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Not because I have to readjust the seats and the mirrors. Those are mild inconveniences at worst.

No, it's because I almost invariably have to immediately switch the radio away from the local RWNJ talk station (you know, the kind of station that plays dross like Glenn Beck or Sean Hannity and other such pieces of worse-than-worthless shit). I've very briefly mentioned this before, but it has not stopped being a thing between then and now. The fact that she's willingly poisoning her mind with this dogshit on a regular basis is just galling to me. It sucks.

</cathartic rant>
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Several things...
  • "bRaVe FeNcEr Is At LeAsT bEtTeR tHaN zElDa 64." Yep, this is exactly what it was like back in the Console Wars™. Personally, I thought the whole thing was immensely stupid, even as a kid, because for the longest time all I had was the original gray brick Game Boy that I bought "myself" (with allowance money). I never had a NES or anything Atari or whatever. I absolutely knew what I was missing. And I didn't go around trying to claim that the fucking Game Boy was better than the Sega Game Gear or whatever. Even when I did finally get a SNES, years later, I was always trading it back and forth with my best friend in middle/high school, who had a Sega CDX. They were all cool. It mostly depended on what games you wanted to play, anyway. Just for RPGs alone, if you wanted to play Earthbound or Final Fantasy or Chrono Trigger or Super Mario RPG or Secret of Mana or whatever, you needed Nintendo. If you wanted to play Vay (first RPG of any kind that I ever played) or Lunar or Shining Force or Phantasy Star or whatever, you needed Sega.
  • Reggie claims that ZSNES is "the goat," but it was either ZSNES or SNES9x, depending on the game. Some SNES games just played better (or at all) in one or the other. I mostly just use RetroArch these days, though, as it basically combines just about all the old and newer emulators (among other things) into one client.
  • I'm kinda feeling called out with that "Magus" bit. >_>; I still go by that shit now, let alone way back then. And, hey, at least I combined mine with another 90s edgelord character, and didn't just call myself "Dark Magus" or whatever. ¬_¬ Though my AFK nick in ye olde IRC dayes (i.e. the nick I would switch to when I wasn't actually paying attention to IRC all that much) used to be "Kage_Magus" (basically "Shadow Magus"), which was pretty damn close to that, admittedly.
  • The fact that Woolie doesn't know what The Elder Scrolls: Redguard is should already tell him pretty much everything he needs to know about The Elder Scrolls: Redguard. *nods sagely*
  • That one guy, keeping it fucking real. (Not the ALL CAPS masturbation guy, but the very last one, Ted, who they brought in on top of his shit.)

Meh.

Jan. 26th, 2025 03:26 am
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Guh.
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Two things.

First, I got my new glasses today. They'd called a week ago Wednesday, Oct. 9, actually, saying that they were ready to be picked up, but because my phone A) didn't inform me that I had new voice mail waiting (which is "normal" for this phone, because it never alerts me when I have voicemail), and B) didn't inform me at all that I'd missed a call from the eye doctor (which is not normal for this phone, so what the fuck, asshole phone), I didn't find out about it until today, when I just randomly decided to check my voicemail after getting a spam call.

In any case, I have new glasses, for the first time since 2020. (I thought it had been longer, but apparently not.)




Second, I early voted today. Took about 30 minutes or so. The line was wrapped all the way around the library lobby, and I thought it was going to take forever, but it moved pretty quickly. As per usual, I voted D for every race that had a D running in it (including, of course, Harris for President) and left entirely blank the several races that only had an R (or even two or three R candidates, but still no D or "other" candidates, in some cases).



I also voted against a NC Constitutional Amendment referendum that purported to "clarify" things. Basically, whoever put this shit on the ballot wants to change the wording of a certain section.

The current wording is "Every person born in the United States and every person who has been naturalized, 18 years of age, and possessing the qualifications set out in this Article, shall be entitled to vote at any election by the people of the State, except as herein otherwise provided."

The amendment referendum on the ballot is worded like this: "Constitutional amendment to provide that only a citizen of the United States who is 18 years of age and otherwise possessing the qualifications for voting shall be entitled to vote at any election in this State."

