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  • I have to disagree.

    Ready Player One the movie is a dumb 5/10 flick I can throw on my second monitor while I get stoned and play video games while looking over and going “hehe” every now and then as I LOOK AT popular things doing stuff.

    Ready Player One the book is an infuriating grind where each scene starts with Wil Wheaton (the audiobook narrator) listing off names of popular things for a few minutes before the incel-adjacent main character reveals that he actually spent months practicing the one specific popular thing he needed to succeed right now.

    It did prompt me to try Joust when I came across it at a barcade though, and that was fun.



  • The funny thing about this comment is that, having read the other comments, I know that you’re extrapolating ridiculous things about a field of study that helps enable modern life from a simple game. But if I hadn’t read them, I would still know that you’re extrapolating ridiculous things about a field of study that enables modern life, but I would also still be wondering what the hell these Tetris looking squares have to do with anything! You failed to even address the question you’re responding to!



  • To get the full effects of DMT it’s best to have it in a powder form (I think) then take a hit from a crack pipe. When I had a functional vape cartridge I had to take 3-5 pulls in rapid succession to get close to the same effects. That’s the point where you start seeing geometric shapes and maybe an extra dimensional being. The one I met the one time I hit from a pipe suggested I lay off the chocolate milk.

    Like you suggested, I don’t think it’s very recreational, but it is a very interesting substance.


  • jaycifer@lemmy.worldtoAutism@lemmy.worldAnyone here?
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    9 days ago

    The problem with microblog posts like this is that by now extrovert and introvert have lost a common meaning. I was taught to think of “social energy” as a battery. Introverts recharge their battery by doing activities alone then spend that charge by being around others, and extroverts recharge inversely by being around others then spend that charge when alone.

    But a lot of people use the terms to mean being anti-social/socially anxious or being social/charismatic. The uses are related but they carry different meanings and implications, so unless the post contains the definition the poster means or a commenter specifies what they mean in their answer every conversation ends up meaningless because nobody can be certain what other people are talking about.

    The context is different, but my mind always goes back to a line from the Ben Folds song Mister Peepers: “What’s the rule of law if we can’t agree on what a fact is?”




  • Funny enough, I learned The Game in middle school from the lol random Invader Zim kids.

    To read way to deeply into it for what it is, The Game has greatly influenced my philosophy on life as an experience. In The Game, the less you think about playing it the better you are at playing it. Likewise, in life if you spend a lot of time thinking about life itself then you spend less time actually living life, so the less you think about living the better you are at experiencing living.

    Obviously it’s good to reflect on life every now and then, but I used to spend a lot of time in my head doing that to the point that it was a bit of a problem. I found that the more time I spent in my head the more frequently I would lose the game, so losing the game was a sign that I was maybe overthinking things to some degree and should ground myself.










  • A couple years ago I was moving my dad cross country back to the city where our family lives because my stepmom was separating from him after a couple years of his heavy alcoholism. When I got there he had been drinking again so I had to call my uncle to fly over last minute so he could drive the uhaul and I could drive my dad’s car with him in it.

    Just past Louisville on the way to Indianapolis he said he was feeling funny and seeing light. I was a little concerned and I don’t remember what I said, I just remember him saying “okay, I trust you.” A minute later he looked at the corner of the car, said “oh my water,” while reaching for a cup that wasn’t there, and his seizure started. I don’t remember exactly why I didn’t immediately pull over to the shoulder, instead I sped up to get ahead of my uncle and take the next exit. My dad was already secured in place by his seatbelt, but it seemed like he choking on something, so I had to bang his chest with my fist a couple times while yelling “breathe dammit!” That worked, but he wasn’t conscious.

    I pulled over, got in a travel center parking lot right next to the exit, felt lucky because I saw the uhaul pulling in behind me, and ran around to get at him. He started to come to and I dredged up my one first aid class from high school to check his memory/mental state. He could answer my general questions about the current year, president, etc. but then he looked around and asked why his dog and my uncle were there as they got out of the now parked uhaul. It appeared that his memory of the past couple days was messed up. I called my stepmom and she said that sort of thing had happened before.

    I guess he hadn’t gone to a hospital after his withdrawal seizures in the past so we decided to continue to Indianapolis, monitor him, and go to a hospital there if something more happened. I was very disconcerted by his lack of memory for the last couple days, but like half an hour later he referred to something recent and after asking his recollection had returned at least to some degree.

    There weren’t any other health issues beyond him feeling like shit, so we were able to make it the rest of the way home the next day after crashing at a hotel.