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  • Most…is probably The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past. That game came out when I was 3, I still have the original cartridge and it still works, and I still play that game to this day.

    Least is probably going to be Where The Water Tastes Like Wine. I discovered the soundtrack first on Youtube, and then decided to try out the game. It’s a dialog heavy game, they put a lot of emphasis on the presentation and voice acting, and it’s idiotically slow. It puts a page of dialog up that you’ll have read before the voice actor starts talking. If you open the pause menu and Quit the game, IT TALKS MORE. I hit Alt+F4 and haven’t looked at it s ince.

    I had bought two games at the same time, I played one of them for a few weeks before getting around to looking at WtWTLW, so I couldn’t refund it.



  • When you have enough charlatans trying to push corporate or religious agendas, you’ve got two choices:

    1. Every single human being needs to repeat every single experiment they rely on for their work or pleasure because there is no such thing as trust, only the scientific method and the power of repeating experiments to verify results, or

    2. We need to have institutions to do this shit for us whose reputations MATTER at the flesh and bone level. What that looks like, at this point I’m not sure, because criminals always win.



  • The “intellectual elite” did a lot of the damage themselves.

    I want you to go watch a youtube channel called The Octopus Lady. She’s a member of Nebula, young woman with some marine biology credentials who zilennials her way through science communication mostly about ocean life. And she does the legwork, or tries to. She makes a running gag out of sounding out all the latin. “Nootfish are in the order pi…pisca…pis-caen-id-ae? And the phylum Pis-caein-in-ae? Piscaieninae.” And it’s not difficult to find an episode where she’ll talk about reading published research papers and completely failing to understand them, because they’re written in space catholic. She’ll read excerpts like “The phyringial jaws are motulidated lantitherally from the up end of the distal and caudal sclipera. When feeding, they linticulate joternimously in a cirratic fashion.” She has a habit of damning basically any scientist in any field other than marine biology to turbohell because she understands their work even less.

    “Cite your source.” “Okay. 5.8th dimensional pile of moon runes Hope this clears it up.”

    It raises the problem of science-shaped bullshit. The MLA or APA style guides are manuals on how to fake scientific literature. It’s very easy to make bullshit look credible. This happens a lot; industries hold fake scientific conferences where bullshit research is presented before being published in bullshit journals so that you can find the bullshit people cite when lying on behalf of a corporation.

    Hell just go to a doctor. Make an appointment months in advance to have someone dead inside prescribe you whatever SSRI their office is wallpapered with ads for as treatment for astigmatism. Women commonly complain of having their problems outright ignored, meanwhile men pretty much just give up and just…live with three knees on one leg out of not unfounded fear the hospital will just maim them further. After all, if you cut a patient’s dick off during a tonsilectomy, you get to charge them for reattachment. The healthcare system managed to make themselves the worst part of a forklift accident.

    Universities selling out en masse offering bullshit degrees like Musical Psychology casts a certain “What the fuck are you doing?” shadow over everything they do. But what do you expect out of our nation’s classroom-themed minor league professional sports franchises?











  • Like a decade ago, I got into the idea of brewing beer. Didn’t know the first thing about how. So I looked it up on Youtube. First video I saw was this dude who had apparently added a room onto his house, like he walked out what looked like an exterior door into another room full of stainless steel counters and basins and such, and I quit watching about the time he was pouring sacks of barley into a hand-cranked grinder. Then I found a Canadian guy named Craig who was like “I buy this can of goo from the brewery store, you dump it into 5 gallons of hot water, stir it up, ferment it in a bucket for a week, and bottle it.” and that was a bit more my speed.