megane-kun

Either way, I’m in a bad situation. I’ll act under the assumption been framed for the murder.

Do not touch anything, don’t leave anything that would indicate my presence in there. Do not attempt to even rearrange the scene to make it seem I wasn’t there. It’s already too late for that. All I can do now is to minimize any additional traces of my presence.

Drink some water. Find some random container that won’t be missed and won’t be conspicuous, maybe something from the rubbish bin, and fill it with drinking water. Do not take anything from the fridge. The point is to minimize any evidence that could point towards me.

The clothes might be a problem. Washing it could work, but it might be easier to just tear the bloodied parts or otherwise just go without the top layer of clothes. Do not throw them away inside the house, but be prepared to scatter them later.

Don’t leave at night. It’d be too conspicuous. The middle of the day, when everyone is either at work or busy having their lunch, works better. Take just enough water to not die of thirst. The point is not to attract too much attention.

When ready, leave. Don’t take the car, just walk. Don’t look too suspicious, but don’t act too casual either—better yet, don’t act at all. However, be cautious. There might be someone watching, following. Don’t take any drastic steps, just walk. If choosing to dispose of the bloodied clothes (or portion of clothes), casually dispose of them in pieces in different garbage bins I may encounter.

I will be walking until I reach the nearest urban area, but basically assuming that:

• I’m being framed for the murder, and so going to the police isn’t going to help
• I’m basically a “dead person” from that point on. My options are down to
  • try to survive being a beggar. there might be a way to claw my way out of this but being a wanted person makes it nearly impossible. staying a beggar, and hence invisible from the rest of society might be better
  • find a way out of the situation in my own terms

Thinking about it, maybe it’d be easier if I just join the dead guy.

I’m a guy, and if a girl sits down next to me and talks to me in a park or even in a bar, hundreds of red flags will be raised that there’d be an impromptu Soviet parade in my head.

Sure, I’d respond politely, but I’d be constantly wondering what she actually wants from me: recruit into a sus MLM thing? recruit into a sus cult? recruit into a sus MLM cult thing? And I am sure that if the genders were reversed (a guy hitting me up, a woman, all of a sudden), it’d not be a Soviet parade, but an all-out scramble for the bunkers. That’s not to say all women think the same as I do, though, but just echoing the OP’s sentiment, which I somehow agree on.

There are far safer avenues for talking to the person of your preferred gender (or non-gender), where flirting is tolerated more, than out in public.

I mean, yeah. Somehow I’m aware of that. But also, we haven’t bought a TV for almost a decade now, and my biggest mistake is letting it update to the latest version. If there’s something these adverts have done is drive me into consuming even less than ever before. I actively don’t buy stuff now.

“Smart” TVs.

I just want my TV to show pretty pictures with sound thrown at it by the digital receiver. If I want, I can attach a computer for streaming. How is that such a big ask?!

A wallpaper of a wall with the center lighted.

I think “What is the meaning of (my) life?” is not a question that we should be focusing on. It assumes that there is meaning to life. Neither is saying “Life is meaningless,” as it assumes exactly that. Both approaches presupposes an answer.

I’d rather think about “What can I do today/tomorrow/this week/this year/in this life?” That is a lot more digestible than chasing a meaning, or dismissing what could be meaningful about my actions.

I’m already here, so… What is it under my control that I can do something about? What can I do about it? Something along those lines.

PS:

The overall tone of my response might be nihilist, or having shades of stoicism, but I am personally biased towards Epicureanism (not the present-day meaning, but the more classical meaning) which gives emphasis to ataraxia, or put very loosely, that state of contentedness. It’s not about avoiding pain and preferring (temporary) pleasure, but rather a more stable state absent of pain and having pleasure that is brought about by mindful actions. I am not exactly learned in this so please take my words with a pinch of salt (or several).

I’ve used to like grids, but I’m now very partial to lists. I used to like how grids enable you to scan thumbnails quickly, (like in games, music, images and files), but now I find them to be quite distracting. In lists, if I know what I am looking for (name, file type, etc), I can quickly go to where I need to be, and only need to scan a few items.

Of course, if the list is incredibly long, it’d be more difficult, but even more so with a grid of thumbnails. The only possible exception here is images. Knowing when a photo was taken can give me a clue, but hell do I remember what I took that got saved as IMG_20230303163333.jpg is and how the content differs from IMG_2023030316303030.jpg

I can count to ten in seven languages. Not as many as some of the others here, I suppose?

Yes, I sometimes count in one of my target languages.

It is a measure of how your actions get you closer to your goals.

Hence, if my goal is learning Japanese, and I spend time in reading raw manga, I can argue I’m being productive. However, if my goal is to learn Rust, then reading raw manga is not being productive.

Productivity does not have an end goal other than what you set for yourself.

EDIT:

Edited the last sentence to make it say what I meant it to say. “Productivity has an end goal…” isn’t it. 😅

I used to change WASD keybindings to ESDF for a similar reason. And in most of my emulators, IJKL stand for triangle, square, x, and circle (or their other console equivalents) respectively.

The rest are more or less assigned depending on the console. Since I mostly play PS1 games, the rest of the bindings are follows:

• L1: A
• L2: Q
• R1: ;
• R2: P
• Start: G
• Select: H

It’s a matter of social convention. I grew up where there’s a variety of foods that are typically thought of as “breakfast food”. There are those that would fit in nicely with a typical American breakfast (some bread, coffee, and perhaps some egg; chocolate rice porridge; congee), those that would be proper meals (some rice, either fried or plain white, some protein or two, and an egg), and those that are kinda in-between (noodle dishes, some can be thick and hearty).

