‘data points aren’t data’
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‘data points aren’t data’


I mean just shit on the floor, they’ll get the message real quick. Just doin my job, efficiency is wet fart key to success!
Though I read a story (I think on lemmy, though it’s been a while) of someone trying to meet an ambulance in the middle of nowhere (Texas, I want to say?) as their friend was bleeding out, basically.
A lady did what you describe and it took critical time away. The friend ended up dying just before they met the emts.
Not everyone who looks like they are a dick, are one.


…such as…? Whenever I’m shopping for a game, I check GOG (and 3rd party sites for steam keys via ITAD) before I buy from steam. If it’s available on gog and drm-free, that’s where my money goes.
The only issue I see with gog is that devs don’t give a shit. One and done, one pump chump. Why give customers choice, when you can be jerking it with their money already instead?


People who work night shift: …


So like Homer says, the secret is to never try, that way you’ll never fail.


Pfft, get your head out of the anvil
A man of culture
Man, there are now four Metas? I hate this timeline…
Oh yeah, brick me daddy
(in the tone of ‘the verizon guy’)
Because of the brick pelting? Good.


there’s laws against
So then why do we need prisons? We have laws, you know!
Actions will always be better than ‘someone wrote it on a napkin so nobody can ever do it again’. World peace and unity are achieved, all hail the napkin! gets stabbed ‘hey you know we have a napkin that says you can’t… nnngh… dies’
Eh that wouldn’t work on me. Being told that I can’t cum kinda causes it… And if I’ve been getting edged for a while, yeah vocals can be enough. Violently.
I guess I’d have cucked the machine? Is that a new sub-genre of kink? What a weird world we live in.
Nah nah. When they say “go fuck yourself” and you reply “too late”, drop trough and pull the tentacle out of your ass, then offer for them to take a whiff.
Then you lunge at them with Mr. Grippy, and chase them around the restaurant. Mr. Grippy don’t take no shit. Well, in a matter of speaking. It is 3 feet long after all… But that’s their problem now.
Easy to say when it’s not you bleeding out, but alright fam