cobysev @ cobysev @lemmy.world

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Replace Digg with Imgur and you have my progression over the years.

I'd heard of Digg, but never really took notice of it until it suddenly collapsed. Now a former Reddit cofounder and a former Digg founder are revitalizing Digg? No thanks. I'll continue to avoid that site.

For me personally, video games are interactive stories. I want a good plot, engaging characters and setting, and to be able to experience it through a protagonist whose actions I control. I want to feel like I'm living in this world, making the decisions the hero would choose.

When I'm dumped into a game world where the objective is "run around and have fun!," I don't really know what to do. I don't understand where I am or what's going on. And the process of discovering the plot can be long and arduous, which just takes me out of the game. Especially if there are complex mechanics like skill trees or gear leveling, etc. I don't want to grind in a game just to advance, give me a better flow to the story and progression!

I haven't had any problems, except for fighting that Goliath alien. I managed to take one down solo, but only by jumping across a chasm and then taking pot shots at him while he stared at me from the other side. I could not get clean shots off at him while running away. I actually killed him by throwing a grenade behind him, and when he turned around to shield from the blast, I shot him in his soft unprotected backside until he collapsed.

I personally have yet to die in the game, but two of my friends who joined me just ran off without any introduction to the game and proceeded to get themselves killed over and over again. So if you pay attention to the training at the beginning, it shouldn't be too difficult.

The farther you wander from your starting area, the more difficult the aliens get. So stay closer to home until you've leveled up your weapons and base defenses and you'll be fine, even solo. Of the 7 bases I currently have set up, only one has been attacked by aliens so far, and they were easy to clean up by myself.

As far as factory automation, it can sometimes be a chore as a single player, but it's not too hard. As long as you have the patience to plot out resource production lines, it's not too bad. The hardest thing right now is that there's no transportation between bases besides walking there yourself, so it can be time-consuming going back and forth to check on various bases. Especially since most of the resource nodes are scattered. And you can't just build anywhere like Satisfactory, so you need to drop Base Cores here and there so you can run rails between bases for resources.

I still don't know how large the game's map is, but what I've uncovered so far is massive. It takes me maybe 10 minutes to walk across my currently-explored area, and there's still a lot of black undiscovered areas on my map in all directions!

"That's just a theory..."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Survivorship_bias

It's literally a black-and-white photocopy of a printed meme.

I love that Dragon Ball is seen as the quintessential Japanese anime show to Americans, but its plot, setting, and themes are heavily influenced on Chinese culture.

Heck, the series started with Goku as a small, monkey-like boy with a tail, an infinitely-extending pole for a weapon, and he flew across the skies on a small cloud. That's literally just The Monkey King from Chinese mythology.

I've seen the various anime shows. They're decent, but since the original manga is still not complete, none of them have a real end. They just kind of stop.

The original 1997 anime told the whole story up to The Eclipse event. The first episode was actually right after The Eclipse, then the rest of the series is a flashback to Guts' whole life leading up to The Eclipse.

In 2012-13, a 3-movie series released called The Golden Age Arc, which basically summed up the story leading up to The Eclipse. I'd recommend watching this instead of the 1997 show. It's 3 movies instead of 25 episodes, so it's a bit more focused and doesn't drag between events.

The 2016 anime picks up after The Eclipse, but didn't have a complete story to tell, so it basically just goes over some of the bigger events and battles in more recent manga volumes before just stopping. They also tried to CG animate this series too, so the style is a little weird to me.

In 2022, the Golden Age Arc films were extended into 13 TV episodes with some new scenes added. They dubbed this version the Memorial Edition, in honor of Kentaro Miura, the original creator of Berserk who suddenly passed away in 2021.

His manga team is still continuing his work, trying to finally wrap up the manga. According to Miura's best friend, Berserk was almost finished, and he got enough clues from Miura on the direction of the story that he's confident he can finish the story the way Miura wanted.

So maybe one day we'll get an anime that tells the complete story from start to finish.

My apologies, I grew up with the 1957 Zorro TV show, which was a Disney product. I didn't know he existed before that; I thought Disney created him.

EDIT: Fun fact: when One Piece first came to America, Zoro was original renamed "Zolo." Because the American translators were afraid of starting beef with Disney over the Zoro/Zorro name.

