It’s cheating, but there was a track in need for speed carbon that was catchy as hell. Love me or hate me, by Lady Sovereign

Not technically video game music, but it’s one of the few tracks in any video game that I went out of my way to find outside of a game.

The tyco one?

I loved that thing.

Yup. It’s weird, but that’s the way. When I first saw it in a book as a kid, I didn’t connect it to the word as it’s said for years.

In reality, nothing, that isn’t my vibe.

But, when messing around with my wife? I’ll tell a simple joke. Then I’ll exaggerate the fuck out of it. Then I’ll do a personalized version of it ala walking dad. Then I’ll wait fifteen or twenty minutes and do it again. And again until she’s almost ready to punch me.

Then I’ll wait a day, and start a normal conversation, go with it and then segue right into the joke again. Then go through the whole cycle until she’s ready to scream. Then stop and say I’m done. Only I’m not, and she knows I’m not after over a decade together. She knows it’s going to come back, and she’s waiting for it, only I’ll wait longer, until she thinks I’ve forgotten and drop it out of nowhere in the middle of something else, sometimes while there’s people around that I know have never heard the joke, and now she’s glaring at me, but trying not to laugh while everyone else is laughing because it’s new to them.

Eventually she accepts the absurdity of it all and gets that it’s all about committing to the bit.

But the reason it works is that she can never tell which joke it’s going to be. It isn’t every joke, every day.

Like, why didn’t the toilet paper cross the road?

Because it was stuck in the crack.

Simple, silly joke. Fucking hilarious though, it’s utter genius joke construction (and I wish I had been the one to create it). But when you start exaggerating the way you tell it, doing the whole “do ya get it?” shtick, then switching over to "it got stuck in the crack Coral! Only with Coral replaced by her name, it starts building into this absurd snowball that grows with every repetition until it’s bigger and more ridiculous than a simple bit like that can do on its own.

It’s shorthand for “I love you enough to look like a jackass for days or weeks just to give you a laugh”, and it’s utterly annoying, it’s groan inducing and sometimes “Jesus fucking Christ, South, how many times are you going to do this?!”. But it always pays off in the end because once the ride is over, and the theater of the absurd plays out, all it takes is starting the joke, and she’s laughing, and happy. That’s because she knows damn good and well I wouldn’t put the effort into it for just anyone. She knows it’s going to build a shared joy in a way just telling a joke can’t.

But it still annoys her during the process, which just makes it funnier.

Document everything. And avoid the hell out of her. It’s impossible to predict how turning anyone down can go, so the safest course of action is to not turn her down, but to never go near her again

That’s still a benefit of Android. As long as you have the apk of an app, there’s usually a good chance it’ll keep working.

There’s even a patched version on xda of Swype that lets it work on most devices, even though it no longer matches minimum android versions in the last official apk. It’s kinda funny, my phone still runs it fine, and it’s on 14, but I have a tablet on 13 that it won’t allow it without jumping though hoops that are a pain in the ass (but that’s Samsung, and they’re dicks about a lot of stuff).

When possible, I use Swype. I have the apk, and it works on most things.

When that’s not possible, florisboard or heliboard. Both can do swipe typing, though neither is as good at it as swype.

Ehhh, I don’t think there is a unifying “white” culture.

Plenty of regional cultures that are predominantly white, and definitely city level ones, but that’s different from a “white culture”.

Hell, it’s hard to even say there’s am American culture because it’s just so damn big. Even regional cultures, like the general southern culture I came up in, I can’t say is a single one. There’s to much different between adjoining counties sometimes, and states can be even further apart.

If I point to the Appalachian culture I’m also a part of, you can’t really rely on that as much as you’d think, because five hundred miles in the mountains is a huge barrier to culture connections, even though much of the population shares common ancestry that informs the local cultures.

So, nah, I can’t buy the idea of “white” culture any more than I can any singular racial culture. They just don’t work when in reality, though they’re temping on paper.

Shit, even “ethnic” cultures vary too much between specific cities to rely on them translating fully, so why would arbitrary skin color groupings? The Irish folk here in the hills have kept and/or adapted the culture of their ancestors different than those in Boston, or New Orleans, or New York. Just looking at my maternal and paternal families, there’s enough differences that I wouldn’t give credence to an Irish, Scots-Irish or German culture being fully passed down in the same way.

The UK is way smaller than the US, and every city has its own distinct culture. Some are big enough cities that there’s multiple versions in each one.

If I had to lay claim to a national culture of the US, it would have to be adaptability. The overall culture of the US is to take what comes here and mix it around until it sticks. And that’s not a very distinct thing at all.

Well, everyone on lemmy is just me talking to myself ;)

Any time this comes up, it’s always cool how many people have shared a similar experience. It also always makes me wish there was research into how this kind of dream happens, that so many people have experienced it. The fact that so many people do seems to me that there’s something about humans, as a species, that makes it possible, beyond just the ability/need to dream in general.

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Nah, he’s always gone beyond weird. Even back before the band got famous, he was a major asshole to people and abusive. If you can find people that were in the scene back then, it wasn’t even secret; some of the early fans were proud if he did something shitty to them.

Yup. It’s very easy indeed.

Pirate the fuck out of their stuff, enjoy, repeat.

Edit: the exception is when the the fuckery is in the music/art.

I remember a bunch over the years that I can still close my eyes and replay, so this is a harder question than it may seem on the surface.

The actual most unforgettable is a recurring nightmare that I’m not willing to talk about because fuck that.

But number two was a doozie. Heh.

Back in high school, I had one of those bonkers dreams that fucked me up bad for a while.

