Man this takes me back.
Encarta and Paint were where I spent most of my computer time as a younger teenager. The trivia games on Encarta were dope, I also spent a lot of time walking around the 3d castles and ancient ruins. And a lot of time in the ummm.... Art section. Learned a lot about myself from Venus of Urbino.
Used to waste time by painting giant graphic and bloody battle scenes between stick figures in paint. Did it pixel by pixel! Good times!
Humanity stands on the brink of self-destruction because we have yet to overcome the primitive, selfish aspects of our nature. I have to believe that any civilization advanced enough for interstellar travel—without having destroyed itself along the way—must have achieved a certain level of cooperative enlightenment.
Pressing the mustard stain on Steve's shirt to hear him say "Chicken Jockey" would be peak.
Man, I fucking wish.
"We have middle aged overweight man action figure at home"
At home "Harrier Du Bois action figure"
It took me a minute to realize that little emoji wasn't just a stain on his shirt, because honestly it fits.
I think they're starting with foreign prisons until the process becomes more normalized. Right now it would be too risky, the victims would have too many pesky rights. Need lawyers and journalist afraid of being sent to the El Salvador Death Camps before we can open the American ones.
I mean... kinda? Its no excuse, but Trump, Musk and the lot of them seem to all have deep insecurities rooted in childhood trauma. A toxic culture that encourages abusive behavior and discourages self-reflection and accountability certainly doesn't help.
The memes about it how these men would rather destroy America then see a therapist are pretty real.
They couldn't even be bothered to pick a name of an actual Dire Wolf from GoT either. Fucking tourists.
I daresay he almost looks.... Stately in the portrait. It's like a look into an alternate reality where Trump was loved by his father and got into politics out a desire to serve his country, and were he's also done the bare minimum to care for himself for the past 79 years.
I mean, it could be a shitty disfunctional country with a very poor QoL, but still an independent country.
Sort of, but it's more a comforting theory rather then a true belief. I came up with it when I was younger, doing a lot of psychedelics, and meditating often on the nature of existence and reality.
My theory is that God is everything. The earth, the stars, our fellow beings. All of reality makes up a complex web that I loosely refer to as a "consciousness" for lack of a better word. The nature of this "consciousness" is incomprehensible to us. It does not activly intervene in our daily lives, and operates on a scale beyond our comprehension. Mostly, it simply is. It is the oblivion from which our consciousness was once plucked, and it is where we will one day return.
In essence, each of us is a tiny fragment of reality experiencing itself. The meaning of life is to experience it. All of it. Joy, pleasure, and suffering. It is all a part of the whole of existence. When we die and return to the infinite our individuality is lost, but maybe God learns something about itself.