Do you only have to deal with this because you are posting to Lemmy.world, or does this bot transcend instances?
I haven’t quite sorted out how bots work here., since I have them all blocked by default..
Which also, if I understand correctly, means this bot isn’t properly registered as a bot, which is also very problematic..
Why else would monsters always be in the closet or under the bed?
“I watch them; sometimes from a chair, sometimes from a closet. Almost always dressed as Superman.”
Edit:this turned out longer than I thought - my bad.
I loved it there. I grew up more urban when I was small, and when I was like 9 we moved to that place, 48 acres 5 miles from town, 7 acre man-made lake, 10 acres marshland, 3 acres brambles, and the rest mostly woods. Rural LCOL area sort of thing.
[For the record, by the time I was 20, my parents were broke and in serious 5-figure debt. I inherited nothing but eBay-procured-junk which netted me about 5k after a ton of work to sell it, so this is absolutely not a flex. At all.]
It was awesome for someone with audhd; gave me stuff to do solo, and helped me build a love for nature and harmony, and I’m a pro-nature science gal now (by interest and training!) We had horses (my mom’s thing. That’s why I got lessons as well) and I’d just mount my horse, Hayward (the boy loved to eat. Very fitting name) with no gear, and we’d bounce around the trails as fast as he wanted to go 3-12 times every few days. Risky as hell, as I was not geared up either! Usually barefoot, no helmet, whatever. (Live fast die young… and I almost did! But now I’m almost 40, so..). My mom called us “fast and faster” because I also ran everywhere at top speed (I’d have probably been a great sprinter if I didn’t have to wear shoes or run on a boring track… I’d sprint down the gravel driveway leaping from grass patch to grass patch to protect my feet a bit, because feeding the horses was my job and I didn’t want it to take a lot of time from my day. Supposedly my form was naturally fantastic, but I hate running..), and we were good for each other (he was a retired lesson horse with a lot of spunk in his old age).. I had four “campsites” I built out of wild sumac I downed, each with a survival kit for me and Hayward, I used to accompany a snapper trapper (he trapped snapping turtles and we had hundreds… it was a good system) setting, baiting, and harvesting traps, lots of things to learn about and “manage” (like the pond -technical designation due to being man made, even tho it was 7 acres and spring fed- often flooded, so the pasture would have tons of minnows to catch and relocate)
We really didn’t swim in that lake.. the bottom was all muck where we launched the canoe, and it grew gobs of weeds that would tangle you if you weren’t careful everywhere else. You could almost walk across the weeds when the water got low, they were so dense. Plus snapping turtles galore. But it was some 25 feet deep near the drainage dam, so the fish anlmost never froze out. Ice skating happened tho!
Blackberries are the one thing from my time there that I do not look upon fondly. Harvesting always required wearing clothing I couldn’t stand to have on, to protect me from a plant I wanted nothing to do with.. it was just not a good experience, and so I’m a bit tainted on blackberries now. They taste fine, but I don’t want them. My parents would mow a corridor through the brambles and we’d just sort of do our best.. but yeah hitting that quota suuuucked.
Y’all would be fucking horrified by the state of food manufacturing if you knew.
I used to work at a food processing and distribution company, in the document processing department.. we weren’t strictly supposed to read the audits, especially the internal ones, but we did, to make sure they were complete and compliant, which was our job. Also our job was intensely boring and we needed something to gossip about.
The number of our distributors (first level manufacturing) who got C or D grades on their inspections.. fucking gross. I reported a few of them, but the company did not care.
Before that I worked at a chicken hatchery. The cultures I cultured -doing an audit just like those I read later in life- were sooooo gross and problematic. But I was instructed to cover it up because, and this is important context, it was all self report after the initial inspection. I was doing this at 16, and was likely significantly more thorough than any veteran employee would have been. (Absolutely not why I was chosen; they chose me due to incredibly mild nepotism, as my manager was my step-dad, and he knew science stuff was up my alley.. plus I was a filler worker, being under 18.)
I really hope things have improved, but somehow I doubt that the past 20 years has made a positive impact from my audit experience. (The document processing was less than 10 years ago, supporting my belief nothing has changed for the better.)
My prior job logged everyone (employees and customers alike) out of the portal after 5 min of inactivity, but uploads to the site often took much longer than that, to say nothing of checking things over, so half the support contacts we got were whining about the timeout, and the only thing I had to say to the people complaining was “yeah man, we have the timeout too, and have to use the site on and off all day, year round, not just for three days a year.. I totally agree with you, it doesn’t help, but even our dummy data on test accounts is subject to those rules, so I can’t help you..”
Instead, I learned the site inside and out by memory (I built the knowledge bases for everything, as a result) and sent the security team every article I could find about how short timeouts were bad for SaaS security because they make people use less secure passwords and skip mfa.
When I was a kid, we moved way out into the country, with a man made lake kinda smack in the middle of the property (we weren’t well off, my parents were just boomers with no sense of money).
On the other side of the lake was about 3 acres of blackberry brambles and literally nothing else.
My mother… decided we kids needed to harvest it every single year for jelly, because she wasn’t about to do it and get mangled.. we were required to get 5 gallons each every month they grew.
And now if I never see another blackberry, it’ll be too soon. None of us even really liked blackberry that much.. she gave most of the jelly away.
I used to have an Xperia pro, the one with the physical keyboard. It was my last keyboard phone. I absolutely loved it.
Flashed a different OS, cyanogenmod I believe, which broke the governor chip (irreparable; known issue but super buried, would have done the same with any OS of that version number, including stock) so it would read as a dead battery if not on the charger.
Never touched Sony phones again. Don’t trust them at all.
This is mine too. Smells like weed to me.
I would have figured people new to the hobby would go to used game stores first, then new game sections of regular retail stores.. maybe swap those around.
I don’t even know that many long-term gamers who preorder..? They might pick it up on launch day but.. typically not preorder.
You aren’t wrong. I freakin love mobile games, very addictive. I don’t play them anymore.. bad habits form for me..
Roguelike games can have a similar appeal tho; turn it on, do a dive or two for 20-40 min, then come back next time.
Subs are buoyant at the surface unless their ballast tanks are filled with water.. else they would never resurface.
I know musk is a fucking moron, but even he isn’t stupid enough to have the ballast tanks fully open in the event of an emergency (allowing water to fill them causing it to sink).. that’s like the opposite of how they should work.
Watching competent and experienced people do their job is really satisfying.