Lennnny

Very accurate. We have the Quest 1 and 2, both just collecting dust now, I'm not even sure if they would work anymore. We set up a VR gaming night with a few friends who also had headsets, played Beat Saber and Synth Riders a bunch, then got bored and decided to explore a new game where you walk about and chop wood and whatnot. Five minutes of that and I was so dizzy I almost threw up. It made me realize that the type of game you can play on these is very very limited. I did get a lot of mileage from Synth Riders, so I'm not saying it's all worthless tech, but we probably could have got a better ROI just buying a regular console with the money.

I'm indifferent, especially if I get money to distract me from it.

He'd probably have empathy pains for any future subscribers.

This is absolutely the kind of crime I want to commit when I'm 83.

I'm a girl, in a healthy BMI and with nice hair, pretty and freckled face, but my feet are super crappy. Like, crusty, toes bend at weird angles, hard skin in random places. Even my own husband is like "plz no, stop" if they get too near to him.

I'm now wondering if there's a market on the other end of the scale...

Look into regional burns.

We were at Bonnaroo in camp, and a guy comes up and sits with us. We don't know him and he's a bit odd, but radical inclusion and all that, so we let him stay. We try chatting to him, but he's real weird. Also, he's butt ass naked. We are all like "this is odd, right" but we all don't say it out loud. Then naked guy asks for a knife. We notice he's pulling at his foreskin and grumbling to himself that he is 'itchy'. We say we don't have a knife, and he starts to get mad. He leaves camp, and then we discover he's stolen one of our phones. He leaves a voicemail saying he's heading to space. We get the phone back. He pisses in a chair, then we find police on horses and tell them to take him in.

Years later we hear from a friend of his that he was going through a dark time and had taken some drugs that only deepened the psychosis. He wanted to cut his dick off. It wasn't the drugs though, he was already in that bad place. Mental health facilities are so important, and we should focus on those before blaming the straw that broke the camel's dick.

I work for an AI company that's dying out. We're trying to charge companies $30k a year and upwards for basically chatgpt plus a few shoddily built integrations. You can build the same things we're doing with Zapier, at around $35 a month. The management are baffled as to why we're not closing any of our deals, and it's SO obvious to me - we're too fucking expensive and there's nothing unique with our service.

No. I did that once (as a middle class person too proud to accept daddy's help) and it was fucking awful. I lasted 8 months before I had to consult Bank of Dad, which I'm pretty impressed by, but everything about it sucked. I would steal loaves of bread from bakeries at 4am, as they'd leave them outside to cool. I'd go to late night chippies and make up stories about being on a great adventure for charity so they'd give me free chips, I'd buy my clothes from a market that sold soiled and ripped clothing donated from fast fashion stores, and I'd hand sew them back to acceptability so I could wear them. We'd dumpster dive, forage, and beg, and it still wasn't enough. Rent started going on credit cards, I discovered new addictions I couldn't afford just to cope with the pain of no heating, shitty food, and a general feeling of desperation. And I had a fucking safety net, I was nowhere near the suffering of most people at this kind of poverty line.

Elon is a rich prick. I got a momentary taste of poverty and it was fucking awful. He would have caved in a day.

They have a whole process for that, some emails were REALLY problematic

Fun fact: I got to access to his email through my job once. It's insane the amount of dumb fuckery people will email. One person had cc'd his email on a whole thread of emails stalking some woman.

I publish through Amazon Print on Demand services (Amazon Merch and KDP), and I have a few other stores selling items too. Basically I design the manuscripts and graphics, upload the files to the service, they list it, and when it sells they print and fulfill it and send me a portion of the profit.

One Christmas I made $8k in a month and we went on a cruise with the profit. Those were good times! It's settled down a bit now as more people have flooded the platforms and copied all the content.