Basically, they want to remove "every other person who has been naturalized," particularly the "naturalized" part. It doesn't actually affect who can and cannot vote, at all, mind you. Naturalized citizens can still vote, even if this passes. It just wants to change the wording to introduce unnecessary uncertainty and fear, and to perhaps persuade "naturalized citizens" to stay home and not vote, for fear of "breaking the law," even though they're still fully eligible to vote. Essentially just more extremely petty racist Republican voter suppression horseshit, in other words. *weary sigh*



One thing that really annoyed me when I went to vote today, though, was that there was some bitch standing outside the library, "helpfully" handing out little yellow "voter guide" pamphlets... which only had the fucking Republican candidates on it. I glanced at it and handed it back to her, refraining from saying anything, but I was stewing on the inside, like so:

"Galactic Mermaid - The Mermaid Sisters"
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Google link.

Apparently, this is the original thing.

This reminds me of when I was a kid. Probably somewhere in the 7-9 years old range. Not long after the first time I played games on my eldest sister's (or her at the time boyfriend's) Commodore 64, I took a sheet of paper and wrote, like, a page or two description of a game on it, just prose and lists, something like that, all handwritten with a pencil. I didn't know shit about how computers worked back then. I showed it to them and said, "Can you plug this in the computer so I can play this game?" or some shit like that. They had to tell me it just doesn't work that way. It's not that simple or easy.

In that spirit, I am here to say: Peter Molyneux, who is 65 years old and has been in the video game industry for over 40 years now... ...it just doesn't work that way. It's not that simple or easy. Not now, not 35 years ago, and not 25 years from now.

(EDIT)

Don't have time to read the whole thing at the moment, but I like this guy's predictions, though (admittedly using an off-kilter definition of "like," anyway):


Jon Ingold, Inkle co-founder

"In 25 years time, Disney's lawyers will have found a way to copyright the concept of storytelling itself, so it'll be illegal to make any kind of narrative content at all. Games will become purely abstract and non-digital to avoid litigation: multi-dimensional chess sets, playing cards with nine or 10 different suits. Darts will make a big comeback, with customised dartboards featuring pictures of your favourite characters' butts.

"Steam will still exist, but will require developers to pay a monthly subscription to be allowed to host their game, for free, on the platform. Disney's cultural wing will give grants to children to draw pictures of new characters, whom they will then of course own. Poetry will be the language of revolution but will be very hard to understand. Only the poor will pay taxes.

"The Olympics will be held in VR, and the winner in most events will be a shy man from China with a server farm in his cellar. Healthcare will be done by lottery, except for plastic surgery. The Mars colony will be due to open 'next year', every year, but investors will keep piling in the money. Star Citizen will not have come out yet. Peter Molyneux will be working on a new game.

"Bananas will taste different. Bees will be robotic. COVID will still be around, but everyone will pretend it isn't. RPGs will seem over complicated to kids, who will prefer to read books. The sky will be purple. Hawaii will be purely mythical. Destiny 2 will be a subject of academic theological research. A robot called Geoff will announce new games, endlessly, all the time."




(/EDIT)

(EDIT 2)

And, I guess, to be fair to Peter Molyneux, Shinji Mikami kind of said the same thing in that list of predictions, that games will just be mostly made by AI in the future. Go figure. It's still a bonkers prediction, in my opinion.

(/EDIT 2)
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Basically this, again, but way more in depth and ranty.

Behind cut, due to long-winded, mostly useless-outside-of-the-catharsis-factor rant )
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So, in anticipation of the upcoming heat dome or whatever the fuck the weather people are calling it, my sister decided that it would probably be a good idea to finally (despite it having been 85°F+ for at least the past week or three already) uncover the outside AC unit (we usually put something over the top vent during the late fall/winter/earlylate spring months to keep leaves and such from falling into it and gumming it up) and give it a test run. And... of fucking course, the goddamn thing just clicked a little bit and never properly came on.

So, now, she says she'll call our "president of AC Corporation" brother-in-law at some point and ask him to "come take a look at it" again, hoping that whatever is causing this will be "a simple fix." No clue what she's going to do if it's not a simple fix.

(Just to note, said brother-in-law has been trying to convince her to stop futzing around with this ancient shit and get a heat pump installed, which would, presumably, take care of not only the air conditioner situation but also the heating situation, which I apparently haven't ever posted about before, the gist of which is this: the furnace that powered the central heating of this house was officially condemned several years ago, so we've been relying on small space heaters, a larger propane heater set up in the living room, and lots and lots of extra layers of clothing for warmth in the winter since then.)

