This reminds me of when I worked in a café years ago. We had this smug woman that would try to correct our pronunciation of French words but say them wrong herself. Croissant for her was “quasant”. Cafe au lait was “Caf ah light”. She would do that until we hired a Quebecois student from the local college who responded to her corrections with fluent French.
I managed to stumble into traditional home ownership by sheer dumb luck and its not the great achievement talking heads make it out to be. Its done more to make me hate the commodification of what should be a basic human right more than the year or so I spent homeless as a kid.
You get told by everyone that its the ultimate signifier of financial security and independence but all I found was a more insidious method of capitalist exploitation. Losing an apartment to rent hikes or eviction eats serious shit but I always managed to bounce back enough to secure another place before my ass was tossed to the pavement. I get my house forclosed on or lose it in a freak accident and I’m not only homeless by also financially ruined in a manner that would take a decade or more to recover from.
Me when the Hegelian dialectics hit:
I wore one off when using the home computer so I could hear my father or his girlfriend’s approach. Both of the assholes were the kind of malignant narcissist who believes they’re the smartest person in the room in any given situation but are actually pig shit stupid and solve every problem with verbal abuse and/or violence.
They would constantly spittle-flying scream at and occasionally strike me for every perceived “fuck up” I made but “hacking the computer with downloads” put the biggest pole up their ass. This accusation came anytime I did basic shit that was noticeable like changing the wallpaper or if they saw me updating Windows.
One time, my father had an absolute meltdown because he couldn’t “turn off the fucking websites”. Confused, I asked him what he meant and he called me an idiot and started screaming about how “all your websites were fucking up the box”. I patiently asked him to show me what he was trying to do. The fucking moron was livid because he didn’t know how to use the pull-down menu on the shutdown prompt. Instead of apologizing for losing his cool, he just yelled at me more telling me to never leave it on “restart” again.
I don’t really talk to him as an adult outside of holidays and family emergencies.
As I expected: inconsequential very online bullshit. What a fucking tool.
Lol. Citation definitely needed.
This is the third time this month alone that I’ve seen this Piefed clown try to stir shit in various communities. What the fuck is their problem?
Time to reaquaint myself with physical media. I’ve had enough of this shit. I only signed up to watch the new Unsolved Mysteries, anyways. I’m sure I can sail the seas to find that quite easily.
I don’t argue with people John Brown would have shot.
Games and software for PC where commonly cracked and shared among my friends and I back in those days. We started a 8 person Quake II clan with one legit copy of the game.
It wasn’t common at all for consoles outside of emulation which wasn’t as polished or ubiquitous as it is now. I remember spending hours trying to get a Super Nintendo emulator to run a Chrono Trigger rom correctly. We heard about custom mod chips for Playstation that you let you play Japanese games and copied games but we thought it was elite hacker shit and never bothered.
I do this in the bar I work in. Charging nearly $20 for 10 wings is robbery. The least I can do is give a few extra.
“Yeah, we kill civilians in droves but at least we’re eco friendly about it.”
That’s what happens when you mess with McPoyles! You get fork-stabbed!
“We don’t have Cosmos or NOVA but we do have a complete collection of Ancient Aliens and whatever bullshit Graham Hancock peddling at the moment.”