The only thing I’ve ever sold online was an item from the MMO Everquest. I ran a top raiding guild on my server and had just gotten a really rare end-game item but I was coming up short on rent so I jokingly offered to sell it to some guildies. None of them took me up on it, but one guy had heard about someone who was looking for the item and willing to pay, so I chatted him up and wound up selling him the item for $250. I was super nervous about it but everything went great.
I just switched back to Brave after using Firefox for a couple years. I switched away from Brave over the Manifest V3 thing but it turns out they’re preserving compatibility with V2 extensions and their built-in shields have gotten pretty good at blocking most things without even needing uBO. I had lots of little issues with Firefox that are like known-issues that have been around for years or things I haven’t been able to find solutions to, so I was glad to switch back. Brave isn’t perfect either, but.
We’re optimizing our fitness function as living beings (ie, we’re still alive), so I’d say that’s a solid thumbs-up.
Because ‘fuck those guys who are inconveniencing me, let me rant on youtube for free and maybe make some money’ is a lot more accessible than ‘yay that guy, let me spend a bunch of money to show up at his thing’.
Motherfucking pockets… in the goddamned shower curtain.
Oh damn, I hadn’t thought about this but that’s not a bad idea. My mom used to have one when I was a teenager and would make this potato bread that I friggin’ loved. She always said it was dead simple, maybe it’s time to look into that myself.
Wait, I’ve been on this earth for 52 years and somehow didn’t know they make shower curtains with fucking pockets?! I’m going to go buy one right now.
Honestly I use discord for this because of the more immediate responses when I’m feeling lonely. I’m in a couple of medium-sized communities that have members around the world so there’s pretty much always someone on.
Maybe, but you notice how you used the word ‘frames’ there instead of ‘sunglasses’? I bet if they were wearing empty frames they’d have said that, what with those two words meaning different things and all. :P
I dunno if you know this but everyone has see- through sunglasses… otherwise they’d be called sunwalls. ;)
Depends how long I’m gonna be in there and how well I can see with them on. Well lit? In and out? They stay.
Selling elevator keys.
The high school I went to was an old building that was built like a prison (seriously, look at that thing), it’s 3 stories plus a basement (and the smoker’s area - this was in the 80s - was out back from the basement), so I routinely had to go from basement to 3rd floor for classes. it sucked. The school had an elevator, but it was key-operated, and they only gave out keys to kids who actually needed it. I faked a knee injury to get a key and it was great not having to climb 4 flights of stairs. But after a couple days I noticed other kids were always waiting around for me so they could ride the elevator with me and such.
Thus, a brilliant idea was hatched: I went to a locksmith’s shop and got 10 copies of the key made. Whenever anyone wanted to get on the elevator with me I would offer to sell them a key for $10. I sold out by the end of the 2nd day and word was beginning to spread. I went to a different locksmith and got another 10 keys made, but only sold 7 of them before somebody ratted me out. Still, $170 in my pocket less a couple bucks for the copies for 2 days of ‘work’ seemed like a pretty sweet deal to me, even if I did have to go back to climbing the stairs again.
The funniest part is through one of the classes I took I had been invited to join some kind of ‘young entrepreneur’s club’ and they kicked me out when I got busted. Seems like I was doing things exactly right for that sort of crowd, I guess the lesson learned there is getting caught is the problem, not doing the thing that gets you caught. :P
Not anymore. When I was younger I would talk in my sleep a lot, even sleepwalked, but it slowly faded with age. Now I’m in my 50s and I can’t remember the last time someone told me I talked in my sleep.
I’ve noticed price increases in a few things, some small, some large.
Warm. Tummy full. Sleep now.
The one in which I dreamed about these vampiric creatures that traveled between realities by making people dream about them. I had just dreamed about the entire species and then knew I was waking up. In that moment between sleep and wakefulness I was desperately flailing around searching for any way to kill myself to save the world from being taken over by these things. Fortunately I couldn’t find anything before I realized it was a dream, but the idea that if I had had some sharp object nearby I definitely would’ve tried to shove it into my skull without realizing was utterly terrifying.
It’s been a while since I was in the job market (I’ve been disabled almost 15 years), but the advice I consistently received was ‘call them’. If you apply online or file a resume or even drop one off in person, you’re just one name in a sea of applicants. File the resume, give it 3 days or so, then call them. Talk to the hiring manager if you can. Tell them who you are and what you’re looking for. Find out if they have a timetable on when they’re hiring. If they don’t give you one keep calling them every few days until they hire you or say ‘no thanks’. At that point you go from being one rando among dozens or more to being that one really persistent person who seemed super interested in the job and whose name is now memorable when they get around to looking at your resume.
Absolutely. I, too, was once a teenager.
I don’t trust a particular source. I sorta trust GroundNews to at least show me the bias and give me less-overtly-biased alternatives. Otherwise I am more trustful in general (but don’t fully trust) investigative journalism orgs like ProPublica, independent journalists like Ken Klippenstein, etc.
Yeah, I mean it depends a lot on what you think the purpose of the experiment is, right? I take a somewhat simplistic view at the big-picture scale: I want to live, therefore it’s better to be alive than dead, therefore continuing to be alive is exceeding my expectations and counts as a win in my book. But it’s more complicated once you get into the weeds of ‘purpose’ and such. For me I think there is no point or purpose to life beyond it as itself, we’re just a particularly complex chemical soup cast adrift in the universe left to work shit out for ourselves. But what that means is that I get to decide what everything means including life itself, and since I want to continue living and creating meaning I have decided that that means I am accomplishing my purpose in life. Yeah the world sucks and all that, but it is still populated by people and people are what matter; we can make the world a better place by improving the lives of those who live here by reducing the amount of suffering in it. As Camus says, the struggle itself is enough to fill a man’s heart.