What the hell, are those Delta branded biscoff biscuits? (I’m British, I call them biscuits). Is this real?

Did you come back to find this post after you found yourself chuckling at it hours later? Because that’s really sweet if so.

When I was a teenager, I promised myself that if nothing improved by the time I was 20, I would allow myself the escape of suicide — fuck anyone who would begrudge me that. The bar wasn’t “things have to be fully better”; there just needed to be a non-zero improvement to prove that improvement was possible.

Ironically, this pledge probably saved my life, because it meant that I could tell myself “not yet” when I was in a crisis and at risk of harming myself. Fortunately, by the time I had reached 20, I had experienced some fairly significant improvements, and whilst my mental health was still rocky, there were parts of me that genuinely wanted to live.

My post-20 life has been messy, because I literally never expected to get this far. It sort of feels like a bonus level in a video game. It’s pretty surreal.

Enough about me though, I want to hear a bit about you, if you’re willing to share. What’s something that gives you zest for life? Something that fuels the hope that I’m feeling from your comment?

I feel you. Having to grieve the person you could’ve been is one the tragedies of having been forced to survive rather than live. The most difficult part of healing is somehow forging a new life in which you can thrive.

That’s something that I’ve been struggling with lately. If I structure my life around who I am right now, then the result is a routine of misery where I don’t chase anything of joy. However, if I try to build a life for the person I would like to be, I find I don’t fit inside that world, and I crumble — demoralised by overambitious burnout. The tension between the world as it is and the world as it ought to be is a tightrope that I need to somehow balance on if I want to make progress.

Solidarity, friend. You deserve better than what you have had.

It has been translated into English (this translation is dated 2017)

However, far be it from me too discourage anyone from learning a language. After all, what better exemplifies the fallibility of translation than this story?

There is indeed! It’s one of the things that makes this such a humourous story

Edit: https://archive.org/details/powersofdarkness0000vald Here it is! Enjoy (even if one’s enjoyment is just in knowing that this exists)

Pectinase’ll dissolve the pith if you’re a particular kind of weird, lazy nerd

When I read DeepSeek’s privacy policy, I was creeped out by the invasiveness of the keystrokes thing. Then I realised that ChatGPT is just as creepy, but less upfront about it, and DeepSeek’s relative transparencyn caused me to see them in a more favourable light

I haven’t seen any tutorials that include the training data. As you highlight, these would make for poor tutorials. If you know where there are more complete tutorials, I’d appreciate it if you could share them

I’m proud of you and anyone else who reads this for persevering. I’m glad to not be alone in this.

I think that font might be Proxima Nova, which was designed by Mark Simonson. When looking up that name, I learned that this design was inspired by “the roundness of geometric sans serifs like Futura” and “the proportions of modern grotesques like Helvetica.”, so I suppose we should also tip our hats to Paul Renner (Futura), and Max Midinger and Eduard Hoffman (Helvetica)

(N.b. I am only moderately knowledgeable in typeface history. Any other nerds who enjoy learning may appreciate this random video

Ooh, this was great! Thanks for the rec.

As an ex-drummer, I enjoyed how stylishly understated the drums were. I used to enjoy leaning into a mock rivalry with bassists, the humour of which was partly anchored in the deep solidarity of being rhythm-section

The person you’re replying to includes friends in the “so too will others [love you]”, and I think that may have been a part of their wider point — that putting romantic love on a pedestal is often how we end up blocking ourselves off from love.

I apologise if I have misinterpreted what you are considering when you say “there’s a good chance they’ll never find love in their whole lives”, but this appeared to me like you may not be considering platonic love in making this statement. Being single for life doesn’t mean that someone will never find love.

I don’t wish to seem like I’m sidestepping the crux of your point though, because I wholly agree that it’s difficult to be single in a world that does tend to put romantic love on a pedestal. Even if an individual is able to break themselves out of that toxic mindset, there are many who will make you feel broken for not having, or not wanting a partner. A friend who didn’t have family was once in hospital following a severe accident, and she wasn’t allowed any visitors, because despite the fact that I was the closest thing to family she had, I was “just a friend”. It means that even if you live a life full of love, you will be made to feel like it’s not enough, and that sucks.

I respect people who are the scared white parrot, but as a goth girl, it’s a lot of pressure to be expected to be the one shouting at people all the time

Yeah, I had similar concerns based on how long Fennec took to be updated to patch a CVE recently (The issue was possibly linked to the fdroid version and might not have applied if I were using Obtainium, I don’t remember)

Thanks for this rec

Sometimes when I’m peeling potatoes, I will peel more aggressively than even the version on the left, because sometimes I want the potatoes to look pretty.

Gosh, this is horrifying. I can only assume that was your intention, so congrats if so. Is this a real bird? Surely not

At one point, when I was a baby still in my mother’s womb, I had cells in between my fingers. Had I been born like that, I would have had webbed fingers. I sometimes feel sorry for those cells: they were instructed to undergo controlled cell death so that I could have fingers. I’m glad that cells can’t think l, but even still, I wish that I could explain, to these cells that I never knew as my own, that their sacrifice was worthwhile, because they died in service to me, an organism far more complex than any cell or tissue could be alone.

I’m glad that these cells can’t feel (at least in a way that I can understand), because I know that my explanation would not be enough for them: I know this because for most of my life, I have understood that people like us are acceptable sacrifices on the altar on the free market., and that feels terrible. I rage at being told that my suffering is worth it, for the Greater Good, because that posits that our lives aren’t considered to be Good enough to be worth acknowledging beyond our instrumental value.

When I think about the cells that used to exist between my fingers, there’s a silly part of me that even feels guilty that they couldn’t consent to the whole ordeal, but I suppose my compassion for them is part of that “greater good” they died for. I know that the free market feels no such guilt at throwing humans into the meat grinder, because it is closer to being a clump of mindless, cancerous cells than it is to a person. And yet, as you say, we’re supposed to celebrate “innovations” — to celebrate ever more rapid “growth” that comes at the expense of people’s lives? It’s disgusting.

I don’t think duplicate link protection is what I mean, unless I’m misunderstanding how that feature works. I.e. if I had bookmarks “example.com/a” , “example.com/b”, these are duplicates even though they’re at the same site. But if I visit the page “example.com/c” and I went to go bookmark it, I would like to be able to see a thing that says '"from this site, you have also bookmarked: “example.com/a” , “example.com/b”.

I don’t imagine this is possible. I was probably going to make something to give me that functionality at some point, because I haven’t seen anyone having the same problem as me.