You don’t understand that I don’t believe these clowns are capable of doing either?
You don’t understand that I don’t believe these clowns are capable of doing either?
“Yes, we keep setting fires in the attic and flooding the basement. We don’t know how to stop that from happening. However, ignoring that, Carl, we are pretty sure we can figure out how to build a skyscraper across the street. And hey, if we screw it up, it’ll be across the street, not in the attic or the basement, which are still on fire and flooded. We might even figure out how to fix those by working on the skyscraper, maybe, you don’t know.”
Some people live in a lovely old rambling mansion with a busted HVAC system stuck on full blast sometimes, fires breaking out in the northwest and west wings all the time, and rising damp from a basement full of water seven feet deep and rising, but they think they should start building a new skyscraper on the empty lot across the street.
Before you claim to be able to build me a new house, let’s see if you can paint my shed.
Before anybody can realistically claim that we can radically change the environment and climate on Mars, let’s see them stop climate change on earth.
Stage Three: The sign marks the absence of basic reality. The image calls into question what the reality is and if it even exists.
Y’all don’t use digital ph meters?
As a white male myself, I know exactly how much it sucks when another white male gets all fragile and in his feelings, because now I gotta stand up and point out that you’re whining about somebody pointing out the bad behavior of a Caucasian dude. My man, our cohort is so incredibly prone to bigoted, self-important, crybully temper tantrums that I can’t open a browser without seeing a white dude whinging about how much it sucks to have to hear about actual harm done by actual white men. Yet I am not oppressed by any of those stories. Neither are you. The original post was not about you.
I hated Callisto Protocol because of the story so much that I quit rather than advance the narrative. When I couldn’t kill Dani Nakamura for murdering my partner and crashing my ship and locking me in her cell after I freed her, I quit. No thanks, she sucks, not interested in saving her under any circumstances.
You mean wall candy?
Trust the science
This sounds about right. My only quibble is about sick computers and web apps. Twenty years ago I felt good because all I needed was a text editor and a web browser. Nowadays, the hungriest apps on my desktop are Firefox and VS Code.