100% depends on a bunch of stuff like the music, the quality of the characters and story, how the combat & movement feels, and if it ships day 1 with mod tools or not for me, vanilla being buggy is par for them but if it feels like a lived in world vs a half empty theme park is I think one of the big differences between Morrowind and Starfield.

It’s okay, we still have The Elder Scrolls 6 and Commander Keen 7 to wait for

Never showered in the rain?

Just kidding, gl on the update and hope it goes smoothly

Check for secret rooms in the basement

https://youtu.be/GUDcSeUvkOw

Sounds like pemican

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pemmican

If invasive species are species that are introduced to an environment and cause severe disruption to habitats and existing species then it sounds like almost every species was invasive at some point

And all code is data too, and all processes are data transformers

It’s all Patrick Duffy’s dream, or that Canadian kid in a coma, or maybe the windfish

Maybe, or maybe we just have different opinions on commercials?

You miss the nostalgia of old commercials not because of their content but because you can skip them or content was edited to provide a break for them.

I dislike advertising especially the old cable TV sub + ads style where you already paid for the content, and editing in breaks for movie commercials or planning an episode of a show around commercial breaks makes the experience worse imo.

I don’t really understand the appeal of advertising propaganda, like I get in this system everything has a price and the broadcast price was manipulative commercials trading time for content. Then cable TV offered an alternative, no commercials but subscription cost, trading money for content. Then the cable companies tried to get as greedy as possible with ads + sub, and people paying with time went to ad based streaming services and people paying with money went to subscription based services, then most streaming services made the same greediest move as cable TV with ads + sub. Being nostalgic for commercial breaks feels like being nostalgic for something I never wanted to being with.

A little study of philosophy helps us ask and consider better questions, a little study of google helps us consider a world without CEOs and the constant encroachment of enshittification for shareholder profits.

Lowe’s loose lows lose loss.

They don’t have to stop selling their work after the copyright expires, it’s just they no longer own a legal monopoly on it after they’ve had time to get the first to market purchases. Publishers, streamers, etc all carry works in the public domain currently.

Copyrights should be max 5 years

Saved an old desktop and laptop from the trash by installing mint and Firefox with ublock. The desktop lasted them for years without any problems, and I think the only problem I supported on the laptop over years was the boot mount filled itself up during updates and needed to be cleaned up.

Curious the query as curiass.

Roofy Looks bro

I think I saw that episode of night court guest starting Yakov Smirnoff

The lady justice monologue from V for Vendetta by Alan Moore seems appropriate:

’ Hello, dear lady. A lovely evening, is it not?

Forgive me for intruding. Perhaps you were intending to take a stroll. Perhaps you were merely enjoying the view.

No matter. I thought that it was time we had a little chat, you and I.

Ahh…I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced.

I do not have a name. You can call me V.

Madam Justice…this is V.

V…this is Madam Justice.

Hello, Madam Justice.

“Good evening, V.”

There. Now we know each other. Actually, I’ve been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you’re thinking…

“The poor boy has a crush on me…an adolescent infatuation.”

I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn’t like that at all.

I’ve long admired you…albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child.

I’d say, to my father, “Who is that lady?” and he’d say, “That’s Madam Justice.” And I’d say, “Isn’t she pretty.”

Please don’t think it was merely physical. I know you’re not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

That was a long time ago. I’m afraid there’s someone else now…

“What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!”

I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn’t it? You thought I didn’t know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything!

Frankly, I wasn’t surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

“Uniform? Why, I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one…”

Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

Well? Cat got your tongue?

Very well. So you stand revealed at last. You are no longer my Justice. You are his Justice now. You have bedded another.

Well, two can play at that game!

“Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?”

Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did!

She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel.

I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know.

So goodbye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman that I once loved.

Here is a final gift. I leave it at your feet.

The flames of freedom. How lovely. How just. Ahh, my precious Anarchy…

“O beauty, ’til now I never knew thee.” ’