So, yeah, everything about this is... ...just wonderful. *weary goddamned sigh* I might be moving back down to the basement again sometime soon (hopefully temporarily, but who knows)...
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I really wish I could convince my sister that it's a bad idea to open the windows to "let a breeze in" when it's way hotter outside than it is inside.
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"From BBS to Facebook, here's how messaging platforms have changed over the years."

For me, my first exposure to Internet"online public messaging" was dialing into some local BBSs and playing games like Legend of the Red Dragon and TradeWars. This lasted for about a year or two before I got access to actual, bona fide Internet, via a local(-ish) dial-up service called NetMCR, which later got bought by a slightly bigger company called Nuvox or something. The switch to Nuvox happened shortly before I moved to Redmond, WA in 2004 and got broadband Internet via Comcast, at which point my NetMCR/Nuvox account was killed.

The big thing for me during the NetMCR years was mostly Usenet, alt.fan.sailor-moon, and the OtakuWars! stuff. And my first ever website from around that era is, amazingly, still in existence, at least partially... which reminded me that ICQ and AIM were things that existed... and, holy shit, Suburban Senshi still exists, too, though not via the dead link on my old ass-website... *backs away, slowly, with hands raised in a placating manner*

After that... well, I started my LiveJournal blog (not linking to actual LiveJournal there) in 2005, and it's mostly been that kind of thing ever since, with failed dalliances with shit like Facebook and Twitter and Tumblr and such (some of which lasted longer than others).

Anyway, fast forward to today:


Oh, and I guess I watch a lot of shit on Youtube these days, too.
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So today, for the first time since December 12, 2023, after a little over three full months, my sister has finally returned home.

(In semi-related news, I've been up [unexpectedly] since around 9:00am-ish, after not going to bed until around 4:30am or so.)
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Because I have to be at my sister's house by 7:30am, so that I can ride with them ("them" being the sister whose house I am going to, and my other sister [out of three], in whose house I am currently living by myself and have been for the past two-plus months, because she's been staying there between December 12, 2023 and now) down to Durham for a routine monthly cancer treatment that my sister will be getting. They want me to go with them this time, because next time, my sister (the one who gets the treatments) wants me to go down there with her next month as well, due to the fact that the other sister (the one with whom the one who gets the treatments is currently staying) is not going to be able to go that time, so they want me to ride with her so she won't be just going all the way to Durham and back by herself.

I went to bed last night around 10:30pm-ish, which is many hours earlier than I usually go to bed. I slept for all of three hours, until 1:30am or so. Read some on my current book (which I got in a Humble Book Bundle a while back) for about an hour, then tried and failed to go back to sleep, until finally giving up a few minutes ago.

At some point, during that time, I got to thinking about the universe, as one does, and so, here and now, I will try to recall that train of thought as best as I can right now.

Stream of conscious bullshit behind cut )

And that's when I said mehfuckit and tried to think of other things or nothing at all in a futile attempt to go to sleep, because I'm pretty sure that none of the above was a dream, at least not in the traditional sense. Maybe a sort of "daydream" (that just happened to happen in the deadass middle of the night), at most.

Meh. Fuck it.

Today ain't gonna be great, I don't think. Though it'll be better than December 14 was, if for no other reason than by this time (currently almost 6:20am) on that day, I'd already been on the road with my brother and third sister for almost an hour and a half by that point, but also because there should be much less (expected, anyway) stress as far as the day's events, just in general. I still don't like having to get up this early, though, irrespective of the reasons.

(Post posted at 6:50am. Gonna be walking out the door in 10-15 minutes or so. Blugh.)

(EDIT made at 5:10pm)

Got back around 1:00pm, though I immediately crawled back into bed for about two and a half hours. I felt mostly okay going down there, felt sort of okay while there, and felt marginally okay on the way back, but by the time we got back to my sister's house, that roughly three hours of sleep last night was starting to catch up to me. I had enough left in me to drive the 10-15 minutes or so back here, but that was about it.

(/EDIT)
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As of not quite two hours ago.

