No scope for using flatpaks?

Who are you, so wise in the ways of the moomoo?

Involuntary intermittent fasting

How do I learn more about these things?

Smart people. I should learn how to do that.

Bruh I don’t mean to knock on the project but the naming scheme seems like a CS undergrad took a mythology class. Makes me think of college hackathons.

how are the signatures build? do they just use a sha hash for checking file identity?

Interesting. Wonder how this stacks against the mainstream, like Nextcloud.

How is the ANC?

I get three seperate emails every single time I purchase something and pay digitally. It’s unfeasible to keep a zero inbox.

How does this work when you don’t have a static IP address?

The oldest, close to end of shelf life stuff.

The stuff their manager bought 3x of usual amount because the grocer’s freezer failed and he was selling them at a discount.

The stuff that the inventory manager said had to go or he’s going to throw out.

It is a good logo

Fully fleshed out fanfic when

Exactly. I stay away from EVE online because I know that if I start it, my life is over.

It was a travesty what they did to the ending stages of the storyline. Man, for a while I kept imagining different endings to the game. Better endings.

Bruh I’m honestly horrified to hear that. I thought meds were the last word, the final solution you could always keep in your back pocket when no other coping mechanism works.

I used to play this game called RAGE many years ago. It was a first person shooter, with a bunch of late game overpowered guns, had a crafting system to make ammo and the like, shops to sell and buy said ammo, but had strict resource controls to keep it competitive and fun.

So I spent around four days tabulating values of every ammo and crafting material in the game, mapping out which in-game traders sold what and when, and then spent maybe the next three days just craft-selling the cheapest item, a wingstick(basically a boomerang) in the game.

Hundreds and hundreds of wingsticks, grinding like a little kid in a sweatshop. I made enough money to max. out capacity on every ammo capacity in the game. As a result I breezed through the endgame, and what was supposed to be a long, tough, engaging mission into the heart of the enemy turned into a caricature of a boss fight, and I probably spend more time admiring the environment design there than worrying about dying or running out of ammo. I think I ran out only on one ammo type, and in total I used only the three most powerful ammo types in the game.

A level I should have enjoyed and formed the neat little bow for that game to be wrapped in, turned into a comical doom guy-esque slaughter of the scariest enemy in-game.

I am truly my own worst enemy.

Are you left handed? Otherwise I must report you to the gestapo for keeping your phone in the wrong pocket.

I get times when I fixate on the fact that eventually my parents will die and leave me alone here. I don’t have the best relationship with them, but I usually feel really sad seeing them getting older day by day. I’ve found it helpful to ground myself when I’m with people I love - I just sit there and watch them. I look at their face and their hair and what they’re doing, and listen to the intonations of their voice, and to how they move their hands when they’re working and so on. It helps me fix that point in time as being real - like I EXIST along with them at this point in time, even though eventually we might not exist together, and just being here together with them now seems to bring me some relief.

I don’t know why I typed this whole thing out. Maybe it will bring you some relief too.