Just throw bodies in front of it?

Curious why you say that. I used to do the slog to lower Manhattan every day, 90 minutes by train, and another 10 or 20 minute walk, depending where I was going. I’d get back in the train later in the day knowing I should open the laptop up and work, but just couldn’t do it.

Now, in fairness, if I was driving 90-120m, I’d kill myself. But at least I’d do so listening to the Wheel of Time audiobook.

And extra fairness, my job went remote after COVID (for the majority of it). Public meetings have returned to in person sadly, but my day work is 90% remote. And on those rare occasions I get dragged out of my home wearing a suit, I do so belligerently. I’m done showing up 20-30m early, I get there when I get there. And I gotta leave early now too. I have really just started to not give a fuck, which is not great as an independent contractor.

I’m sitting here reading every comment to find this, so glad you said it. This is the way, OP. If you focus too hard on this global view that we’ve been gifted (cursed with), you’re going to get wrapped up in the negativity. Focus local. Attend local meetings. See what’s happening around you. Join the environmental commission. Plant trees. Donate time or money or both to a local YMCA.

One of my most rewarding experiences was riding on a rescue squad. Having two kids put it on the back burner, but doing a 12-hour shift once a week left me feeling fulfilled, and sometimes very tired, and helped to bring my focus to problems I am more capable of dealing with.

Now, it’s kids. Soon enough, it’ll be something else. I have decided that it won’t be saving the world, though.

Yeah, you just got a throw your hands up and say yeah, I realize someone’s pulling the strings, it’s just that there’s so many possible “someones” that I can’t begin to imagine who it actually is. Which is also by design.

I think everyone where I live would much rather walk places. It’s just that “Car is Necessary”. And I live in a walkable town, can walk to grocery store, restaurants, library, hospital (although that’s not the best example I guess), you name it. But unless your job is here you’re driving often. And if you have young kids, you’re probably driving, because they walk so slow.

You can kill someone with a gun and have it be called an accident. You can also intentionally run someone down with your vehicle and have it be called vehicular homicide.

We can say “fuck cars” without false equivalencies.

Before D and E come and F you up.

The majority of my Latino friends are into soccer. And the majority of them also voted for Trump. I really don’t think they care. It’s staggering.

For real. Let’s not forget, it’s all about money.

Yeah this post is a joke and you’re supposed to chuckle at it, but in Lemmy fashion, here we are dissecting the shit out of it. But hey, it’s about discussion, I guess, and I’m certainly a part of it.

I’d askjeeves all sorts of things. Or hotbot. Or yahoo. I think MSN even had one. I think the term Google is the same as Bandaid at this point, and synonymous with Internet search.

I appreciate the sentiment though. Did many research papers in school where it was go to library, get books, quote them, place citation in bibliography. I enter high school in 2001 and Wikipedia is a thing, and that was that. We had been “allowed” to cite websites at that point, and while Wikipedia was off limits, some of us would just jump down the wiki article to it’s citations and use those.

But yeah, I remember the days of writing papers in a library, that or using Encarta. Encyclopedia Brittanica or Encarta.

Flossing.

Yeah, I’m neither autistic nor do I have ADHD, but I’ve definitely misplaced my phone. Since grabbing a smart watch for the purpose of fitness, I’ve discovered the benefit of “find my phone,” saving me the step of having to go to my computer and type “where my phone” into the goog.

Funny has apparently been used to describe something suspicious for more than 200 years. So say it with a wild west accent.

Chalk one up for the good old US of A. Gotta take our wins where we can get em.

I used to use a facial scrub with the plastic beads. I look back and it’s like what the fuck, but at the time it was fine. Sorry world.

Similar, except the idea of ruining my perfectly good mattress by sleeping on it sans sheets is enough for me to put sheets on. I simply can’t imagine being like angh, fuck it, sleep on mattress.

I remember moving out of my family home with my mom and brother after my parents split, I was 19 or 20, spent the whole day carrying shit. Get to my room, it’s mattress, box spring, floor, and I’m exhausted. I still took the extremely lazy route of grabbing my sleeping bag and sleeping in it on my mattress.

And for anyone unaware here, a little PSA, putting your bare skin on your mattress is a great way to get a stinky, oily mattress that is uncleanable. It’s why mattress covers exist, ton insulate that nice mattress from your awful stink (myself included). Once it’s ruined, its ruined.

Jersey is best state. Can’t stand black licorice, but my mom and much of our family love it, so I’ll accept it. But Jersey is best state, it bears repeating.

Always good to stay up to date on WoT.

My wife sent me Andrees Arctic Balloon Expedition. From there, the rabbit hole into Svalbard was self-inflicted.

Yeah, or maybe “rest of the time” is literally when you’re sleeping, because you spent 16 hours searching for berries, with maybe an hour or two nap when the sun was high. Life was certainly not easier a few hundred years ago, whether you lived in some community or were nomadic or whatever. Wherever it was, it was work, and it’s work now, except where my work used to benefit me and my family and perhaps my community, now it buys some dude a yacht, and a private jet, and some wineries in Napa Valley. But I get to watch Netflix, so it’s a fair trade.