(Well, ignoring the fact that I'm pretty sure I wasn't born at exactly midnight. Close enough. *shrug*)
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Full headline, as Dreamwidth remains subpar on the issue of subject field length even now in 2024: "Stokesdale man gets time served after guilty plea for threats made in conspiracy-laden TikToks, documents show"

Remember that dumbfuck Trumpanzee who repeatedly threatened to shoot FBI agents back in October 2022? Yeah, this dickweed is basically already not rotting in a prison cell anymore. "Time served" and "supervised release." What a goddamned joke.
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Note: despite the thumbnail depicting video game stuff and the fact that Woolie is playing a video game (not the one depicted in the thumbnail) during this video and also makes a bunch of overly extended video game-based analogies about Reggie's situation, the above story told by Reggie is not about video games at all.

I'm better off than Reggie, if only marginally, by virtue of simply having never dropped a quarter to play the game at all (nor did anyone else drop a quarter in regards to me, either, to stretch that metaphor to its limits). Basically, I am fortunate enough to, at least, have no "embarrassing prom stories" or whatever. Unless you count "didn't go to the prom at all in the first place" as an "embarrassing prom story," in an of itself, which I don't, because I had pretty much zero interest in going to the prom (asking or being asked). And I'm pretty sure that if a situation like Reggie's there had ever come up, I would have had the presence of mind to not immediately and irrevocably fuck it up entirely in the spectacular way Reggie did his. I likely would have fucked it up somehow, mind you, because I will freely admit that I am totally clueless about anything even remotely related to stuff like that, but I probably wouldn't have fucked it up quite so catastrophically. Maybe.
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...a few hours later than we thought we'd be home, because of reasons. Just walked in the door, pretty much.

There are some things regarding this that I could rant about, at great length, in a very rage-y manner...

...but I won't, because I simply do not have the stamina for it. (Bare-bones gist: egregiously piss poor communication on the part of the hospital at one point, which led to an extra hour or so of needlessly excessive worry.)

Long story short, in the end, the procedure went well (perhaps even better than originally expected/intended, though it ended up taking a couple hours longer than we were told to expect it would, as a result), sister was in recovery/ICU when we finally started back home, and they'll be waking her up at some point early in the morning (around 4am-ish they said) to get up and walk around and then moving her to a normal (i.e. not ICU) room. She should be released from the hospital in four or five days or so (one of my other sisters, the one who I mentioned was already there in the previous post, will be staying there for the duration as well).

Now that I'm back home, I'm very sorely tempted to just go to bed, like, right the fuck now, and sleep for 12+ hours. I ended up going to bed at a bit after 8pm last night, then woke up around midnight, never really went back to sleep after that, finally gave up around 3am, got up, and sat around until 5am, when my other two siblings got here to pick me up. But, despite feeling like dogshit now, I probably won't do the go to bed right the fuck now and sleep for 12+ hours thing.
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Just got a call from my brother about this, saying that he and my third sister (I have three sisters total, just to be clear, and the second one is already there) would be going to Durham tomorrow morning, just to be there to "make sure she gets through the surgery all right" (with the semi-spoken implication being that we'd be there in case she... you know... doesn't [for the fuck-all good that would do, even though I fully understand the reasoning behind it]), and he wanted to know if I wanted to go, too.

Here's the thing, my sister (the one actually getting the surgery) expressly told me yesterday before she left that she didn't want a whole lot of people down there when she got out of the surgery. On the one hand, I wanted to respect that. My brother said "yeah... she told me the same thing, too, but... you know..." and such. On the other hand, I'd feel like a real asshole if I was the only one of my siblings that didn't go. And, of course, I'd feel immeasurably fucking worse if I didn't go and the worst indeed came to pass (even though, again, me or anyone else being there in that case wouldn't help/change things at all).

So... I said I'd go.

