

You know what, fair, that’s my bad.


You know what, fair, that’s my bad.


Investment is nice… but what are they actually investing in? Flatpak kinda works already. What are they planning on spending 500k on?


Maybe they’ll choose to rename it themselves? Like, maybe Manitoba, CA? That’s got a nice ring to it!


I paid a premium for a Prusa.
Their documentation and assembly instructions were phenomenal, the build quality has been solid, and from day one I’ve been having good prints and haven’t yet had a print fail.
Maybe the other printers do that too these days, but I wanted a tool and not a project, at least in this case.
Beyond that I also just wanted to support a company with values I support, and have put a lot out into the world that other companies are piggy-backing off of. So yes, maybe another company can also put motors on a frame, but I felt like I was supporting something important when picking Prusa.
What the fuck is The Chronical Herald? That sounds like a spoof in a cartoon, like Townsville or something.
Ooh ooh, or crepuscular! Mostly just because I like the word…


Totally fair!


For sure, I think they did a very interesting thing with the game. This organization has a purpose and a daily function. You spend your whole time in a workplace of sorts. But you are not a worker, you’re not even an employee, and you as Jesse only show up after shit has hit the fan. They’re already in the emergency. She’s never been here before, and neither have we. And she doesn’t care how the company operates day-to-day, she doesn’t care how the lights are kept on or the heating functions, she’s showed up in an office that’s turned into a combat zone to do combat and rescue her brother.
And so I kinda like how we aren’t given rundowns on normal operations because this is not normal operation, and Jesse isn’t interested, and so we’re pushed through the emergency. But there are bits of environmental storytelling, and scraps of paper, and notes and tapes, that tell curius players “you know, on a normal day, this place is a different kind of weird. You’ve just shown up on an even weirder day”


Here’s what I’ll say if you’re anything like me: read the pickups. The little scraps of paper you find littered about the offices, the folders, the dossiers, etc. I don’t normally read that crap in most games, but in this game I noticed I started getting intrigued by a few after I’d been in playing for a while, and by the end of the game they were almost my favourite part. The kind of world outside the game’s plot, the mundane day-to-day existence of this organization when it’s not in a crisis, was very interesting to me.
So it might not be to you, people can be very different. But you could try giving reading a try and just see if the oddness hooks you like it did for me.


I thought that heatsink and fan was a spindle of CDs! I thought that was an interesting place to store them I hadn’t seen before…
Okay so what, you hate elephants? You think they’re ugly and gross? How could you? I thought you were better than this… smh… 😛
Okay, this could be a source of dysphoria, but hear me out. Elephant-themed bottoms with a trunk out the front.
Super cute, no unsightly bulge, maintains other lines, and it can flap around adorably. Win win win win.
I’ll accept a billion dollars and the First Annual Trans Ally of the Year Award. Thank you, thank you.
In this case the spec is published, so it wouldn’t be a lock-in or compatibility issue if the other vendors didn’t lock themselves out.
Security, I get, but when I’ve used it to flash esp32s before the user agent pops up a box asking me which device I want to give access to before the website sees anything, so it’s not transparent and it doesn’t give it access to everything on my system.
I use Firefox all the time, but keep a Chromium on my system basically for stuff like this occasionally, and also web calls because Firefox’s implementation of the audio API doesn’t let me change microphones in the webapp, it just exposes one mic, and I’ve had issues with that before, so I join all calls in Chromium.