I think it’s just something that can quickly be served up while I’m half-asleep and low on energy. A simple garlic fried rice with last night’s left overs or some fried sausages and an egg or two would be more than enough to kickstart my day, but it can be too much of a hassle to prepare on some days. Hence, I can understand why some people would fall into a habit of eating a “dessert breakfast” — high on sugars and easy to prepare.

Okay, so that’s like two-thirds of the earth’s surface (centered at the antipodal point), and it’s a random person. It’s almost certain that I don’t know this person (aside from the info just given to me), and that the easiest way I can help save them in 24 hours is to warn them online.

First off, how can I be sure that those premonitions are real? They’re of a random person that may or may not have an obiturary available to me after they’ve died. Worse, these obituaries might get published days after the death. Making sure that I’m not going crazy (or being driven crazy by those) would be pretty hard.

Listing the deaths (never in a computer, at least at this early stage) with all the details available to me would be a good start. The following details would be the most helpful:

• real name of the person
• the time of premonition
• date of the printed obituary (or the date of the newspaper where the obituary is printed on)

If there’s enough data to convince me that it is indeed real, and be able to tease out the rules of this power, I can start saving people.

First off, I’ll filter those forseen deaths. for those judged “bad”, I’ll keep the info to myself. I am assuming that part of this judgement is my morals, so I do have a hand in the deaths I fail to prevent, whether or not they’re judged “good” or “bad”. At any rate, this would likely be instantaneous, and would happen as I record the premonition and its details.

Second, I’ll create a website, a very secure one for obvious reasons, with effort done to isolate myself (any information that can lead to me) from this website. In this website, there’d be a page listing all the premonitions I decided would be published. Marked as “impending” (or something equally ominous) would be the premonitions I witnessed within the past 24 hours. Another page would list all of those ones (and where people could be alerted). Heck, maybe I can establish an RSS feed for this.

I guess, it’d be like techno Death Note, but I have zero control over the details.

Of course, that’d not be a very effective way of getting the information out. Relatives and friends of those people listed might even suspect the page has something to do with the deaths. I’d expect law enforcement to be on to me, tracing me via the hosting services, the ISP, etc. that I use to publish the website. And in the event they do get to me, and if I’m afforded any trial, people might not even believe what I tell them (even if I tell the entire truth).

If I do nothing, none of that will come to pass, but I’d be racked by guilt over the “good” deaths I am not able to prevent. On the other hand, even just getting that information out, even if no one ever benefits from it, is already putting myself and those around me at danger.

Personally? I don’t have the skills to create that website, let alone do it in such a way that it isolates me well enough to at least not get me arrested within a week of the site operating.

My closet has five drawers and an open space that has three layers next to it. The items in the drawers are arranged according to function.

• Drawer 1 (topmost): accessories This contains my handkerchiefs, face towels, bandannas, but also some headwear and gloves.
• Drawer 2: socks and underwear Pretty self-explanatory, I guess? I put this high up so that I don’t have to bend down, exposing my bare ass into the air when I need to get a change of underwear.
• Drawer 3: shorts Along with the next drawer, this is where I store my “housewear” which is just shorts and simple shirts (or undershirts)
• Drawer 4: undershirts Yep, undershirts and other simple shirts. This can also contain some old “outside shirts” repurposed to become housewear.
• Drawer 5 (bottom-most): cold weather clothes This contains my jackets, pajamas and other “cold weather clothes”. I live in a very warm place, so these see very rare use, hence, their position at the bottom drawer.

For the other space, it’s “outside wear” shirts organized by color for the top two layers. The top layer has shirts with simple, round-neck collars, and the middle layer has the shirts with less-than-simple collars. The bottom layer has my jeans, pants, and other “outside wear” clothes that are not shirts.

incredible defense → non-credible defense → ncd

I reacted to a comment to a meme about parents having the power and the right to withhold what their children’s privileges relating to some trauma I’ve got.

The comment I replied to went:

We take away what each kid values the most. Works well. If they complain or don’t stop whatever got them in trouble we start adding days.

In hindsight, taking the context, it’s kinda reasonable, but I was triggered by the “what each kid values the most” remembering a painful part of my childhood, which lead me to be way less open to my mother.

I commented:

Wouldn’t that end up with a kid who values nothing, not even their own life?

My mom used a similar technique to get me to do what she wants me to do, and I ended up, well, the way I am right now. I hide a lot of things from her, and if necessary, only pretend to show interest in things I don’t give a damn about just to have a semblance of a personality. Worse, even if I‌ die right after this comment, I wouldn’t mind one bit.

Admittedly, that last part is totally unnecessary.

That response became my most controversial and downvoted for understandable reasons.

Saglit lang! Sino po sila? (A moment please! Who are they?)

Lol! Yes!! That’s exactly it! I never really thought much about it until this post. It’s one of those things people just do, without thinking much about it.

some cultures need visitors to declare themselves human when knocking at your door.

I didn’t think that much about it until this post. People here, me included, basically call out “(I’m a) human!” while knocking on the door.

Touché! I didn’t expect this. What are the nipples made of? Are they lactating? Just for display? Also, are they erogenous?

I wish that no life in the entire universe has and will ever attain civilization.

There was a similar thread from a year ago, I thought it was from you. But nope. It wasn’t you.