Gimme back muh solstice! I’ll worship the dark with whiskey and chocolate and maybe some beef.

Lol, YOUR PC maybe.

The day I wiped all partitions from my dual boot and started fresh with no windows on the machine was a revelation. My heart sang and my soul wept with joy. Windows lives in a caged state now, a neutered monster I rarely demand dance for me because it is ugly and awkward and on an external drive I don’t care about.

I prefer the control of keeping the window alive until it’s time to kill it, then keeping the regular browser window as what few things I allow to persist with login sessions.

Not the only one, but it’s the walled garden platform approach.

The idea (from around 2010ish) was that every platform is an app and every app is everything. A company buys up other smaller companies until you have a payment system, a marketplace, a VOIP system, advertising, job posting boards, 4 different waya to share media, etc. etc.

While the tech world sold this as, and actually viewed this as, some organic online super village, it wasn’t. It was a series of shit stripmalls adjacent to a Walmart in a shitberg town on a big freeway linking other shiberg towns with Walmarts. Sterile, restrictive, one size fits all dipshits kind of garbage. There’s a kind of person that thrives in the parking lots of Walmarts and stripmalls in shitberg towns, and they thrive on social media, too.

Lemmy reminds me more of early internet as well, but also refined by the common language of those platforms as a common starting point. It’s a niche, and it’s not for everyone. But it is for you, welcome.

A lot of areas that seem like only pedestrian areas in Europe are still roads. Cars regularly drive on tiny streets, especially in Italy and France, nearly clipping people eating dinner.

Then a lot of hollow threats, and standing in a big group shouting “waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” Thinking something is happening and you’re flashing colors, then flying away shouting “I’ll defeat you later!”

I simply do everything in private windows and accept whatever. Then flush the cookies down the toilet 5 minutes later.

Still to this day I hum Black Sabbath when I drive fast or do any fancy weaving.

“Oh, I hope this doesn’t awaken something inside of me…”

FS?

As in “F’ing Shit”?

Some southern Slavs call tap water “technical” because it’s technically safe to drink, but definitely has a lot of stuff in it that you don’t want to drink… You complain as you chain smoke.

TIL there’s an arcade version of Ghosts n Goblins

Thanks for the links!

Or Latvia?

I feel it. I feel the cosmos!

Earthworm Jim

Atomic Robokid (Genesis)

Tempest (Atari 2600 version)

Ghosts and Goblins (NES)

The game where it’s a rich guy that sends a trained assassin out onto a island with nothing and hunts him for 24 hours, and if the assassin kills the rich guy he gets his freedom and like $20K.

Rock n Roll Racing (SNES)

Beyond All Reason/Planetary Annihilation

If the president spent a little less time playing golf, and a little more time sleeping on the floor in a sunbeam, I might be a little less upset.

OK, who had “The opening from Threads but in 4K” on their bingo card?

Alien Narrator: But they wouldn’t.

Hadn’t scrolled far enough to see it was the Onion community. AI image got me for a second.