I’m worse about eating and drinking water at home, by far, than at work.

At work I have a schedule. About halfway through my shift, give or take. I work alone, over night, and don’t have any scheduled or required breaks; however, the wireless headset reaches almost everything so I just get up and nuke whatever I brought in.

As for water? I’ll slug some water down and go refill my vessel just to get up and stretch my legs.

At home… Well, have you ever started playing a game at night and 5 minutes later the sun was up? Yeah, I’m always like that at home lol.

Reminds me of the DOS days of my youth.

fdisk does not stand for friendly disk.

Gonna piss off the farmers, until they get their subsidiary check for growing corn (for high fructose corn syrup) instead of feeding the population.

No, not all things.

However, we’re - in this post - operating on the premise of immortality.

There are less and less “free” things to do as the days pass.

Something something capitalism, something something monetization.

Not entirely relevant to the hypothetical, but as LPT - it falls a little flat.

People optimize to make their life easier, less chaotic, or stressful.

I’m not gonna take an hour detour for the views and risk losing my job. I need that. To live. Of course, immortality solves that - but that falls outside of the “Life” part of the Life Pro Tip.

Maybe my perception is warped however. ADHD and the requirement for constant novelty can be draining. I freely admit I don’t have the healthiest views on everything, and what works for others may not work for me.

I’m a gamer. And I can LOVE a game. For a while. As I get older, it seems to take less and less time for the honeymoon effect to wear off. But hey, that could be the bipolar disorder clouding perspective as well.

So focus on my mental health? See a therapist, get different meds? Yeah, not in America. Not easily, and not cheaply… oh wait, back to money.

I’ll admit, I haven’t watched it. Nor do I intend to. And I tried to allude to CDPR doing… something to explain it.

I’ve seen too many decent games ruined by hype trains, so I do my best to avoid them and form my own judgements.

I tend to be a lore nerd before a min-maxer in games, though that wasn’t always the case.

The “best” build isn’t always the most enjoyable. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE theory crafting ridiculous shit - but if you trounce all your enemies, conquer every social interaction, and breeze through the game… where is the adventure?

Hell, the BEST DND player I’ve played with lasted three sessions. Second Edition. Gnome Fighter with 3 INT. He was, sadly, too dumb to live. But man, I enjoyed every session with that character. Barrel of laughs, and his “idiocy” could be really ingenious. Dangerous to everyone around him, friend or foe, but he got results.

Sadly, he re-rolled with a more optimized character. It survived, but it was not nearly as much fun.

At this point I feel like organizers need to consult with the French on how to throw a revolution.

They got a bad wrap (rap? I’m not sure, only heard it spoken) with WW2, but man… they could revolt.

Guillotines were unwieldy, near stationary equalizers. Imagine what the American people could do with plentiful arms and ammunition. I know, that AR15 isn’t gonna stop a tank, but a militant group of rednecks with access to basic chemistry supplies can be dangerous.

Sadly, the it seems the people who want to “fight tyranny” and buy all the guns and ammo en masse are also fascist bootlickers.

I lean left, hard. That being said, I remain very Pro 2A.

I haven’t been worried about the military with all the stochastic terrorism in the red states I’ve lived in, I’ve been worried about my neighbors. And I gotta tell ya, Cletus with his temu body armor and lack of fingers is a concern, but not so much as a military vehicle (or militarized police vehicle) worry me.

But honestly, if the military refuses to uphold their oath to protect the constitution against enemies foreign and (more importantly) domestic - well, we’re all fucked.

Uncle Sam does not fuck around when it comes to exterminating civilians, and pigs are just military wash outs who didn’t exceed the intelligence requirement.

Easier said than done.

Seeking daily novelty would get expensive quickly.

That being said, if I were immortal I’d probably just sock away funds into a low risk investment vehicle and do a variety of drugs to keep me comatose until my investments made life easier.

If you can’t die, you don’t need a lot of fentanyl to keep you under, and from what I gather it can be had relatively cheaply - though I’ve never looked into it much. I realize from my brushes with opiates that were legitimately prescribed and mostly taken as directed (I’m sorry, if I’m in enough pain to warrant them, I’m popping two of em and going to lay down for a nap, then taking as directed) and I like them waaay too much to think of doing it for fun - I would ruin my life, and fast.