Also, the Japanese language doesn't have any "L" characters in it; any words with an "L" get turned into a Japanese "R," sound, which is basically pronounced like a blend between an "L" and a "D."

So any Japanese words with an "R" in them could easily be translated as "L." Zolo and Zoro are pronounced the same to a Japanese person.

I was living in Japan when Naruto first released. I recognized his name because it's the little pink and white swirly fishcake slice they put on ramen.

His full name is Uzumaki Naruto, which translates to "Whirlpool Fishcake." So of course, his greatest tool/weapon is a swirling ball of concentrated energy in his hands. And he's obsessed with ramen.

Negima! also released while I was living in Japan, and the main character's name, "Negi," basically means "Green Onion" in Japanese. He's from Wales, where the national symbol is a Welsh onion (same thing).

Negi is a 10-yr old genius mage who takes on a teaching job at a private academy. His students, who are all older than him, sometimes call him "Negi-bozu," which is an honorific that's basically like calling a child "kiddo" or "sport." But "Negibozu" is also a slang term meaning "onion head," which is a way to refer to someone as being young and inexperienced.

And it's not just the Japanese language. The Japanese love English and try to squeeze it into their pop culture everywhere they can, whether it makes sense or not.

I became obsessed with the Berserk manga while I was there. The main character is named "Guts" (Gattsu), which is just an English word.

It not only describes how he was found (a baby nestled in the eviscerated guts of his dead mother who was hanged while pregnant with him), but also his determination and extreme willpower. Dude never gives up, no matter how much the situation is stacked against him. He's got real guts.

Similarly, One Piece stars "Monkey D. Luffy," who is basically a human monkey. He's dumb, a wild child, constantly getting into trouble and scrapping with people. Plus he loves to climb stuff. With his rubber powers, he can stretch and climb pretty much anything.

His powers in Japanese are the "gomu-gomu" ability, which just means "rubber-rubber." All the devil fruit power names in One Piece are just describing the ability in Japanese.

His crew member, "Usopp," is a habitual liar. He has a long nose like Pinocchio, and "Uso" means "to lie" in Japanese.

Another crew member, "Zoro," is an expert swordsman, just like the classic Disney hero Zorro.

There are puns everywhere in Japanese anime, but those are the first few that came to mind from my experience there.

They not only screwed up their continent borders, but they forgot the continent of Antarctica. There are tons of researchers who spend months (maybe years?) living there while working. It's extremely low, but there's a non-zero chance someone could be born there.

Millennial here. When I started elementary school in '89, my school had a separate office for the special needs teachers, which had a small "timeout room" built into the back corner of it. It had a reinforced window on the door and a light inside the room, but that was it. The room was maybe 5'x5' wide.

Every time a kid started losing their mind and getting physical, they got locked in the timeout room until they calmed down.

It wasn't soundproof, so walking down the hall, you'd occasionally hear the most insane shrieking and banging coming from that room.

They used that room for anyone who got violent and physical, not just special needs kids. There was a bully in my grade who liked to pick fights with everyone, including the teachers.

I've watched as several teachers pinned him down and tied him up, then carried him to the timeout room and left him there, screaming at the top of his lungs, until he tired himself out.

I bought a micro PC and use that to stream Plex and other Internet media directly to my TV. I don't connect the TV itself to the Internet and I don't have cable or public access TV. I can block all ads with my micro PC and home network.

American here. My mother divorced my dad 15 years ago and moved to the other side of the country to live by herself in a cabin in the woods. My father just passed away 2 years ago. And my sister moved to the next state over and has her own family to celebrate Christmas with.

My parents are both originally from other states, so I have no extended family within 100 miles of me. My wife is originally from a few states away and is keeping her family at arm's length, so she also has no family here.

It's just my wife and I today (and our dog). We don't have any solid plans for today. Tomorrow, my sister is inviting us over to celebrate Christmas with her family, so our niblings get two Christmases! One of them has a December birthday, so that's 3 days to receive presents this month. Lucky kid.

I always enjoyed Christmas, but as I get older, I feel more awkward about giving and receiving gifts. I always worry about buying gifts for someone if they didn't specifically ask for what I bought. I'm nervous they'll hate it and we'll have to go through the awkward song and dance of, "thanks, I love it!" while arranging to return it the next day.

