Stalinwolf

Maybe it's high time to start fucking people like this up. Like, really fuck them up.

He's probably still alive and being tortured somewhere.

Would love to see the original video if anyone has a link to it.

I don't find it particularly funny, but I certainly enjoyed the vibe of the entire skit.

I've been paying $25 CAD to support five family accounts and prevent my daughter from seeing ads during her monitored viewing. If that price goes up 30-50%, I'm fucking done. This was an expense I was willing to incur, as YouTube is literally the only media platform my family even uses anymore. Better price than cable and multiple streaming platforms, and (again) I'm paying that for five active accounts.

If anyone knows of a way for me to adblock through my Roku TV so that we can continue watching YouTube on it without a Premium account, I'm all ears. The TV is the only reason I'm not just using uBlock to begin with. I'm really not into the idea of hooking a laptop up via HDMI if I can avoid it. Just feels like a sloppy user experience for anyone else in the household wanting to watch YouTube on TV.

For me it's less about my knowledge vs. theirs, and more about get the fuck away from me and stop trying to make a sale.

They're like horseflies circling around your head repeatedly, even though you've politely shooed them away multiple times. There is a furniture/appliance chain in Canada called The Brick that is hands-down the worst offender for pushy salesmen. I haven't gone into one in years because every time I do I wind up wanting to scream and hurl an ottoman through the front window.

I firmly believe this is one of the main reasons retail is dying. I'm willing to pay the markup for the convenience of buying a product and having it in-hand today, but when I enter a mall and there are vultures on every corner trying to make small-talk and casually direct me to today's hot deals, I want nothing to do with it.

Nearly every server is different, but the ones my friends/wife and I always did (10+ years ago) were like role-playing kingdom building maps. Server owner (usually me) would hold the title of King/Sovereign and appoint their friends to specific roles. I would oversee the general development and expansion of the kingdom, as well as decide and manage a system of ore-based currency (or would at least create the mint and appoint someone to running it). Afterward I would introduce and gradually roll out phases of a larger storyline for anyone who cares.

My left and right hand would build/manage the keeps/barracks/military structures, or the government buildings/libraries/cultural centers, etc. These would all be injected with their own lore and staffed by the person in charge of them. Everyone else would receive more minor roles, but typically be given monopolies in certain types of goods or commerce. Maybe Bob wants to be a trapper. Sure, anyone else can legally go and gather leathers and animal parts, but Bob is the only one permitted to sell those items in his shop in the city. Things like that just to try to keep it interesting. When Bob isn't trapping or trading or being involved with the kingdom, he's pretty much just playing Minecraft on his homestead.

The idea is to open it up to the public (via applications and careful vetting) and watch people run amock in the simulated medieval economy. We used to have a blast doing it. Especially with mods installed that added skill progression, abilities at milestones and other MMORPG-esque mechanics.

Normal people, however.. They just do what they do in single player but occasionally trade, work together, tackle bosses, and show each other their latest creations.

This reminds me of the early 00s, when being "lol so wandom" was cool. The worst one I can remember hearing was my cousin saying (completely out of the blue), "Yeah, and then like a car goes busting through the window and lands in a Hot Pocket..."

I had actually used DALL-E not long ago to try to generate what he was talking about.

I tried to get into it a number of times, and the three major things that always wear me down are, first and foremost:

The obscene lack of difficulty in overworld content (next to running completely gearless or taking on group content/bosses solo to create an artificial sense of risk or danger). Most enemies are so easy that you never need to maneuver or use your full array of combat abilities. You end up mashing the same two or three hot keys on every single enemy while your HP remains at 99%.

The weird choice of classes and themes that do not accurately reflect what The Elder Scrolls has always been about. Rather than building classes based on my preferred weapon class, skill sets (Sneak, Lockpick, etc.), and magic classes (Alteration, Restoration, etc.), I have to be locked into a holy javelin-chucking warrior of light, a lightning-slinging daedric sorcerer, a fire magic dragon warrior with wings and spikes growing from my back, or some other weirdly themed class that didn't need to be a core archetype in the Second Era. Like, fuck man.. Base classes could have easily been born under the Warrior, Mage, Thief, etc. and then built upon from there.

The absolute clusterfuck of major/DLC quests that start the moment you walk into town or pass an NPC. It feels like navigating a fever dream as a new player, and it's overwhelming. A thousand tangled threads and no room to breathe. Even the main quest no longer has level requirements at each stage, so the Prophet will bid you goodbye and immediately call out again the moment you leave the cave. It's an absolute mess.

I could go on, but these are the worst three.

HI, I'M KENNY ROGERS, AND THIS IZ THE PIRANHA BUCKET ON THE DOOR TRICK!

That's the Fart Monster 2k.

I faked trombone all the way through middle school. Adam, the kid next to me, knew how to play trombone and could read the music as well. What I did was create my own system of trombonal slide positions, numbered 1 through 6. Then I would watch where Adam moved his slide with each note played, and I would write the corresponding number from my system above each note on my paper.

I leached you like a vampire, Adam.