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Cake day: July 3rd, 2024

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  • That’s fucking amazing. I love it. I want games like that for real now (they say, knowing full well that historically games made from movie and TV IP have been largely awful, alas):

    • Asteroids, but with Star Wars ships.
    • Galaga, but you fly voyager through Borg space, trans warp conduits, etc. Occasionally you pick up a clone or alternate timeline Voyager to fight along side you.
    • Space invaders I think would also be a good with a Starship Troopers skin and bugs lobbing rocks at your bases, could also be good in the style of Scorched Earth (or Worms Armageddon).
    • An Apple II style text only adventure game in Deep Space Nine.
    • A farming/trading/city sim on Babylon 5.
    • Civilization, but it’s Babylon 5, Star Trek, or Star Wars, Dune, etc.
    • Old school 2.5D Zelda adventure game, but it’s Firefly or The Expanse.
    • A Mario Bros. game but it’s Farscape.
    • Mario kart, also Farscape.
    • Leisure Suit Larry in the style of Lexx.


  • I used to think coconut water tasted a little funny (odd mix of sweet, earthy, and umami, not like the coconut flesh at all). Then one day after a particularly long hot hike, I tried it again. I’d been hiking through a natural area that had lots of coconut palms. Crews had been clearing out some invasive species. This is relevant because they’d been using the same trails and had cut open and presumably drunk the water from dozens of coconuts along the way as they worked. These guys must know something I didn’t, so I looked into coconut water as a drink because I’d never heard of such a thing at the time.

    Anyway, this is all to say that I gave coconut water a second chance when my body really needed it and although it tasted exactly as I remembered it I suddenly found that it tasted fucking amazing. I’ve been a convert since then. I used to drink Gatorade, but now Gatorade just tastes salty, like Kool-aid made with ball sweat by comparison.


  • When I call a fern (or wolf, crab, crow, whale, shark), at that level of syntactical broadly used common word I’m mostly talking about the phenotype, not the genotype. If someone was saying something about a specific fern, then we can argue against those romantic idea of deep time, a little. I mean, we’re probably all descendants of some ancient panspermia event anyway if you want to feel some connection to the ancient forgotten past.


  • Self-hosting is inherently not low effort. This isn’t memes or shitposts. This is people helping people that are trying to help themselves, a.k.a. people making an effort. Communities rely on the discretion of mods and rules specific to the community focus. If this community didn’t have some kind of bar to meet for low effort posts it would drive away participants and contributors more interested in higher effort and more interesting topics. It gets real old seeing people ask and answer the same basic questions about Plex, Jellyfin, *arrs, and docker all the time. Worrying about if this rule will be abused seems premature. Besides (as others have pointed out) there are other communities with similar interests, if you’re that concerned that your spammy no-context YouTube video got deleted, please go try your luck elsewhere.



  • You want mpd to server and play the music, connected with a web front end (there are a few to choose from) accessible on the private store wifi. You should probably serve this frontend only to a certain machine on the network (like the managers computer in the back) and lock everything else out. The last time I ripped CDs on Linux I used whipper, which I believe was the successor to morituri. This is all only legal if the CDs they have already included the licensing fees to play them publicly or are themselves freely licensed. There are sources of freely licensed music out there that you can play publicly without paying.






  • I guess women aren’t allowed to be sexual? No excusing the other sexist Rick Berman nonsense. But if you really think women reading about, finding pleasure in, and talking about erotic literature with their friends and co-workers isn’t a fairly common, mundane, and totally normal thing to do without any shame, then I really don’t know what to say. This feels like a really creepy thing to take issue with.

    You can save the entire ship, cure random space diseases, raise a child alone on a starship faced with existential threats on the daily, but you fuck one ghost and now men only see you as the ghost-fucker.