I've always felt weird about receiving gifts too. My parents spoiled the hell out of me as a kid, but I was unusual in that I actually didn't like being spoiled. If I expressed interest in something, there was a good chance it might be sitting on my bed the next day when I came home from school. I learned not to tell my parents when I liked something because I didn't want them automatically buying it for me.

Christmas meant a living room half-full of presents and a whole morning of unwrapping gifts. Meanwhile, I had friends who were lucky to get A present or two. It just made me feel awful and unfair the more I thought about it.

So now as an adult, I don't care so much about following Christmas tradition. I tell people not to buy gifts for me, but if they insist, I keep an Amazon shopping list with some cheap interests on it so they know what to buy me.

I also ask people directly what they want before I buy them gifts. I don't want to guess what they want, I'd rather just be direct. If they could send me a list to pick from, all the better. But I hate trying to guess what someone will like. It's extremely stressful for me. Although like my parents, I tend to spoil my friends and family with expensive gifts if they'll allow me.

Christmas traditions:

My parents were usually up real late wrapping presents on Christmas Eve, so they didn't want to be bothered first thing in the morning. They had a rule that my sister and I were not allowed to wake them before 9 AM. We could get up and admire the Christmas tree and all the presents "Santa" left, but we do it quietly.

Santa would always move our stockings to the foot of our individual beds. They always had candy, nuts, and an orange tucked into the toe of the stocking (which was later replaced with a chocolate orange when those became a thing). They also had a bunch of small wrapped toys. My parents allowed my sister and I to open those gifts on our own. They were meant as a distraction to keep us silently entertained until 9 AM.

Once my parents were up and had made coffee for themselves, then we would sit around the Christmas tree to open presents. We had a rule that only one present could be opened at a time, which gave everyone the spotlight to enjoy a gift and have it acknowledged by the family. It also taught us patience, so we didn't just spent 5 minutes shredding gifts.

My sister and I would hand out presents. We made sure everyone had a stack of gifts to open next to them, then we'd pick someone and go clockwise around the room, opening one gift at a time.

Afterward, my family would drive us to one of our local family friends and we'd spend the evening hanging out and eating a large Christmas dinner with their family.

I am 41 years old now, and to this day, my mother still hasn't admitted that Santa isn't real. She does this silly little innocent "wink, wink" act where she mails me her gifts, with a few labeled from Santa. She claims every year that Santa still hasn't gotten my address updated, so she accidentally got my gifts from him, which she forwards to me.

She also loves to write punny hints on the tags for each present and have my sister and I guess what they are. For instance, I might get a gift that says, "He was a skater boy..." and it'll be a skateboard. Or "Be careful or you'll get mugged!" and it's a new coffee mug.

My wife grew up in a very poor household, so she was used to not having much for Christmas. Her tradition is to only receive one gift from Santa, which was usually the cheapest gift. Because Santa rewarding rich kids with expensive toys and poor kids with practically nothing was upsetting for the poor kids, so her family made sure to teach them that the most expensive gifts came from family, while Santa only gave out small practical things, like socks or a new notebook, etc.

They also had a tradition where the oldest kids would help wrap presents. They were let in on the "secret" that Santa couldn't do everything himself, so he would ask families to help out. That kept the magic of Santa alive for the older kids who had to write "Santa" on their younger siblings' gifts. It also explained why Santa always seemed to have familiar handwriting.

You're probably the only person in the world who now views Brazil as a kind of Christmas movie

Brazil pops up in my Plex feed under the "Christmas" category. I just recently added it to my Plex library, but I still haven't seen it. I guess I need to watch it today.

Hank Hill is a die-hard Republican, fiercely loyal to his grifter of a boss at the propane store. Of course he's going to advocate for the bland, simple taste of meat cooked by propane. He's not adventurous and he definitely wouldn't betray his brand.

According to my Steam Replay, I haven't played Satisfactory since February. What's that long yellow tube in the first image? Is that a T-junction for hyper tubes? I don't remember those; was that an update that dropped this year?

Critics claim the phrase is dismissive of nonreligious service members.

Very true. I was an atheist serving in Iraq during one of the most dangerous times to be there, minus the initial surge into the country. Our base was mortared at least once a week. Over 150 civilians died in a bus bombing the week I showed up. We were working and living in hardened bunkers most of the time. I almost got blown up once, only surviving because I stepped outside to grab a tool. The three members who were inside the small building I was working in weren't so lucky.