Only mild-to-moderate quibble is that he said that they'll be here around 5:00am tomorrow to pick me up. Meaning I'd have to get up around 4:00am or so in order to be ready and awake(-ish) by the time they got here. To get a full eight hours of sleep by 4:00am tomorrow (which I almost certainly won't, no matter what time I go to bed) would require me to go to bed by 8:00pm today at the latest, i.e. a little over 5 hours from now. Well... it's just that "around 4:00am" is usually around when I'm going to bed, not getting up from bed (and last night was even later than that). So... just going to say, the rest of today and tomorrow is going to suck some hardcore ass for me from a purely physical perspective, even ignoring any mental aspects, just in general, regardless of any other considerations. Oh well, it's not the first time I've had to unexpectedly get up super early one morning after having been up super late during the prior 24-hour period. *shrug + resigned sigh*

If it sounds like I'm grumbling... yeah, I guess I am a little... but... this will hopefully just be a one time thing (heavens forbid it's not), and it is indeed a pretty huge fucking thing, so I guess I'll manage to muddle through it all, somehow...
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Well, to truncate and summarize an otherwise potentially long story, about which I'm not all that comfortable getting into the nitty gritty details, regardless...

My sister, the one whose house I've been living in since September 2017, just left here to go to stay with one of my other sisters tonight. Tomorrow, they're going down to Duke Cancer Center in Durham. Tomorrow, my sister will be getting a heart catheterization, which is in preparation for the heart valve replacement surgery she will be getting on Thursday, all of which is a result of carcinoid syndrome, from the cancer for which she's been getting monthly treatments for the past decade and a half or so.

So... it's not great, nor has everything leading up to this been great. Barring any potential future complications, this is probably all I'll be saying on the matter. Or, at least, I hope it will be, for a good long while, anyway.
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...it rarely feels like it's just a single big one-and-done glob of shit that hits the fan, you know? It too often feels more like it's an intermittent stream of shit globules, some of them more liquid-y and spray-y, others much more solid and prone to clogging up the fan almost entirely, spread out over days or weeks or even months, maybe even completely unrelated to each other but still consistently colliding with the fan all the same.

It's not great. Not great at all.
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For reference.

It was bad enough that I actually rolled an ancient wooden lounge chair down into the basement, where it was around 75°F (23.8°C) or so, put the cushions and some bed sheets on it, and spent most of the day down there yesterday and about half of today just reading on my Kindle (I finished two or three more Animorphs books during that time, currently up to a bit into #15 The Escape) and slept down there last night. For a rather iffy definition of "sleep," anyway. It wasn't great, but still probably better than trying to sleep up here in my room on my actual bed in near 90°F (32.2°C) heat with nothing but an open window and a couple fans blowing on me.

Finally, today, my sister contacted our brother-in-law (who happens to be one of the presidents of AC Corporation) and he came over and took a look at it. There was a tentative verdict that the compressor on the external unit had probably overheated and shut itself off temporarily. We turned it back on again today and it started running (seemingly) normally again. There was the caveat that it might run just fine for the rest of the summer, or it might conk out again in a couple hours or less, there's just no real way to know. Also, there was the opinion that the entire system itself is over 30 years old and will almost assuredly need to be replaced, probably sooner rather than later (if for no other reason than that the freon it uses has been phased out and will likely cost an arm and a leg to replace, should it ever need to be). I'm hoping for later, but the time is coming, regardless.

In any case, the AC is running again, at least for the moment. While the temperature in the house has dropped from 87°F (30.6°C), when we first turned it back on again an hour or so ago, to around 83°F (28.3°C), that's still in the "too hot" range for my personal liking, though it's still dropping, which is good.
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Best possible timing.

Possibly out of freon or some shit, possibly something worse than that. We don't know yet exactly, because my sister seems to be hesitant to even try to have anything done about the situation (and she owns the house, so it's not like I can/am going to take charge of the situation).

Worse than that, though, she seems to think that it's a good idea to open the windows to "create a cross-breeze" or whatever, even though it's fucking 91°F (~33°C) outside right now, with a "Feels Like" temp of 99°F. No, it's not a good idea. I told her it's not a good idea. She did it anyway. So... I just came back into my room here and closed the door, hopefully to keep her 91°F "cross-breeze" the fuck out of here as much as I can, for the little to nothing that's worth.

Just to note, 91°F is obviously hotter than it is inside the house, at least for the time being, but it won't be too long before it is that hot in here what with the fucking windows open letting in a 91°F "cross-breeze" and all. *weary goddamn sigh*

(EDIT, about 1.5 hours later) Went back out just a bit ago, and the windows were all closed again, so I guess she thought better of it. Well, that's one less thing to have to put up with I guess. (/EDIT)

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