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LinkedIn has daily puzzle games, and when you beat them you get a results screen with "smarter than x% of CEOs" and "top x% of all players".
The first and second are always inverse. e.g. "smarter than 75% of CEOs" and "top 25% of all players". LinkedIn trying to treat CEOs as special smarties but accidentally showing they're no smarter on average than anyone else playing these games.
I have actually seen them not be directly inverse once. I forgot the numbers but they meant in that case CEOs did worse on average lol.
But they're the chief of the executive officers. They must be wise!
had a mini panic attack on way home from dinner with comrades haha that ruled (jk it fucking SUCKED)
idk if anything triggered it specifically, i'd been feeling kinda off last two days and i think maybe that cumulatively came crashing down on me.
more movies need to show the heroes killing the bad guy when they beat them. batman has let joker go so many times only for the guy to once against hurt people that at some point you gotta call that shit negligent
It seems a lot of people forgot why Mike Tyson's name was removed from Punch Out over the last couple days.
Spamming "MEDIA ILLITERACY ALERT" when mfers say "jayce is right" (mfers doesnt know self fulfilling prophecies)
Goddamn there are 24 year olds with no memory of 9/11 or even the start of the Iraq War, that is absolutely wild
I'm older than that and can't remember either lol
Born too late to remember 9/11, born too early to remember 9/11 from a past life
I'm in my late 20s and I do not remember 9/11. now sure I am British, but that shit and the Iraq war was ofc everywhere here too. you'd have to be like 5-6 in 01 to even have a shot at remembering it, meaning almost everybody who does is at least 30 now
I don't think I'm gonna see this cat ever again. It's been like a week now, and I'm worried my stupid fucking neighbor's dog got her because the last time I saw her was the night I found the water bowl knocked over and one of the food containers taken downstairs to their door
I keep going outside every few hours in the evenings hoping that I'll see her but it's just been the other two cats. I really miss her, I wanted to take her with us when we moved even if we couldn't really afford to, she was so sweet
I never thought she'd warm up to me because for like a month she'd hide under the porch furniture and refuse to eat when I was near, but she suddenly just decided fuck it and would eat next to me and then let me pet her. She looked so fuzzy, like they're all grey tabbies but her fur was all fuzz lookin' so you couldn't see her stripes. She didn't feel fuzzy though, she felt greasy, kinda gross tbh but i loved petting her
she started to wait outside the door for me and would like literally try to run inside unless I stopped her and I really wish I just let her do it just once, like put my other cats in a room and just let her be a little home invading freak
I keep telling myself my plan to socialize her and the other cats to make them more likely to be taken in worked and someone took her in but idk
Either way I don't think she's coming back and tbh it's really upsetting
Had to scroll past after the first paragraph cause I was already crying. Kitties are the best and none should ever have anything bad happen to them.
Before they invented therapy you had to talk to dancers who worked at the strip club that plays Leonard Cohen songs.
Anyone wanna chip in and open a depressing strip club? Nothing seedy at all, it's just an act, if people were aware of that fact they'd show up for the noire vibes. Every dancer has a black feather boa cause that always seems to be the case for those scenes. Hire Tom Waits as a full time musician, he'd probably do it for free. Staff who are on break can get a free beer if they sit alone in a booth and cry into it.
I don't play video games often but my boyfriend bought me Astro Bot and it's so cozy and I love it so much
I love just running around the different worlds and collecting coins and interacting with the environment and that there are no game overs. The music is pretty cool too.
Did my hair and I look really fucking cute right now
@FunkyStuff@hexbear.net Is there any way to collect financial compensation from the creators of Factorio for the transition from conventional materials to robotics, space exploration, and nuclear power? This increase in complexity is violence and it's traumatic.
nuclear power is no too complex, you just need to not go too heavy on it until you get Kovarex processing otherwise you'll end up with thousands of u-238 building up. the u-238 does not have a lot of uses. where Kovarex uses an innitial bump of u-235 to make more of itself. loops are the best way to deal with uranium products
my wife's wife is coming on thursday and I am kinda hyped. I have a big list of places she can pick from for us to go. gonna be fun to hang out with the 3 of us just doin dumb gay shit for a few weeks
I am on a call with my “progressive” friend who is currently trying to convince me that drop shipping can be moral because, “what if it goes to charity(and don’t tell anyone that it is)”
A mutual aid group my ex worked with had a white member make an infographic about making nfts to raise funds
What
There is a certain time of year wherein
the leaves have fallen from the trees
and the snow is yet to come;
and as I roll, a passenger, past the creek
I can look over and see it naked
all its curves and the high banks
bristled with cast off shoots and
shriveled leaves of the undergrowth
sleeping in anticipation of winter
See how it winds unprotected.
My little creek of measure,
that I check each time we cross the bridge.
An old ritual of bond with my father
whom I regard with silence
as we cross it this time.
While the creek and the deerhang, where
they’re strung up on the shore of the little lake,
still remain in their seasonal rhythm.
I am struck each time we pull into
the mouth of the place I called Camp.
Each time I arrive it seems that there
is another sylvanectomy, cutting the trees
out from where I had known them
to shield sight from too far and too open,
hiding me from the sky that watches
the world turn ever onward.
A new footprint, too large, even for its purpose,
yawns bloody and white before me.
But it points to a useless void beside it.
They cut even there for convenience
in service of some notion that seems
to me very much like pride or delight in control.
I watch and feel that I am not
In control at all now.
No protestation has saved these woods.
The creek is denuded of its shield
and I am denuded of the delusion
that I could watch without discomfort
as things change.
Too much green food coloring in the cookies I ate nearly gave me a heart attack on the shitter. Hello, hope you're all having a good day/night.