I don’t know if I’ll ever find it again, but there’s a “restored” version of that GiTS episode up on the internet archive. Someone took a bluray copy of the video and audio, and mixed in the relevant fart sounds from the audio of a VHS recording of the adult swim edit that was tracked down.

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Welcome! Will be back later to discuss the suggested rules (other people have mostly said my concerns already), but for your awareness there was a thread requesting moderator rights of this sub a week ago that may have been missed by the admin that appointed you: https://lemmy.world/post/45162418

That might be a good place to start on finding additional mods.

Can we truly trust the existence of anything outside our immediate senses in the present moment? Is anything truly a thing? Can we trust our senses? Are questions like mine mental masturbation? Am I shitting right now, or is that my imagination?

The shit on the floor had better be my imagination.

Fuck.

The gamble is if there’s enough of these people in the right places to keep society running.

I’m not as confident as a lot of people seem to be that there are/would be. And that’s ignoring the aspects of training, physical ability, etc and just considering interest/desire.

It’s an alt account too, I finally blocked the original account (think it was on lemmus.org) because the instance admins of lemmy.world seem to be dragging their feet on assigning new mods to this community.

The blue colorscheme indicates it’s from one of the non-18+ boards, and /v/ is the one of those that it would fit the most.

Technically you can set any board to any of a bunch of color schemes, but most users just leave the defaults or pick on dark theme for all of them.

Sweet! I just picked LE up and had started looking at mods for my playthrough. These reccomendations will make a nice starting point!

The Doom reboot seems to do a good job with it too. Green lights generally point the way to go.

Thank you! This is something I saw coming as games got more visually detailed and environments got more visually dense. There was this generation of “detective mode”/“spirit vision”/“highlight the important shit” and I remember that in some games it was so constantly necessary to use that to figure out where you needed to go that you spent more time in desaturated rave-land than seeing that actual game.

I feel like decent signposting, guiding the player towards interactables and points of interest, etc is slowly being lost in favor of “toggleable highlight vision” and yellow paint. It’s a fucking video game, use some rim-lighting or a sparkle effect. Point a toppled lamp at the ladder. Either go all in on realistic environments and work harder to direct your players in ways that don’t break immersion or accept some element of “game-ness” and just highlight the objects.

The toggle-able highlight vision fucks with the gameplay flow, and the yellow paint on shit that doesn’t make sense unless an omniscient helper is leading us just breaks immersion and versimilitude for me more than any glowing collectable does.

And for an actual answer, it depends on the games you have and if you have the proper peripherals (memory cards, analog controller for the few games that require or greatly benefit).

Even getting it connected to a modern TV requires an adapter, and while you might be able to get a “good enough” one for cheap online, it’s kind of a shitshow with unreliable cheap crap all over too.

Honestly if anyone is interested in PS1 amd doesn’t already have the “setup” of a decent CRT and the hardware, they’re probably better off emulating on their PC, maybe using a CRT shader.

If you want the “experience”, you’re better off getting a PS2 and soft-modding it. I wouldn’t even know where to start with trying to find a modchip and the right burnable CDs and drive to burn with for the PS1. Modded PS2s are backwards compatible with all but like one very obscure PS1 game, and they can load from an internal hard drive, network, or USB depending on the hardware model.

So this guy definitely draws porn, right? The way they draw women is scantily clothed and very breastiful.

Animated, and set before Serenity so Wash is still alive. Last news is that Nathan Fillion is trying to find a studio to fund it, but the original cast (who are still alive) are all on board.

It makes sense it would run on some old iOS devices. Iirc, they run heavily heavily customized alpine linux under the hood.

I remember jailbreaking my first-gen touch, and one of the first steps after you get root is to change the default creds from user: alpine pass: alpine, because there was a joke “malware” going around that relied on the default creds.

Puppy linux is wonderful as part of an IT “USB toolkit” for when it might not be safe to boot the normal OS, if you need to try data recovery on a dying HDD, or just need quick access to linux based tools.

And it’s surprisingly full featured for the small size. I’ve lived out of it for a week or so when a HDD died and I was waiting for a new one to ship.

Knoppix might be dead? That sucks. It was my first exposure to Linux. A family member who never participated in holiday gift-giving and almost never visited suddenly visited one day when I was young. I don’t remember much of the visit, but he left me with a Linux or Knoppix “for dummies” book with a Knoppix live bootable CD in it, and a burned disc of a more up to date version. He knew I was into tech, and this was pre-Steam days. Internet then was not what it is now, so it was a seriously nice gift for a growing nerdling.

He’s slightly more present now that I’m an adult, and he swears he has no memory of this. Or of Knoppix. But he daily drove Ubuntu as of a few years ago, and he’s the only family member even remotely techy and old enough for it to have been.

Maybe I was blessed by Tux himself?

Might have also been one of my Dad’s coworkers, as he got one of them to backlight mod my GBA back before the SP came out. But it would be very weird if I confused an actual visit. Maybe there was no visit and my dad just handed me the stuff and told me who it was from?

It’s a bit of a mystery, with significant impact to my life trajectory.

So… still toxic. Just marginally less.

Thank god I’m not the only one who thought this crazy idea might work.

Savory/salty + sweet

Yeah, if I ever walked into a DG that looked like that image I’d assume I was at the flagship store.

For the real experience:

• Move all of those shelves so that the aisles are about 1ft (~0.3m) tighter.
• From any point you can stand, you can see at least one display/section that looks to be one heavy footfall away from collapsing onto the floor.
• Nobody stocks, (re)organizes shelves, or “faces” product. That would eat into the profit margins. The products are unpacked and put out once, then never touched by employee hands again until they are scanned for purchase. If a customer picks something up and puts it down somewhere else then that item’s location is only known to them and whatever cruel god. You can often find nonperishable products in the wrong area that were discontinued years ago.
• Tile floor? If only you were so lucky. The floor appears, but cannot be confirmed, to have once been some form of green carpet many decades ago. Now it is some deep green, almost black solid sheet of matted “material” composed of trodden upon old gum, engine oil from the parking lot, and substances known only to the unspeakable outer gods. Congealed and compressed into a thin homogenous layer by the endless footsteps of the forsaken customers. Under the right hallucinogenics, you could be convinced that it is old rubberized tennis court floor long past its prime, but there is still something distinctly wrong about it. In your soul you know it was once carpet, and you cannot comprehend the path between that and what you behold under your feet.
• There is only ever two staff at most in the building, and you will only ever be allowed to percieve one. Attached to the register, unmoving like some sort of defeated gargoyle. Legends say the other employee is stationed on a desk chair in the closet they call a manager’s office, prepared to chase any ne’er do wells out with a bat as needed, but no one has witnessed this in recorded history.
• Things often cost more than a dollar. Bastards.