In the dream, I met a girl, fell in love, had kids and grandkids, grew old together. And I’m not talking about just those events and nothing else. There were entire days taking place, from waking up to going to bed in the dream. Entire birthday parties, vacations together, sitting on swings and swinging while holding hands and watching the kids play.

I lived an entire fucking life in a dream.

And I woke up from that still a fucking kid. And I immediately started crying because my family were gone, my dream family. I lost them just as sure as if they’d died. It was both beautiful and horrifying.

It fucked me up. Not that I wasn’t already pretty damn fucked up, what with PTSD already kicking my ass at that age. But that dream was brutal. Well, waking up from it was, the dream itself was amazing.

I’ve told the story of this many times online because retelling it tends to take the sting out of it a little more each time.

Not that I haven’t had a great deal of joy in real life, I have. And I’m happier with my wife and kid now than I ever was in the dream, plus it’s real. But that dream has sometimes made it difficult to be fully present in a relationship in the past. It was one of those things where knowing that the person I was with wasn’t the right one made it easier to end things before they went bad. But the fact that I would have to constantly compare reality to the dream meant that I could never be certain how much was a genuine incompatibility and how much was holding reality up to the lens of a dream.

But the older I got, the less that factored into things. Now, it’s more of a pleasant memory than a bad one. The dream has lost its sting from being only a dream, and reality is better in terms of having a fulfilling and real partner.

I’ve been cooking at home, and occasionally in restaurants, since I was about ten or so. So, 40ish years.

No single standard is better than the others. It does suck that there isn’t a single one that is used as a base, and then gets converted by the cook into their preferred units and structure, but even that has issues.

The good news is that most cooking, and even most baking, is very forgiving of the kind of discrepancies between sizes of lemons, onions, etc. You don’t really run into trouble until you’re dealing with things that react chemically based on the ratio of ingredients, which is still most common in baking, and not even all baking.

Even in those types of recipes, it’s usually flour that’s the problem, not leaveners, since flour compacts readily and to a high degree. But, then again, most modern recipes like that are going to be in weight measures, or in baker’s ratios. You’d be using a scale for the fiddly recipes.

So, generally, just guesstimate your produce size the first time you make something. It’s not going to be so far off that the results will suck if the dish itself doesn’t. Then you tweak things until it fits what you prefer, which is what happens anyway as you build your recipe book/collection.

My old recipe book had scribbled notes in the margins from years of refinements. When I copied that into a digital recipe manager, I added them in directly. Now, I’m able to just enter the original recipe, then add my notes as parentheticals or whatever as I refine.

Even with those detailed notes, a given recipe won’t always be reproducible as exactly the same. That’s because you just can’t standardize everything. You use good produce, there’s going to be varying water content, slight differences in flavor compounds, more or less sugars, so to get the same results over time, the cook has to know how to adjust for those things on the fly.

Of equal import is that no matter how scientific your process of recipe development is, the table is never the same as the cook. My taste buds and brain aren’t the same as my wife’s, my kid’s, my cousin’s, etc. So there’s limits to the benefits of standardized recipes on the plate.

Now, formatting? That’s a huge help.

You want your ingredient list to include instructions about when an ingredient is used in multiple places. You want lists broken down in sections when a recipe calls for multiple procedures (like making the main dish, a sauce, and a crust).

In the instructions, make sure the ingredient quantities are included for redundancy.

If there’s an instruction about duration that’s variable explain what the variables change. As in: bake for 10 to 15 minutes. Okay, great. What’s the difference? If my stove runs hot and I go for the short time, will I see golden brown, and will 15 be burnt or just really dark? Yeah, you can’t expect identical results from one circumstance to the next, but at least drop an “until golden brown” at the very minimum.

That applies to any variable, imo, but it can get to be too much detail in complicated recipe.

Cooking and baking are chemistry, physics. But they’re also an art. The more you try to strip a recipe of flexibility, the less successful it’s going to be for the next cook.

If you’re already dual booting, your windows install should still be safe. I’m not saying it will be, just that going to a paid version of Linux shouldn’t change anything about either install.

Afaik, zorin just uses a key to “unlock” things, so you won’t be changing anything at all.

Everything is a balancing act. Privacy, anonymity, and security aren’t the same things. They’re sometimes, and in some aspects always, difficult to achieve without compromising one of the other two.

When you add in the goal of quick, easy setup to make the service useful in the first place. Doesn’t matter how good the service is at the trinity if nobody is willing to use it. Signal just errs on security first, privacy second, anonymity third.

That’s my exact distro/de combo. Never had any issues with trackpad use that weren’t also there with the win10 that came on the thinkpad. Which was just that it’s prone to detecting even the lightest accidental taps and over reacting. Maybe it’s device specific?

Really specific here, but font control.

Us folks with dyslexia in its various expressions have trouble with command line. If you can’t read a specific command, good luck ever getting comfortable with it. You can’t error check yourself, so until you build up memory, you’re kinda screwed if you can’t use the fonts that are available.

The mods do their job. I don’t know for sure which ones are and are not active, but reports get handled same day in every case where I’ve reported, or been reported. I’d have to check the mod log to see if there’s been recent activity in that regard, but don’t have interest in doing so when anyone can.

On my pen name account, I moderate two communities, and it would sometimes be months before I’d do anything on the account that would show up because those communities were very slow, and I’m subscribed to them on this account. No need to switch to that account when there’s no mod action needed, unless I want to post/comment on it, which is fairly infrequent.

Lemmy is way more forgiving of relaxed moderation.

Oh, heck yeah! Elotes en vaso especially. It still needs the cotija or parm, but the yeast bumps it up.

Grits are the same; still needs actual cheese, but the yeast amplifies it. Popcorn, it can just go straight on!