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Groucho Marx died the same month as Elvis Presley.

By some reckonings the American Wild West era ended after World War I did. Either way, that era basically coincided with the rule of Queen Victoria.

This is literally the opposite of counterpart to an observation made in an episode of The Simpsons where a Christian Rock artist breaks down and admits that their songs are just regular rock songs with “Jesus” substituted in for “baby”.

Edit: better words

This whole thing smacks of the “anyone who has a sexual proclivity I claim not to share must have all sexual proclivities I claim not to share” logic. i.e. the logic that got gay people flagged as child molesters back in the bad old days. And occasionally still today.

Such logic might actually be rooted in projection, which is a deeply disturbing thought. Deeply closeted people desperately clinging to heteronormativity and traditional gender roles because they think that if they don’t they they’ll do something abhorrent. Maybe even to someone who can’t consent. Or they already have and they desperately want to hide away from it.

Yes, for the love of all that’s holy and secular too, ban the games with apparent child sexual abuse. Children can’t consent. Leave everything else the hell alone.

I don’t even play video games with sexual themes, but I do play ones that contain 18+ violence. I assume those will be next on the chopping block.

Secondary shock from this: Popeye was a redhead?! How have I gone this long without knowing that?

Sure, later media has him keep his hat on or else he has only a few wispy hairs if any at all, but I feel like I should have seen this at some point in the past few decades.

What an odd choice of picture. You could barely fit a pared-back shell onto one of those let alone a kernel and everything else.

I would have put IP address access restrictions on that at the very least. I may have even done something like that more than once for various tools in the past.

That way it acts completely open to people (or other servers) in the right places and denies all knowledge to anything else.

Which ventriloquist did this nightmare escape from?

Presumably, the Ayn name has nothing to do with Ayn Rand, but the comparison is a mind-twisting if not troubling one.

Whoops. That’s about par for my brain lately. Ah well.

Edit: I may have got a hold of the wrong end of the stick on this one. Leaving it for posterity.

eBay lets you search previous sales of items so in theory, if you search for things you already have, you could get some idea of their worth. Other sites may have similar features.

As for where to post them, it’s pretty common here in the UK to parcel things up and take them to the nearest Post Office. I’m sure I’ve heard people on YouTube talk about doing the same sort of thing in (parts of?) the US, so it might be a common thing wherever you are too.

Some delivery services will pick up from your premises but I’m not 100% sure of the process there. i.e. where the delivery labels come from, whether you’re supposed to print them yourself or whether the driver turns up with something to slap on a parcel, etc. I presume their websites outline the steps.

“We are the People’s Republic of China. But not those people, obviously.”

Silly crow. That’s the call of Odin.

I have male pattern baldness, which I don’t think would work for you quite so well(!), but I can change my apparent age by 10 years by simply putting on a baseball cap. I figure there must be things other people can do that have the same effect. Make-up maybe. Or less of it.

Most people lean into reducing wrinkles and crows feet. Maybe the opposite strategy might be for you.

That said, maybe you don’t need to care about what other people think, and you can just keep doing what you have been doing without resorting to any changes whatsoever. If you look like an adult, and aren’t acting like you’ve been abducted, then people aren’t going to call the police on your potential boyfriends, and that’s all you’d really need to worry about. Let people talk. People are stupid.

There are those who will inherit the assets and there’s the one just like his dad who is in line for his dad’s role and will take over the constant money supply.

Probably lots of times that I wasn’t aware of.

Once I got a disciplinary and six month “probation” for taking a day off that hadn’t been approved. I’m not sure what I expected to happen, but I did it anyway because the a-hole who denied it took such pleasure in the denial that I absolutely had to take the day off anyway just to spite him. Frankly, he’s lucky he was 1) bigger than me and 2) I’m not predisposed to violence. That smirk was an open invitation.

There was also the time I remember the boss of the company I was working for at the time coming into the room I was working in, standing there for a bit and then walking out. I’d thought it was weird at the time, but later heard that he’d been planning to fire me but saw me hard at work and chickened out. He later made me redundant, which I don’t think was a surprise to anyone but me. He’s a millionaire running a large US company now. Funny to think about really.

Sometimes you think you’re introspective until you realise there’s a whole bunch of things you’ve totally been missing or not facing. In my case, mental health. Looking back at the way I worked in all the jobs I had before I had to quit, I can see what I was doing in order to continue to function totally rubbed people the wrong way, even when it wasn’t the overt, angry nonsense I started doing towards the end.

Chop his goolies off.

I will not elaborate further.

Cataclysms notwithstanding, human-level AI is inevitable. That doesn’t have to mean that it’ll be next week, or even next century, but it will happen.

The only way it won’t is if humans are wiped out. (And even then there might be extra-terrestrials who get there where we didn’t. Human-level doesn’t have to mean invented by humans.)

Pedantry time!

When they talk about this stuff they really need to specify which “day” they’re talking about, or else for places that do so, the day the clocks go forward is the shortest day in a year with no others being close.

From another viewpoint, all rotations relative to the non-Sun stars - aka sidereal days - are still shorter. The daily movement along our orbit around the Sun contributes an extra four minutes to make up the full 24 hours.

And so, they must be talking about the solar day. They do say 24 hours after all. Or must they? The discrepancy in the nearest sidereal day will be almost exactly the same, and that rounds to 24. So for which day was the lacking one-and-a-bit milliseconds calculated for?

Close. Final Fantasy 1000. It’s a game that’s fallen through a time hole from the future and contains technology that can do absolutely anything to anyone, including that.

Why? It’s a nineteenth-stage capitalist thing. Something about gods of wealth, insatiable hunger and first-borns.

Well, in order to avoid JavaScript, it’s having to encode all seven possible block states for all possible cells of the 10×8×8 world, and they’ve chosen to use HTML “radio” buttons - a single element - to achieve this. Each radio option has its own label, which, rather than text, is a heavily stylised set of six objects that represent the sides of the cube, which only show up when their respective radio option is set.

7×10×8×8×(1+6) = 40320. The remainder of the lines are basically everything else.

In theory you could have JavaScript generate this on the fly directly into the DOM, and the “game” would still work without needing JavaScript to actually handle any of it, but since they’ve opted to avoid JavaScript altogether, they’ve obviously pre-generated the majority of it with some other language.