The Trial of Grasses is kind of a defining moment in a witcher’s life.

Thats really my only beef at the moment with the choice, but I’ve been awake for over 48 hours so I’m not thinking too clearly at the moment.

As an American who has worked night shift for too long… I’m sick of “breakfast” foods.

Bacon, eggs, some carb, maybe spice it up by adding salsa or some shit?

Nah, sorry.

I’ve had my fill.

8am is dinner time for me. I want steak, burgers, pasta, a fucking meal.

I used to live in the “city” or at least, suburbs. I could find something.

Moved to rural fly over state recently. I’d rather not eat than shove another form of egg down my gullet.

Tomacco was a fictional product on the Simpsons, unless I missed something.

Which, if i I did, hey, neat.

Realistically, I found left handed opponents to be more difficult to compete against.

It took me longer to learn their body movements that would indicate a strike, and where they are aiming. It wast just less intuitive.

Also, fencing a little person was a somewhat unique experience. Totally threw me off my game.

Thank you, this reference is why I clicked into the comments.

I’m not clinical, but I worked in medical IT off and on.

The shit I would hear from clinical staff.

Had a senior surgeon call me because his application was frozen. Cool, cool, lets get that going - wait - you’re what - palpating a child’s heart to keep it beating in rhythm? There are back ups upon back ups for anything IT related in that scenario. Don’t call your overnight helpdesk with that shit, have your nurse write it down on paper. Fuck.

Most traumatic IT call I’ve ever had. Didn’t even care to solve his IT issue, just focused on patient care. My 20 something ass with a few years behind the desk told him to focus on the patient’s LIFE first and foremost, we can talk later.

Always great for an interview question though - how do you respond under stress? Well, lol…

I came in to say I don’t tend to follow news on republicans who aren’t directly fucking up my life, but this sounds about par for the course for the dipshit-elect.

Age was never a factor to me.

Bernie is, for America, VERY left of status quo democrats. I’d like to see that, even for four years.

One phrase rings through my head when I read shit like this, from my days at a Children’s hospital.

“Non-accidental trauma.” Still sends shivers down my soul.

I was tier one help desk, overnight, in a children’s hospital.

I had a doctor call me, who expressly made it clear he didn’t want a run around, while manually palpating a child’s heart to keep it in rhythm and thus, the child alive.

I told him there are back ups upon back ups that can be implemented, and I am happy to talk about his computer problem when the patient is SAFE. Not a little, “we got this,” safe, but SAFE.

Tier one help desk, overnight, no support, and I had to tell a person who turned out to be a board member that he could go fuck himself on his computer problem until the child patient was safe.

My first job was customer service, and I’ve been in IT for a dozen years. Its still customer service. You just have to realize who the customer is - in the case of a children’s hospital, it is always the child.

I would have fought tooth and nail to vote for Bernie Sanders.

As it stood, we moved during the voting period. The wife and I were registered neither in our home state or our new state and couldn’t vote. Where we moved was deep red and it wouldn’t have mattered, but I would have liked to give a formal middle finger to the dipshit-elect.

I remember a friend’s first child’s birthday.

Me and the mom killed a pony keg because no one else had the balls too.

I’m about that friend’s age now… man, she went hard. Gonna miss her. I couldn’t keep up now.

Edit: She’s alive and well, married with a gaggle of kids, we grew apart. Just miss those late summer nights where the only place we had to be was a shit retail job, and we could get stoned for that.

Hurting the right people is such a hateful phrase… like, you want to hurt EVERYONE, but you have to be reigned in by bigoted masters…

I grew up and lived most of my life until recently in the DFW metroplex. From Fort Worth to Dallas, I’ve lived there and worked there, often not at the same time (commutes always suck there) but my experience with making Hispanic friends is that when I went to a Mexican restaurant in Gardiner, Montana , that me and my other Texan friends waited for months to open, and I ordered Mole.

I’ve had mole. I’ve had mi amigo’s abuela’s mole straight from her cocina. What I was served was a plate of brown shit - somehow flavorless, and offensive to all tastes at the same time.

I don’t ask for refunds, buyer beware and all. We got fully refunded, and shit ALL over their restaurant to everyone we talked to, and I was at the front desk of a hotel in Yellowstone, 5 miles from their doorstep.

Bowling for Soup was right, the Mexican food sucks north of there anyway.