I used to be big on gaming, mostly just playing Minecraft. I could play for hours every day and it sucked a lot of my free time up. I didn’t “quit” gaming as much as I just lost interest in it over time. I fell into other hobbies (writing music, studying botany, Linux (Arch, BTW), local events, I had a kid) and I found these activities to be much more rewarding.

Don’t get me wrong: it isn’t that I don’t think that games can be rewarding, or valuable, or create important memories. Certainly they have for me. But I just feel like as I’ve gotten older I’ve had a harder time devoting brainpower to it. It’s the same as with movies. It’s very hard for me to sit down and watch a movie anymore, not because I am Tiktok-brained and incapable of focusing on one task for longer than two minutes, but because the whole time I’m just antsy, *what am I doing here, what is the point of this? I would rather be writing, or researching the Amaranth family, or looking into how to drain the rear differential in my car, or going on a long walk…)

I think as you learn more about who ‘you’ are, OP, you will find it easier to put vidya down. It takes a lot to sit, to breathe, to just engage with something and not have it be screaming at you for your attention the entire time. People watch, or just sit still and look out your window for a little while. Little things to ground yourself and connect with the present.

I second one of the other commenters who says that the song is about the perception of being cheated on. It’s funny, after the first day I ever went on with my partner that song played and for a little while we considered it our song, then eventually kind of faded as they both realized the song didn’t relate to us very well. Now I can look back years later, after going through a lot of therapy and self enrichment and I can realize that those kind of paranoia really did plague our early relationship. I’m glad that we were able to move on from it

Harper Road from Sun Kil Moon is similar, super beautiful song but tragic fucking lyrics

My blood runs through my lonely daughter
Her eyes are mine, so wild with wonder
Be my voice, my light, my power
Be with me in my leaving hour

People who run in front of cars get tired.
People who run next to cars get winded.
People who run behind cars get exhausted.

What’s brown and sticky?

I gotta sic syncthing on one of my old laptops running a crusty out of date Windows version and once it’s all backed up I’m going to install this on it, I’m excited to try it out! I have not personally tried a RHE distro before so it will be interesting to experience.

Brazil nuts! It’s actually a still somewhat common way to refer to them, shockingly.

Once again proven right that EndeavourOS is the superior downstream Arch distro

Osceola, IN. Klan haven, horribly backwards community full of racists and weirdos. A few anecdotes:

1. My next door neighbor was a card carrying member of the KKK. Once my black aunt came to visit and he made a reference to “n*ggertoes” right in front of her.
2. I worked at the gas station in town, and once walked in to a ton of Klan recruitment material. Funny enough, none of the emails or phone numbers were even operational??
3. The community voted to defund their fire department because they were tired of paying the taxes. A woman’s house burnt down weeks later because it took over 45 minutes for dispatch to even realize that Osceola Fire was no longer operational.

I’m reading James Michener’Alaska, and it’s a fantastic story. It is a very well crafted character drama and it has excellent pacing.

I just read Cormac McCarthy’The Road and it was also an incredible read, though it kind of crushed me emotionally for a while afterwards!

My man!

It’s crazy, I organically got into the topic of spear throwing after reading Alaska by James Michener, just to learn that it’s a trend online?? We really are in a simulation.

Certainly, but do you not think that adding sugar to the pancakes as well as adding sugary syrup on top to be a little bit too much? I think it tastes best when you have a slightly salty, doughy pancake and then you can add the sugary syrup to that

I will detail my typical pancake process:

1. Add 1.5 C of all purpose flour, 1/2 Tsp salt, 3 Tsp baking powder to large mixing bowl. Whisk together for like 15 seconds.
2. Heat 1/4 C of unsalted butter (half a stick) in microwave. Use spoon to make a small pocket in center of dry mix.
3. Add butter and one whole egg to the pocket, begin to mix with dry mix with spoon, slowly working together starting from the middle. Don’t turn it all at once or it will cake up badly.
4. Once the mixture starts to get a bit dry, start pouring milk in, small amounts as you continue to mix. The mix will expand, get dry, add milk, etc, until the entire mix is wet and combines well. Good pancake batter should pour relatively poorly, as it is just barely too thick to run, but you can add it to a pan with a spoon. If it’s a bit too runny for your liking it’s no big deal, just add a bit of flour.
5. Ideally you have a cast iron pan that has been heating for this time, medium heat. On my coil burner I’m usually set to about 4.5. Too low will take forever, but too hot will cook the bottom way too fast and they burn. It takes experimenting to get your setup perfect. I suggest using a bit of butter before you add the batter: dollop it on, push it around the pan, then wipe dry with a paper towel. You don’t want sitting butter in the pan, as it will make the cakes heavy and weird tasting.
6. Add batter to your liking. Once the batter begins to bubble up on the surface, flip it over. The second side should cook for a bit less time than the first.

My ideal pancake is a nice golden brown on one side and maybe slightly darker on the other, with a very subtly undercooked center. My partner always eats her body weight in cakes when I make them. I hope this works for you! Please tell me if you have other questions.

Pancakes definitely don’t matter

Hard disagree. I don’t want 1/2 C of high fructose corn syrup, emulsifiers and preservatives in my pancakes, thanks!

1.5 C flour, 1/2 Tsp salt, 3 Tsp baking powder, 1 egg, 1/4 C butter, then whole milk until you get the consistency you like. Best pancakes ever. People who need pancakes to basically be a vehicle to pour pure sugar into their mouth haven’t had good 'cakes.

I feel that to a certain point, good technical writing is just beautiful, too. It is elegant. I recently purchased a copy of the Haynes manual for my car and the writing is just remarkable. So much information collated in such a clean and impressive manner. It feels nice to read the book, to engage with the complexity, and feel like you’re not being left to your own devices with picking up jargon or trying to understand a difficult procedure. I feel it takes a great deal of intelligence and experience to reach the “beautiful” stage, where your writing is not only accurate, concise, clear, usable and readable, but also expertly organized.

I work at a RV production facility. Our plant produces luxury fifth-wheels, the type of RVs that are towed using a special hitch that goes into the bed of a large pickup truck. My specific job is trim, and I run a miter saw. My day is spent rolling through several schedules of trim that go to various areas around the plant: flat-cut black pieces for trimming out the windows; little wood pieces for the square lights that go in slideouts; and all assortment of different colors of deco, crown, quarter round, door casing, etc for the guys in my own station.

It’s a job that is complicated and simple at the same time. I’ve gotten to be very good at this job and can pretty much cut everything I need to while I’m sleeping, and I don’t typically need to consult measurements in my book for much anymore. At the same time, sometimes you get a weird cabinet with bad proportions and you have to make very special trim pieces to make it look great again. I spend most of my shifts listening to audiobooks and crime documentaries on YouTube.

I typically work from 5 AM — 11:30-12:00, so I seldom work more than 35 hours, and I have a lot of free time in the afternoons. I’m grateful for my job. Depending on the time of year, I spend my days studying botany, browsing Lemmy, doing activities with my kid, working on my car, etc.

I’m my area it’s said “caddy corner”, or you might hear the random old euphemistic “caddy-wampus” which means either “diagonal to reference position” or “all fucked up!”

Maybe once every two or three years I get in the mood for circus peanuts. I eat maybe five of them, horribly regret every decision in my life that has led to me purchasing this bag, then vowing to never touch them again.

“I want a lawyer!”

Cops: Proceed to very thoroughly not respect Miranda law and continue to interrogate