I could probably recite Bill Wurtz’s “History of the entire world i guess”. And go into some more detail if someone asked.

I can’t even make the most explicit Gacha hating post without you guys saying how yours is the one, the special one that’s good.

I hate the concept. They are designed to obfuscate how much money and time you spend on them with different currencies that don’t feel like real money. They are dark pattern after dark pattern, trying to get you to look at the shop every time you boot up, and entice you with limited offers every chance they get. And this all is then defended by well meaning people like you and me with “Well, you can play for free if you grind hard”.

And when I look up if the different in-game currency thing applies to this game, I find out I have heard of Limbus company as the Korean one that got a “radical feminist” artist fired because a swimsuit didn’t reveal enough skin for the fanbase’s liking.

You misunderstood my comment. Fuck off with your recommendation.

Gacha.

For most anything else, I can simply chalk it up as a difference in tastes when I don’t like the gameplay, or art style, or whatever. Even those shitty horror games for babies I despise are perhaps fun if you dive into the lore at the right age, who knows. I certainly have obsessed for less than mediocre games.

But no one likes gacha, or at least should like it. It’s gambling marketed to kids, preying on the people without impulse control. No “you can spend 2 hours of your life every day on this and save up 2$ in currency” is changing that, in fact that is even worse.

And yet they give hoyoverse a pass for their series, because everything around it is so high quality. Open your fucking eyes! Games are not supposed to punish you for not playing!

But of course, no accusation without confession, I am quite fond of the yugioh simulator, and used to defend it the same way. I try to resolve this double standard by doing what I feel they should do: Never gush about it, only mention it in shame, and always warn people to not pick it up.

I agree that how healthy something is should be put on the back burner (hah!), true, but when cost is the most important factor, produce is unbeatable. While not created equal, the means to prepare for most are 1 pot, 1 board and 1 knife, and there sure are recipes that don’t take up too much time.

Someone asking for recipes can be expected to have some time to cook them, while working 2 jobs is way too common nowadays, there are still more people struggling for money with time on their hands. If you have no money, no time and no energy for cooking, you’re beyond asking for advice and should instead be asking for help.

My ultimate struggle meal:

In 1 pot:

• Rice (the good one from a sack, forget about minute rice)
• Carrots, sliced
• Whatever is cheapest between Sweet potato, Pumpkin or Eggplant at the time, cut into cubes.
• Thai Curry paste & Soy sauce
• Salt
• Cook 15 minutes
• Put into a tortilla with mayonnaise

Fast, really cheap, and has the important bonus that the only dish to clean is the 1 pot. When struggling, I also don’t feel like doing a lot of housework.

Sadly, I can never remember the best ratios, so the mayonnaise is rather mandatory as it can save a rather bland filling. Sometimes, I splurge and use guacamole instead, sometimes I also put in mini-spring rolls from the same shop I buy the rice and curry.

With my “recipe” out of the way, the important thing is to find some ingredients that have a low price for lot’s of weight, and then choose a recipe that’s like 90% cheap ingredients by weight. (Remember that some ingredients take on a lot of water, rice taking on twice it’s volume for example, so they’re cheaper than the price tag implies). I personally look for food that’s under 3€/kg. The other 10% of the meal can be way more expensive (curry paste in my recipe), but, because you only use so little of it, as a whole it’s still cheap.

Probably the absolute cheapest meal are homemade hash browns, potatoes are ridiculously cheap, with apples being the cheapest fruit where I live. Next cheapest vegetable around here are carrots.

The cheapest sort of pride is national pride; for if a man is proud of his own nation, it argues that he has no qualities of his own of which he can be proud; otherwise he would not have recourse to those which he shares with so many millions of his fellowmen. The man who is endowed with important personal qualities will be only too ready to see clearly in what respects his own nation falls short, since their failings will be constantly before his eyes. But every miserable fool who has nothing at all of which he can be proud adopts, as a last resource, pride in the nation to which he belongs; he is ready and glad to defend all its faults and follies tooth and nail, thus reimbursing himself for his own inferiority.

Arthur Schopenhauer

It may a 200 year old quote, but the only thing that has changed is that we have since found even worse things to be proud of.

But the husband was called to get her off the table? Did she fall while the technician was away? Shouldn’t there have been a 2nd person to supervise her, or is that too expensive? And she did help in trying to get him unstuck, so she could get up on her own then? How are there so many important details to this?

That’s it, as fun as it is to speculate, I think I’ll reserve my judgement until after this has gone to court.

After reading another article: nope, necklace was just a huge locket on a chain. And the wife said “Keith, Keith, come help me up” which sound to me like:

• wife was making a big fuss for no good reason (might have had a reason according to a 3rd article)
• husband obeyed as any good husband would
• technician didn’t inform the husband that his wife would be carted out of the MRI room and failed to react fast enough

If I was married and a bit dumber, I could probably also be lured to my death with my name being called out twice in that fashion. Really depends how good the signage was and how well the husband was informed.

Carrying a 9kg necklace seems a bit silly. Though I suppose “for weight training” could just as well mean something medical, like needing to build up muscle mass after an operation.

What I need to know is: how is a man that was “not supposed to be in the room” specifically getting fetched by a technician to go into the room? I would have said “do not go past the antechamber” a dozen times on the way there. Did the wife calling out to him just turn off his brain, did the technician fail to inform him, or did they both not realise the metallic necklace was on him?

This, too, is c/fuckcars.

I believe you are acting way too definitive about something rather unknowable.

For example, what is Aphantasia then?

I’m in the “inner monologue” camp. Most of what I think materialises as thought words. I don’t have to move anything in my throat to do that unlike OP though, I can think in words without mumbling to myself.

But I know the voice can’t be all. It’s difficult for me to think in words while actively saying something, but I can have new thoughts while speaking. Sometimes, I get interrupted in thinking mid-sentence, but then I return to that sentence to finish it because… it’s just satisfying? It’s not that I learn anything new.

I feel like I don’t have very much imagination any more. Its hard to produce images in my mind, not impossible but I do have to concentrate - remembering images is easier.

Weirdly, way harder to me: imagining a voice. Inner voice is what I sound like to myself, I can remember and replay songs and quotes as I heard them, but having any voice say anything is hard, especially female voices. Went through some examples in my head couldn’t make anyone say anything - until I thought to make different tf2 mercs sing “Oh Canada”, that somehow worked despite me definitely not having heard that before. Brains are weird.

Ad blockers

For purely economic reasons, the less often I need to buy it, the more I allow myself to splurge.

So vegetables and my go to drink I consume everyday are bought the absolute cheapest, but that spice blend for those veggies lasts me months so I really don’t care if there’s a cheaper alternative.

Of course, expensiveness is measured per kg/litre, paying a bit more up front is always worth it if it means a lower price per kg (if you can consume it before it goes bad).

I have to imagine this peanut butter was intended to feed animals, probably for hunting.

So it isn’t even particularly sweet and processed at a lower standard than the stuff the husband was used to. But what do I know, maybe he always intended to bait hogs with it.

Like this?

Women have always been initiating, just (…) in a more indirect way.

Well, tell me those indirect ways!

Au contraire! As was sung, “I am the one thing in life I can’t control” (Edit: Oof, how embarrising), spending effort on that is the waste. So just coming off as more approachable is the one path open to me.

Way to miss the question, I know that works for some but for me it’s not going to happen. Unless you can tell me why I can’t take the role that never needs to initiate I’m not interested into being psyched up.

Should be noted though, even with the best plan, your frail body, weird language and no local knowledge will mean you probably still die in 2 - 72 hours.