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I'm going to retroactively claim "Only trust your fists / Police will never help you" as an intersection of good game design (letting the players know that there is no game mechanic where reliance on an authority will at all aid them) and good praxis (letting players question reliance on said authority in the first place).

So true

tests are showing horny levels at 69%

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too much adhd to get anything done but too much adhd to do nothing

don't know who needs to see this but

I believe I have successfully updated Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs for the Mastodon crowd. I am submitting this paper to Psychological Bulletin

disappointed that if I select a day in Outlook and right click and chose "delete" it only deletes day long events and not the actual day

You get back to your apartment. The bar on the ground-floor is crowded and warm. The food is simple but tonight the chef is excited for everyone to try the new dish they’ve been working on.

The service is perfect, the servers are like family, and how can family possibly spoil a meal?

You plop your bag of apples on the bar, people come by and take a few. A few folks are arguing at the end of the bar, but no one pays them much attention.

The person to your right is a butcher, the person to your left is an archaeologist, the local sculptor selects an apple, shining it on a clay-covered smock.

Instruments come out, Shostakovich no.7 in C major, to remember the dead.

The strains of music drift out into the street, the busses and trains, running by. Some folks stay late, some folks leave early, there’s plenty of work to do, but somehow

more time

You live in a small cozy apartment. Your neighbor to the left is a brain surgeon, the neighbor to your right is a fry cook.

Across the hall, the daycare center looks after the kids, it’s usually full of retirees, they get a lot of joy from the children.

You go to work. Your boss, yourself, and the janitor all make the same pay. You work to do a good job. This seems sensible.

After work, you take the train out of town, there are collectives there with fresh veggies and milk. You bring them some canning supplies, and hang out for a bit. You admire their agrarian lifestyle, but you love the city. You leave with a big bag of apples, you try to pay, but they won’t let you, money seems cheap. Next time you’ll bring your fiddle, you promise.

You miss the train, but there are plenty of busses. You get on one and find a seat. The person to your left is a plumber, the person to your right designs satellites, a singer stands, and begins to sing.

That seems right