I never appealed to a higher power while there. If anything, the devastation and violence I witnessed further convinced me there couldn't be a higher power in control of all this.

"I'm sorry for being a positive influence to you but I'm not sure if you're going to have a good day today."

Every career I was interested in as a child tied into interests and hobbies of mine. I read thousands of books throughout my childhood, so I wanted to become an author. I loved drawing, so I considered becoming an illustrator. I had been singing in choirs since the 3rd grade (and singing at home while my mother practiced piano before that), so I started studying music theory and composition.

During my teen years in the late '90s, the Internet took off and computer technology became all the rage. A family friend who had just graduated high school decided to forego college because he could get an immediate $75K job as an IT technician. A few years later, he was offered a $300K job from another company, because proficient computer technicians were desperately needed in every business and very few people really understood the technology back then.

I was fascinated with the technology and its future applications and started studying computers myself. I read A+ certification books, tore apart and reassembled the family PC, watched training VHS tapes on how to do administrative functions within the Windows OS, etc. I even dabbled in a bit of programming (C++, BASIC, etc.)

Then came my senior year of high school. Nobody had ever spoken to me about college. I had no idea what college was, except that it was the next school after high school. I assumed I'd just pick a college and start attending; I didn't know there was an application process, I didn't know that you had to pick a degree to major in, I didn't know you had to pay for it yourself. Whomever was supposed to educate me about college completely missed me. My parents expected school to guide me, and my school expected parents to guide their own children.

So here I was, my last year of high school, and I had done absolutely zero research into colleges. But then my family went to visit an uncle of mine whom I hadn't seen since I was a kid and he became really interested in my future career plans. When I told him I still didn't have a plan, he suggested the US Air Force. Turns out, he served for 30 years and loved every minute of it. They forced him to retire at 30 years, otherwise he would've stayed even longer.

He told me about all the incredible benefits; how you get free college education during your career training, free food, free housing, free medical and dental, free travel all over the world... and they pay you to do it all! Plus, you could retire as soon as 20 years into the service and collect a pension and benefits for life. It sounded too good to be true.

So as soon as I went home, my mother and I went to talk to a recruiter and I signed up. During the application process, I requested an IT job, which they said was a highly requested field at the time, due to the future career benefits when people leave the service.

I ended up spending 20 years serving as an IT administrator, traveling all over the globe and having many adventures and cultural experiences. Made friends all over the world and learned so much about our planet and the wonderful people who inhabit it. It really opened my eyes to the world. American politics seemed so small once I had lived abroad for a few years.

I qualified for retirement in 2022, being grandfathered into the military's old pension program that they had replaced in 2015 with a 401k-type program. I retired at only 38 years old. And I had gotten banged up enough during my service that I qualified for 100% disability through the VA, which gave me lifetime free medical and dental care, along with a monthly medical paycheck twice as big as my pension. With all that combined, I didn't really need to work anymore, so now I'm enjoying the quiet retired life, living in my former childhood home out in the countryside.

I'm glad I left the service when I did. I was still there for the first Trump presidency and it was a dark time for us. Things turned around during Biden's term and I retired then. Since Trump came back though, the military has changed a lot, and not for the best. I'm glad I served when I did, but I absolutely wouldn't serve now. Not with a fascist Commander in Chief running the show and installing his unqualified puppets in key leadership positions. Fuck that. I'd probably end up in jail before my service ended.

Now that I'm out, I could easily use my IT experience and knowledge to find another job and double my income, but I feel much happier not being tied to a job. The military was a bit intense, taking priority over my personal life for 20 years. And you can't just quit. You sign up for 4-6 years of service at a time and you're stuck in that contract until it ends. The easiest way to get out of it is to break the law and go to jail, which is not ideal, so you just have to put up with being in the military until your contract expires. And there were definitely days I wished I could quit.

It's nice to be able to set my own schedule now. I sleep when I want to, take up whatever projects or hobbies I want, and basically plan my days for myself. I don't really want to be tied to another career for another 20+ years, so as long as I'm making enough passive income to survive on my own comfortably, I'm just gonna stay retired.