Ahh, digitalis. Love 'em. Quite lethal in decent doses and supposedly hard to trace unless they’re specifically looking for it.
Not that I would know…
Ahh, digitalis. Love 'em. Quite lethal in decent doses and supposedly hard to trace unless they’re specifically looking for it.
Not that I would know…
I used to as well, but the environment changes so fast that I’ve given up trying to keep up with it.
Work = left. Hobbies = right.
I bet Dread Pirate Roberts wishes he’d had one on hand that time in the library…
He looks like what Andrew Tate is trying to go for (but failing miserably at).
I can’t speak for anyone else, but I would. The knowledge that “A” me is out there, somewhere, safe and sound, is uplifting, but it’s still quite chilling to realize you are staying wherever the hell you are. At least we die after enough time has passed because our bodies decay.
The SOMA protagonist wasn’t that lucky…
If you are the version doing the upload, you’re staying behind. The other “you” pops into existence feeling as if THEY are the original, so from their perspective, it’s as if they won the coin flip.
But the original CANNOT win that coinflip…
I think SOMA made it pretty clear we’re never uploading jack shit, at best we’re making a copy for whom it’ll feel as if they’ve been uploaded, but the original remains behind as well.
In a profoundly sick society, “normalcy” is being part of the problem.
Playing devil’s advocate: they wouldn’t, as you said US would be main target for such a weapon.
But weapons in development need testing…
The thing is, a seismic weapon would be China’s wet dream. A capability to attack Taiwan with plausible deniability, especially given that an amphibious assault would be hard pressed to make land without massive casualties.
As you said, crazy in ~2010, maybe not that crazy in 2024…
Haha right? Not saying this is you but whenever people try to tell me I have impostor syndrome, I’m thinking like “incompetent people exist. I’m just one of them”.
Funny, I’ve been in my current support/devops role for 9 years and every year I wonder more what the hell I’m doing. It somehow seems like I get dumber/lose knowledge/the field expands much more rapidly than my broken mind can keep up with.
I feel like a glorified script kiddie most of the time. I couldn’t program my way out of a wet paper bag if my life depended on it.
Laughs in Beast of Gevaudan and Tarrasque
Not all European cryptids are meek. Especially the French ones apparently.
This is the 16th century equivalent of choosing xXxSHitl3rxXx as character name for a game. Respect to the dedication though.
I need a Kirby café in my neighborhood.
Flanders, Belgium. Universal, but specifically psychological/psychiatrist appointments, since they’ve been overbooked since over a decade and the situation keeps getting worse instead of better (more patients, less doctors, less budget). I have little doubt it’s being left to fail deliberately by our very right-leaning government. Private entities can help you almost immediately but you’ll pay prices out of the range of most working people.
An hour? Try three to four hours. I’d pay through the nose to only wait one hour past appointment time.
Don’t care, hug kitty!