least I lost the weight and built muscle. I have better clothes. I could do with maybe 15lbs lower. I could use more nice outfits.
I don’t exactly have a strong social network, nor anyone who is actually there taking photos when Im out cause that just doesn’t happen I guess.
But there is something there that caught my attention. “Too good to be true.”
I’m wondering if that might be part of the problem? Someone looks up how much my career makes, they’re going to find it’s a lot. 6’? Blue eyes, not fat? Sounds super smart?
Idk. I’m hoping it’s just the shit pictures.


IRC? Like a specific one or just a random one from the early 2000s


Huh. Well. I guess I’m doing everything right then.
Maybe the photos need a lot of work. That will be challenging.


You guys actually get matches?
Goddamn. Here I am in straight world with exactly one match in an entire year that wasn’t a bot.
Eh
Fuck it the apps are scams anyway
Alright thank you.
But I don’t behave like an asshole.
When I am myself, I’ve been told I’m condescending or give off superiority vibes. But I don’t understand that at all.
Every time I am myself I get rejected.
People just don’t like the full me. So I can’t have fun and be myself. I can have fun OR be myself.
terror and enlightenment, now Linux.
As Bhuddism teaches, suffering is the human experience. Acceptance of this is necessary to reach nirvana.
Lmfao you just gave me another shitpost idea.
What? Pfft. I do it all the time.
Twice.
Maybe 3, I can’t remember from past accounts.
I just want to say I’m so happy to have been a part of getting JD Vance recognized as a couch fucker.
I remember the day the original post was made. And to this day there is no evidence JD Vance hasn’t fucked a couch.
I’m an engineer. I literally get paid to be right. Because of this, I give an accurate assessment of my own answer if I am not certain.
The amount of times I am certain of being right is probably countable on a single hand over the past dozen years of my career.
Why?