DoghouseCharlie [he/him, comrade/them] @ DoghouseCharlie @hexbear.net

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I just found out that using dark mode is actually bougeois decedance.

Having to keep using the "desktop site" setting on mobile Firefox so that every website can just work without needing an app.

Do Egyptian people think ancient Egypt was as cool as Americans do or is it just kinda blasé when you get to see a pyramid every day?

If you aren't skipping meals you're basically supporting Putler.

None of the Putin lovers on Hexbear will believe me but this disdain for all things sexy will be a detriment to socialism. Sorry, tankies, but if your revolution doesn't let me be as horny as I want then don't call me your "comrade". 🙄🤬🍆💦

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I almost exclusively use the cat face emojis

If they're not available until February of next year then a lot of the models and textures could be changed or updated by then. Not entirely related but I couldn't stand the newer Tomb Raider games. I could only play for 15 minutes at a time before I got bored. Reminded me a lot of Max Payne 3 where it just dragged on and on and on, just the same repetitive shootouts in a way I never felt with the first two Max Payne games. Couldn't even care about the story because as soon as I'd be surprised that a character double crossed me it'd turn out they actually triple double crossed me, and oh now they're dead so who cares. Who was that guy again? Oh well, on to the next set piece. I swear there was a whole Era of AAA games that were boring as fuck.

The worst I've done is maybe working at a bakery/factory and thinking I was contributing to the malnourishment and diabetes of America. I've mostly just worked fast food and retail so you tend to hate and resent every customer and don't really care if you're feeding them slop or ripping them off. I'm actually working at the most morally good place I ever have now. That's not saying too much but it's a second hand store where a lot of our money goes to housing and getting social workers and at home nurses for people with disabilities. And while we employ some people with disabilities like Goodwill we actually pay them like anyone else. I mean, no one is paid what they're worth anywhere but some of the people with disabilities here are getting paid more than me because they've been here longer. Could definitely be worse, so I'm happy to have this job.

Goils

It feels so dehumanizing just to apply for job. You're a piece of meat and you have to market yourself.

My bidet is really nice tho

I know my opinions are bad and unpopular and I want to still express them but I'm too pusillanimous to take any kind of criticism so I'm going to preempt it by yelling "satire" and if you agree with the points I made which reflect my actual beliefs, cool, but if not then I was only joking and you didn't get the joke and the joke went over your head.

Bill Maher the Hexbear Guy

My first job as a teen was dreadful. I'm socially anxious and was incredibly awkward when I was younger, but I was always polite and patient with people. The real problem was my parents. They made me get a job, which you'd think is pretty normal for a teen, learn the value of money and all, but my step-siblings didn't have to work and got new computers and cars from their other parents, so here I was with no car, expected to get to work and back everyday. I had to go to school, get dropped off from the bus at the church, cross two roads, and go to the other end of a stripmall to the dollar store I worked at. Then I'd work until dark and have to wait in the parking lot for them to pick me up because while they wanted me to have the job, they didn't want to help me get a car, so they'd consistently come an hour late, pretend like they forgot, and act annoyed that they had to go out of their way to drive me home. And I didn't have a phone to call and was too anxious to ask to use a phone. So then I'd come home and do all the chores in the house while my step-siblings just did whatever I guess. I was literally the red headed stepchild trope but without the red hair. And the real kicker was, I never saw a dime of the money I made working. My stepmom took the card I got paid on and I never got any of it. One day she accused me of getting a new card to access the money because she had somehow lost track of a few hundred dollars. My money that she lost, I don't know how you even manage that, it's on the damn card, you should be able to track where the money goes. Not that I would have seen it anyway. Eventually dealing with my stepmom had me so sick with anxiety and depression everyday I started messing up change and stuff and got fired.

Another time when I was older and not living with those people, I had a nightshift at a walmart where I'd get home, go to sleep, and be so worn out I'd only wake up just in time to go to work again. It was so bad that once they fired me for calling out too much I literally cheered in my car. I wasn't sure how I'd pay for food or rent but I was just so happy not to have to work there any more.

Then there was a fast food place I worked, Sonic I think. ::: spoiler self harm I got to a point where I just couldn't take working these shitty jobs that didn't pay enough to afford living. I took an entire bottle of sleeping pills with the intent to kill myself. I'm gonna get real graphic, but you imagine sleeping pills and you think "aww, just drifting off peacefully in your sleep, how romantic". Nah. Your body isn't stupid, it knows when it's been poisoned and it doesn't want to die even if you do. I didn't know projectile vomiting was a real thing, but it came out like that scene in the Exorcist. I passed out in a literal puddle of vomit, woke up not dead, and then... I just went back to work. What was I gonna do? My entire body felt like how your limbs do when they've fallen asleep and are waking up, that prickly feeling but all over, for about three days after that. :::

Then there was the bakery where we were literally working 12 hour days 7 days a week, and I had a 40 minute commute living in a disgusting, moldy, rat infested trailer with my mom and her husband and getting giardia or some shit. When I saved up from the bakery I got my own place, but I couldn't take working that much for long.

Then I worked at a Food City where I didn't get paid enough to afford the food I was stocking. I was literally having to live off of 10 dollars a week for food.

I was actually at my wits end again a year or more ago when I lost my car and was coasting on Covid rent relief to not be homeless. Luckily, there was a place within walking distance where I work now. I don't have to work too much, I don't have to interact with too many people, I get to dick around a lot and my boss is pretty cool as far as bosses go. So who the fuck knows where I'd be now if not for pure dumb luck. I'm pathetically allergic to work and I know full well there's no assistance for people here, so I don't know what I'd do if this job stops working out for me.

It's always a

I feel like I'm pretty good at getting a vibe that someone is shitty, but I can never pinpoint why so I don't say anything since I wouldn't want to baseless accuse someone and no one would take it seriously anyway, but I'm right a lot of the time. Then again I've interacted with people I thought were very cool because they'd posture themselves as woke and lefty but then laugh about getting someone arrested for shoplifting or they have a nazi uniform "fetish".

It's absurd that I can't run it at a decent frame rate even at lowest possible settings. I have a 3070ti and "only" an i7-9700k. I'll pirate it again when I upgrade my CPU to an i9 series I guess.