Remembering that when I lived in halls I made a WiFi network against the rules and to hide it called it “Free Public WiFi” then had to listen to people complain that they couldn’t connect to the Free Public WiFi because it had a password.
So, my room is in a nice state right now, which is a rarity, and I feel like showing it off. This is where I live!
Friendly reminder that when you adopt aspects of other societies you find appealing, that’s cultural appropriation of a Victorian British tradition. (◕‿◕✿)
Tomb Raider IS Playstation. I grew up with Tomb Raider, through the highs on PS1 to the PS2 and 3, lows. The 2013 Tomb Raider was the best release the series has ever seen, a great use of the PC’s tressFX technology. I have purchased the game in two formats; PS3 and 4, playing to 100% completion on both. I grew up playing Tomb Raider and was crotch-tinglingly excited for Rise of the Tomb Raider.
I will not be purchasing an Xbox One, under any circumstance and so I accept that I will never play this game. It is likely to tie in closely with the story, so should further non-exclusives be released, it is unlikely that I will play those either. I will not be alone in this.
In addition a sequel to the frankly bollocks “Guardian of Light” can fuck right off. That is neither compensation or a salve, it is salt in the wound.
Drew a thing. I see nothing to analyse here.
Genuine curiosity and potential writing research. What was people on here’s formal sex education like? I was discussing mine recently and was shocked by how problematic it was; I feel like most other people probably had equally stupid and exclusive experiences.
If you can; drop me a message, ask, reply or comment?
When Very Clever people use heinous crimes to illustrate logical models, perhaps some of the subtlety escapes them.
Wrote a long form thing on the latest shouting from the boxes by Richard Dawkins. The man is irrelevant and a bit silly, and as far as I’m concerned should always be treated as such.
Oh gee I sure am glad I’ve been given a 36 minute break to go with the 2 hour one my colleagues have just had.
I am living in am anxiety dream where nobody ever leaves and time doesn’t exist. I am so tired
Fate has ordained that the men who went to the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace.Text of William Safire’s speech for President Richard Nixon in the event of a disaster besetting Apollo 11.
These brave men, Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin, know that there is no hope for their recovery. But they also know that there is hope for mankind in their sacrifice.
These two men are laying down their lives in mankind’s most noble goal: the search for truth and understanding.
They will be mourned by their families and friends; they will be mourned by their nation; they will be mourned by the people of the world; they will be mourned by a Mother Earth that dared send two of her sons into the unknown.
In their exploration, they stirred the people of the world to feel as one; in their sacrifice, they bind more tightly the brotherhood of man.
In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their heroes in the constellations. In modern times, we do much the same, but our heroes are epic men of flesh and blood.
Others will follow, and surely find their way home. Man’s search will not be denied. But these men were the first, and they will remain the foremost in our hearts.
For every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will know that there is some corner of another world that is forever mankind.
Right now I am trying so hard. Just to wake up and do what needs to be done.
I wish it was five years ago and I could save myself
I wish it was this time last year and I could stop myself making stupid mistakes forever.
I wish it was this time two months ago and I could be running away.
I wish I could wake up with a fresh start and achieve something.
I wish, I wish that something would happen.
When I came home this evening, I’d had a real drag of a day, everything at work had beaten me up and it wasn’t worth it. I’d eaten a handful of junk food on the station platform and I felt like shit. I walked through the door, collapsed on the sofa and the TV lights up, offering me a few different shows to watch, I glanced up at the screen without thinking and smiled to myself.
“Tough day? Want to unwind with some classic comedies?”
A few familiar faces, a selection of twenty minute blasts of anarchy and idiocy. Nothing challenging and I might see a joke or two that I don’t remember. Its not even a voluntary smile, just accepting all of those memories.
As the slightly flat saxophone of a theme starts, I hear the kettle click, the water has boiled, always nice to know someone is looking out for me. I stand up and head over, dropping a teabag into the mug. I can already feel myself unwinding under the warm lighting, listening to the 30 year old jokes, laughing to myself and thinking about how this was all very shocking in its time. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I ignore the notification, I can’t be bothered with this right now.
The episode ends, the same predictable punchline and the TV tells me that I can watch two more episodes if I want a good nights sleep. That doesn’t seem like much to me, but I guess I was planning on reading some of my book before settling down tonight. I put my empty mug in the dishwasher and pull my phone out as the raucous choir introduces the next episode, checking my phone. A two line message tells me that my groceries will be delivered tomorrow, when I get home from work; honestly, I’d not even noticed that I was getting low on anything.
By the time third episode has almost finished, the light in my flat is a soporific yellow and the stresses of the day have almost completely faded away. I stand up and drop my phone into its dock, stripping off and collapsing into bed, stretching out against the mattress and grabbing my tablet, unlocking and starting the chapter. I’ve not even looked at the time since leaving work, but its the late evening now, and I’ll have to head into work tomorrow.
I read quickly, enjoying a none-too-challenging storyline when I’m blindsided by a plot twist, devouring the next few chapters until I notice that my “remaining time” has sunk from three hours to one. I tap off the screen, inhale the cool air and close my eyes, letting myself fade into a well deserved rest.
I barely dream, but I wake up earlier than normal, checking my phone it looks like I got a lot of deep sleep earlier in the night. I’ve got an hour to kill whilst the water heats up so I lay back and think. I think about how my life has changed since setting integrating my lifestyle trackers and home integration. How I used to feel adrift and alone, but now I barely have time for those thoughts, how convenient it is to walk past a store and be told that they have a highly reduced second-hand copy of that book I’ve wanted for a few years.
That convenience has come at a price, I can’t disagree with those posts you see, suddenly and rudely throwing themselves into your line of sight when walking past abandoned storefronts and crowds. I’ve read stories about people who are driven crazy by the enforced routine, the way systems know their behaviours better than they do. And yes, it is creepy to have your every need advertised to you, before realising you even wanted it. Oh, and the idiots you hear about; who don’t understand still needing to look where they walk and get familiar with the traffic.
I don’t miss that weird, burning, need for human companionship, and I’ve heard it can really screw up sleep algorithms, that you never get that ideal daylight cycle for your needs. I start thinking about how odd it is that I’ve lost the need to have a companion when the radio springs to life, reading me the mornings headlines, the lights are a refreshing blue tone in the morning and I can hear the coffee machine gently bubbling in the kitchen.
I lean out of bed, shake those doubts from my head, pop my glasses back on and head into the shower; delays on my train line mean that I’m going to have to leave about 20 minutes earlier than normal, so as I wash my phone is preparing a download of a show I’ve been meaning to watch. Its going to be a good day, I can feel it.