If only we had criminal justice system…

Oh wait, -we- do have a system that’ll hold us accountable for crimes. If only rich people weren’t allowed to do things like rape children or lead an insurrection.

Sabaton did a song about that:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPdHkHslFIU

It’s long pants 100% of the time for me. The difference in temperature between shorts and long pants has always seemed negligible to me; but the sensation of wind hitting my leg hairs feels like I’m standing on an ant colony.

Other than swim trunks, I don’t even own a pair of shorts.

I don’t think I’ve ever stopped using a pen because of a fault or end-of-life condition of the pen itself. I stop using them because “Where the actual fuck did I put my pen…?”

and the world made a better place.

Cue the Anakin-in-a-field-with-Padme meme.

I’m on the fence between the K2 HE base model and the Gamakay TK75HE V2, which came up in a related video when looking for reviews.

They look pretty similar, but the ‘phoenix’ switches used in the Gamakay seem some of the most silent on the market. The Nebula switches in the K2 don’t seem bad though - kind of just a ‘thud’ when they bottom out - still much quieter than mechanicals are known for.

Any insight on Gamakay?

looks at scale

looks back at computer

…naw I’m sure it’s fine.

Still, I guess I gotta give them credit for being true believers in their wings standing on their own merit

Every job I’ve ever held seems to have the same recurring character: a middle-aged+ balding obese man who regularly makes creepy/sexist/racist comments, and when told off, dramatically throws their arms up and laments about not being able to make jokes anymore.

Anyway, one of the talking points this character routinely brings up is that they’ll go to Hooters, but actually just for the Wings - they’re really that good!

…no, David, no one’s buying your bullshit. You go there because you like tits, and apparently not the ones hanging off the poor woman you’ve Stockholm syndromed into becoming and remaining your wife.

But apparently the whole “I go there for the wings!” lie is so common that even Hooters execs started to believe it.

…and seriously, why is David following me?? New job, there’s fucking David, sometimes with a mustache, sometimes with glasses, or a funny hat or something… but he’s always there.

I just noticed after typing this that you use your keyboard on the couch?

Yeah it’s kind of a weird set up… Tower is on the floor to my left, keyboard in my lap (or ontop of the tower when not in use), to my right there’s a center console thing with cup holders and a little storage area for remotes and such: I rigged up a mousepad on that, and the cord feeds in through that storage area then between the cushions and around the back of the couch into the tower. Monitor sits on a coffee table in front of me. Right of the center console is my wife’s comfy spot, and straight across from that is a wall mounted TV.

I don’t give a rat’s ass about tv shows, and she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about videogames, but this setup allows us to be plopped down next to each other but doing our own thing on screen.

And the couch is the most comfortable computer chair ever!!

Ask your doctor if Porkkake is right for you!

There doesn’t seem to be much consistency - even the same patient could find it really painful one operation and not at all the next.

Propofol is weird stuff.

That kind of illustrates the struggle though: a bunch of hyper-specific results not suitable for general questions, or communities that have only seen a handful of posts, ever.

Per other posters though, that last bit doesn’t sounds like it’ll pose the issue I feared.

Cataract surgeries you’re typically awake for. Or rather, sleep isn’t drug induced: you’ll still be laying down in a quiet, dark room, so people sometimes fall asleep naturally (and then wake up naturally, understandably freaked out) but they generally won’t give general anesthesia unless you really can’t tolerate it.

Most likely your describing propofol. It’s stored at room temperature, but causes a sensation that’s comparable to Icy Hot, but how it hits an individual patient varies from person to person. In the moment it can feel scalding hot, blistering cold or anything in between, including nothing at all.

The clarity of your memory of that part tells me you might be a touch tolerant to it - I’d run that by your anesthesiologist if you ever need another surgery.

Definitely ask them for which drugs they used, and if you need anesthesia again later, give that list and your symptoms to your anesthesiologist.

The mask is just oxygen - they want your blood as saturated with O2 as it can be. The stuff that knocks you out comes in from the IV, and it knocks you out so completely that you literally don’t even breathe on your own. So, once that stuff kicks in it’s gogogo time for the anesthesiologist, cuz you’re basically holding your breath until they get you intubated, which allows the ventilator to take over.

*There are probably exceptions to that, but 99% of surgeries requiring general anesthesia will go like that.

Now is a great time to buy stock in companies that sell stamps of things like tiny little dicks.

Seems a lot of the right wing “dog whistles” are more of an air raid siren. They don’t need to be subtle - a horrifying number of people build their whole identity around things like racism and religious superiority. The louder the whistle, the more support they drum up from those evil shits.

You’re pretty much describing the epicurian paradox. God, or at least the Christian (and similar) god, is presented as being three things in an absolute sense:

1 - All powerful. His will is our reality, period.

2 - All good. He doesn’t have even the tiniest shred of evil.

3 - All knowing. He is completely aware of everything that happens in this reality.

But we can plainly observe evil every time we so much as turn the news on, so how can that exist in the reality made by a god who demonstrates the three traits above?

Every single attempt at answering that paradox just shuffles two of the three pillars. (feel free to take a crack at it if you think you’ve got a solution, but this is very much a ‘gotcha!’ kind of situation that you might get really frustrated with, so, fair warning).

I was raised Christian, but this is a big part of what killed it for me. It boils down to accepting that if there is a god, the Christian presentation of it is mistaken at best, or dishonest at worst, and if we can’t be accurate or honest about even our own diety, then we have no basis for the rest of our religion.

Or a Lemmy thing. Humans Most living things are pretty hard wired to be obsessed with sex.