cobysev

Reddit wasn’t immediately known as the “front page of the Internet.” It took time to build up a reputation and tons of content before it started to get noticed and promoted by search engines.

Lemmy is the same. It’s small now, but with enough content, it will eventually become a reference point like Reddit. Every little bit counts.

Always. I spent so much time beating the game, might as well sit through the credits. Sometimes developers hide interesting things in there. It’s not like a movie where I can fast-forward to the credits anytime I want, so I might as well check it out while it’s there.

At worst, I’ll just let them run while I distract myself with something else. I don’t need to be staring at them for the whole run. But I’m nearby and ready in case something interesting shows up.

The first time I beat Metal Gear Solid 4, it was late at night on a work night. I had stayed up late because I really wanted to finish the game instead of waiting until the next evening. I was so ready for the credits to roll so I could sleep!

Little did I know, cinematic cutscenes kept popping up throughout the credits, changing the end of the game! If I had just turned it off as soon as credits rolled, I would’ve missed the true end to the story.

Also… the credits and cutscenes at the end of Metal Gear Solid 4 are 90 minutes long! I definitely didn’t get enough sleep that night. But it was worth it.

Because I’m not an anonymous person. This is my default username for most of my public stuff, and it’s how friends and family find me online. I try to be genuine online; I don’t care to hide behind an anonymous profile.

I firmly believe in being a decent, respectable person toward everyone, even when I’m anonymous and don’t need to be. Every time I’ve created an anonymous account, it’s just ended up turning into my regular public profile, so why hide under a different username?

The profile pic just helps me stand out a bit more for others who know me here, and friends/family trying to find me. I regularly write video game reviews to post to [email protected], so it helps me to be more recognized in the wild. My profile pic is my semi-anonymous profile pic that I use on other platforms when I don’t want to broadcast my face to everyone.

Yes, but only because we had a spare TV and nowhere else to place it.

For years, my wife was adamantly against using the bedroom for anything except for sleep. She used to make a big deal about how a TV would just keep us in bed all day, watching shows and movies instead of getting up and being productive.

The thing is, we spent most of our free time just sitting on the couch, watching TV shows and movies. And when my wife went to bed, she’d pull out her phone and spend hours watching online videos or playing games before she would sleep. So it’s not like a bedroom TV would be much different.

When we ended up with an extra TV and no space to put it in any other rooms, I placed it on the dresser near the foot of our bed. When my wife balked, I reminded her how we already spend hours in bed staring at screens; we might as well make progress on our backlog of TV shows instead of wasting our evenings with idle games or random videos.

Besides, our bed is one of those adjustable beds where you can raise the head and/or foot of the bed to whatever height you want. So we can literally prop ourselves up in bed and relax from a comfortable viewing angle while watching shows.

Despite all this, we rarely use that TV. We much prefer the larger one in our living room. But every now and then, when my wife is having a bad day and refusing to get out of bed, I’ll grab a bunch of snacks and drinks, join her in bed, and turn on that TV.

You only get better through failure. Drawing and art is a skill that you develop over time like training a muscle.

I’ve been given this advice my whole life and I’ve always hated it because it’s never worked for me.

I used to love drawing as a kid. I was always sketching things. I got a lot of praise for my artwork and was told that I was highly skilled for my age.

The problem was, I mostly just copied other works of art. I wasn’t very good at drawing something unique. And even with decades of practice, my skill never improved. I never figured out how to draw unique styles, shading, or details. Despite my “skill,” I eventually gave up drawing altogether.

As an older man looking back, I realize now that I was focused on technical details I could actually see and I could never recreate them from a mental image. I never had an artist’s mind. I was just really good at copying exact details from other art. I could’ve even draw based on a photo, because I didn’t know what details to include and what to exclude; there was too much information in a photograph and my brain couldn’t parse it all.

To this day, I can mimic other works of art very well, but I can’t create unique works, and no amount of practice will fix that. I’m just not artistically inclined. I can’t visualize a scene well enough to create it from scratch.

My technique is to not be interested in the person. Not like ignoring them or being mean or anything. But… when I like someone, I get all shy and awkward around them and I tend to screw up any attempt at socializing.

If I’m not romantically interested in them, I can be myself, which I’ve been told is naturally very funny and flirtatious.

Every person I’ve ever dated was a friend long before I started a relationship with them, because I took the time to know them and eventually developed mutual feelings for them. By the time I was asked out, I already had deep respect for them and felt comfortable being myself around them, so dating was just the next step in our relationship.

And yes, I’ve always been the one asked out. I asked out a girl once, and instead of just saying no, she made a public spectacle about how creepy I was and how she would never date me. I was extremely shy back then and my failed attempts to approach her apparently came off as me creeping on her, so by the time I actually worked up the courage to talk to her, she gave me a traumatizingly public “hell no.” I never asked anyone else out again after that. I’ve dated close to a dozen people in my life and every single one of them asked me out.

In the first grade, I was bullied by a popular kid in my school.

Back in those days (early '90s), the cool thing was to have pencil grips. Kids loved to show off an assortment of colors and styles of them. This bully of mine happened to have a single pencil, covered from tip to eraser with pencil grips, which was his prize possession. He was always showing it off to everyone. It was rumored he’d been stealing them off other kids, but no one could definitively prove it.

When he wasn’t looking one day, I snatched his favorite pencil with all the pencil grips. It was justice for all the times he picked on me in grade school. I enjoyed watching him frantically turn his backpack inside out, trying to find it.

I didn’t get to keep it for long, though. A week later, one of the stricter teachers found it in my backpack and told me I had too many pencil grips for a single pencil, so she confiscated it. I didn’t know any better at the time, or else I would’ve complained about her stealing my property. But it was already stolen, so I didn’t really care to fight it.

That was the first and last time I stole something. I actually agonized over it for a long time afterward. I was relieved when the teacher stole it from me because it was finally out of my hands and I didn’t have to worry about it anymore. I never stole anything else again; the anxiety of holding onto stolen goods etched itself deep into my psyche.

Also calling out my sister: When I was maybe 6 or so, my mother found a stash of candy in a cabinet of our kitchen; mostly Lifesavers. She asked me where it came from and I just shrugged. She then asked my sister, who was 2 years younger than me, and my sis immediately broke down crying. Turns out, every time my mother went to the gas station, my little sis would grab a couple rolls of Lifesavers and pocket them. She thought my parents would never look in the messy cabinets of our kitchen.

I’m pretty sure she never stole again after getting caught. She was a wreck for a while afterward and almost terrified of candy when offered.

Initial D!

Also, that technique has no real-world application. The father told him to try and make the water spin in the cup instead of splashing back and forth. But that’s not possible just from driving a vehicle, no matter how you drift corners.

I lived in Japan back when that anime TV show was releasing, and I can tell you, it’s pure fantasy. Although it’s much closer to real Japanese street racing than that awful Tokyo Drift film. That film was basically American street racing with Japanese actors. Actual Japanese street racers are science, math, and physics nerds, pushing the boundaries of their cars for the fun of it. Not hardened gangsters or Yakuza wannabes, decking their cars out with neon lights and massive spoilers and body kits. Hollywood invented their own concept of drift racing for that film.