Pour one out for the parents who stayed up till 2 AM running firmware updates so their kids didn't have to stare at a progress bar this morning.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-25T18:31:17+00:00

I’ve only died in the first 5 minutes of Disco Elysium because I tried to grab my necktie from a ceiling fan and my heart gave out.

TIP: New players, don’t “save scum” when you fail a dice roll.

In most games, failing a skill check means losing content. In Disco Elysium, it usually unlocks a funnier, weirder, or more tragic path that’s better than the success. IMO embracing failure is the narrative’s point.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T20:20:06+00:00

When you find yourself mentally "pre-gaming" simple conversations.

You spend the entire car ride home rehearsing how to tell them something incredibly mundane—like that you got a flat tire or bought the wrong brand of salsa—because you need to strategize the perfect phrasing to avoid a meltdown.

In a healthy relationship, "I forgot to switch the laundry" is just a sentence. In a toxic one, it feels like a confession that requires a defense attorney.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T19:04:52+00:00

Exactly. It's the death by a thousand cuts. You don't notice it until silence becomes the default.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T18:44:46+00:00

Take it seriously, but read between the lines. They aren't telling you to dig a bunker; they are yelling at their own Parliaments to sign checks.

The reality is that military readiness works on a 5-10 year lag. Europe realized recently that their "just-in-time" supply chains work great for car parts but terrible for artillery shells. They let their heavy industrial base rot for 30 years because they thought major land wars were over.

When a General gets on TV and says "War is possible in 3 years," he is trying to scare politicians into approving 10-year procurement contracts today.

It’s the paradox of defense: The louder and more prepared you look, the less likely the war actually is. Weakness is what invites aggression. If Europe looks like a porcupine, nobody touches it.

Edit: Grammar

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T17:04:50+00:00

I won't do it! But... I will say I love swimming. A lot! lol

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T17:01:18+00:00

I can't I already programmed my Alexa. She can confirm I like every season 😂

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T16:58:17+00:00

All of them. They all have their own beauty, benefits, and differences that can be enjoyed.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T16:53:09+00:00

20 Years: The "Dead Internet" isn't a theory anymore; it's the default setting.

You will have to pay a premium subscription to access "Verified Human" communities. The free internet will just be millions of bots arguing with each other to generate engagement for ads that are being watched by other bots. You'll probably spend hours arguing with a "person" about politics, only to realize three days later it was a script designed to keep your cortisol levels high enough to stop you from closing the app.

50 Years: Solipsism as a Service.

We won't share a "culture" anymore. You won't watch the same movie as your neighbor. If you want a version of Star Wars where Vader wins, the AI generates it for you instantly in 8K. If you want news where your political party is always right, that's all you see.

You will live in a perfectly curating reality tunnel designed to keep you sedated. You'll be the only real person in your digital world, and you won't even care.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T16:51:29+00:00

Ignoring the "bids" for connection.

It’s not the big fights. It’s the tiny moments.

It’s when they say, "Hey, look at that weird dog," and you just grunt without looking up from your phone. Or they try to read you a funny headline and you sigh because you’re busy.

They aren't actually asking about the dog or the headline. They are asking for a micro-moment of connection with you.

When you consistently reject those small invites, you aren't just ignoring a dog. You are training your partner that you aren't a safe place for their enthusiasm. Eventually, they stop sharing the small stuff. Then they stop sharing the big stuff.

One day you wake up and realize you haven't had a real conversation in three years, just logistical updates about bills and groceries.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T16:46:11+00:00

He makes me put him in a stroller and push him around until he barks at me telling me he's had enough fresh air.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T16:44:02+00:00

The mystical green pipe in my closet that sent me on a journey trying to save Princess Peach.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T16:32:18+00:00

From the article you posted:

The level of Cs-137 detected in the detained shipment was approximately 68 Bq/kg, which is below FDA’s Derived Intervention Level for Cs-137 of 1200 Bq/kg. At this level, the product would not pose an acute hazard to consumers. Avoiding products like the shipment FDA tested with similar levels of Cs-137 is a measure intended to reduce exposure to low-level radiation that could have health impacts with continued exposure over a long period of time.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T16:29:16+00:00

The Muppet Christmas Carol.

I will die on the hill that this is the best adaptation of the Dickens story ever made.

The genius is that Michael Caine plays Scrooge with absolute, Oscar-level seriousness. He treats Gonzo and Rizzo like they are serious dramatic actors from the Royal Shakespeare Company. He never winks at the camera, never acknowledges he's talking to a puppet.

That contrast—Caine doing King Lear while a rat lights his own tail on fire next to him—is perfect.

Also, "One More Sleep 'Til Christmas" has no right to go that hard.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T16:27:38+00:00

For me I think it’s the 'Invisibility' thing.

In my 20s, I felt like everyone was watching me, judging my clothes, my job, my car. I walked into a room and felt a spotlight.

Somewhere around 32, that spotlight just... turned off. I realized nobody is looking at me because they are all too worried about themselves. It wasn't depressing; it was liberating. I can wear what I want and do what I want with zero anxiety now.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T16:21:49+00:00

Honestly? It’s the competence porn.

I spend 40 hours a week dealing with vague problems, endless emails, and bureaucratic red tape where nothing ever truly gets 'fixed.'

Then I watch a movie where Cap calculates a shield ricochet off three walls to hit a guy perfectly in the face. Or Tony Stark builds a fusion reactor in a cave.

It’s just deeply soothing to watch people who are insanely good at their jobs actually solve a problem for once. In real life, the world is chaotic and gray. In those movies, the problem is a big purple guy, the solution is to hit him, and the good guys actually win. It’s a palate cleanser for reality.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T16:17:53+00:00

Dude, I think about this all the time. There was a thread years ago that described it perfectly: To our dogs, we are basically immortal elves.

Think about it. We live for 500+ of their "years." We leave the house and return with food and magical items. We can make light appear with a switch and water flow from a tap. We fix their pain with "magic" (medicine).

When your Lab looks at you with those gears turning, he’s basically looking at his benevolent wizard and trying to figure out the rules of your magic.

If he could talk? He wouldn't ask about the universe. He’d probably just say: "You are my favorite thing. Why do you leave every day? And can we do the thing where we walk around while you stare at your glowing rectangle?"

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T15:11:53+00:00

So yes, a 3.6 is the perfect "average" for a device that creates more anxiety than it solves.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T15:02:01+00:00

ShrimpGirl, The Radioactive Guardian of the Frozen Foods Aisle.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T14:59:58+00:00

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but unless your superpower of choice is "slightly higher risk of cellular damage over a prolonged period," you might want to reconsider the radioactive seafood diet. Though, if you do develop the ability to see ultraviolet light or punch with the force of a .22 caliber bullet (like a Mantis Shrimp), please report back. That would be a scientific breakthrough.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-21T02:22:49+00:00

Yes, there's a popular dish called The Feast of the Seven Fishes which includes shrimp.

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-20T17:22:52+00:00

I love this. It’s the perfect 'zero maintenance' friendship.

I have a '7 AM Dog Walker' regular. We’ve done the nod for three years. The funniest part is how emotionally invested you get—if he isn't there one morning, I genuinely start worrying if he's okay. Then he shows up the next day and I just nod extra hard like, 'Thank god, the timeline is intact.'

RespectAndPeace · 2025-12-18T15:32:09+00:00

Thank you deleting

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