charly4994 [she/her, comrade/them]

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Cake day: July 29th, 2020

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  • When I first moved into this neighborhood we had a Bottom Dollar, then Aldi bought them out and closed almost all of them getting rid of the closest grocery store that served a fair amount of the community. There was one like another 5 minutes away or another one 10 minutes away on arterial streets. Then the one that was 5 minutes away closed after it was sold and the only reason it’s a grocery store today is because the previous owners insisted the buyer had to make it a grocery store, otherwise you’d just have a food desert for a lot of the immediate vicinity that had the poorest families in the city.

    Dollar General moved into where that original Bottom Dollar grocery store was and was the only convenient place to get food for a few years if you didn’t have a car. There’s another Dollar General 10 minutes up the road where a Dollar Tree used to be. There’s yet another probably another 7 minutes away from that second one, after that I couldn’t tell you since they’re fucking everywhere and there’s probably 3 I’m not even aware of because I just don’t turn right at a certain intersection.






  • I found it rather janky and just couldn’t get into it despite really wanting another crpg to play. The camera controls and party movement just really felt awful for me. I’m also not super familiar with pathfinder and the last exposure I had with it I was playing Kingmaker which wasn’t a bad game, but also I sorta didn’t find it the most enjoyable thing. I bounced off WotR in the tutorial. Compared to BG3 where the combat encounters were still basic through the tutorial on the nautiloid they were peppered in enough for me to grow accustomed to the combat while also giving me space, in the start of WotR you’re running down some caves with bugs attacking you every 50 feet or so and even then the combat felt like it had no weight. After the caves, the idea that there’s a maze waiting for me and it’s probably full of more lackluster combat encounters but it’s also a maze just made me peace out.





  • The idea that these people normally eating 3000-5000 Calories a day can just jump over to 1200 a day instantly and should they “cheat” or stumble while trying get yelled at on a man that holds the potential to save your life in his hands. If it wasn’t a giant circus they’d approach it reasonably stating that even 2500 a day would be enough for a significant loss which would allow for a less sudden and abrupt change, not to mention the fact that most aren’t really given proper mental health support for what is 1000% stemming from mental health issues.


  • But then how will people write 20 cover letters a day to keep up with the increasing rate of instant rejections?

    Saw a really depressing ad at work the other day where Google was advertising their thing and it was some person asking their LLM to write a letter for their daughter to this athlete bragging about how she’ll break her record one day. They couch it in “here’s a draft” but it’s just so bleak. The idea that a child so excited about doing a sport and dreaming of going to the Olympics and getting a world record can’t just write a bit of a clumsy letter expressing themselves to their hero is just beyond depressing. Writing swill for automated systems that are going to reject you anyway is one thing, but the idea that they think that this is a legitimate use of these models just highlights how obnoxiously out of touch they are.

    How do we learn and grow as people and find our own writing voices if we don’t write some of the most cringe shit imaginable when we’re young. I wrote a weird letter to Emma Watson in middle school, nobody ever read it, but it was a learning experience and made me actually have to think about my own feelings. These techbros have to have been grown in vats.


  • Over 20 years ago my mother got weight loss surgery, the doctor that did it was an absolute hack and has since vanished into the sunset after making a shitload of money from people. My mother has things she just can’t eat anymore because they’ll sit too hard on what’s left of her stomach. A few years ago she had an issue where she was throwing up everything she ate and I dragged her to the hospital, they found that the coconut shreds she had been snacking on had formed a bolus that wasn’t moving and that her stomach was basically the size of a blister. Thanks to this issue we were able to catch and address some of the issues. She also cannot absorb iron orally so she needs infusions every few months. Can’t help but think about the years lost and the upcoming nutritional struggles as she gets older. She hit that “rare but terrible side effect” mark. I feel bad for the people just trying to improve their life and getting fucked in the process by people that really just don’t care, the company could add the warning of gastroparesis to their packaging easily.





  • 37 days of giving a shit, 22 pounds down. Got through a major bit of work drama without going back to eating, feels extra nice to cross that 300 pound barrier today. Went on a day trip down to DC and stopped counting but still didn’t go wild, sorta feeling like I’m not looking for as large of meals now too. Didn’t hurt that the trip down to DC had us do >20k steps through the day so any extra snacks were sorta paid for. This coming week might be rough without someone else in the house to keep me accountable, but I prepped with easier stuff to make so I’m ready to keep going for it.