Damn dude, seems like you’re still winning to me. Just having that support goes a long way, hope you can keep at the weight loss (progress is progress) and have more good mental health days than bad (the more you practice the easier it gets, even if it’s never easy).

I’m apparently both the shirtless guy (Gentoo) and the arch user. But I’m also the Kali user and Windows guy occasionally. It probably averages out.

And 30 years after LASIK, you’d be incredibly lucky if your eyes hadn’t gotten worse to the point you’d need glasses anyway.

The closer you look at identity, the less defined and distinct it appears. I’m either the entire river with its myriad sources and tributaries or I’m whatever sliver of water flowing in its path. It doesn’t much matter either way. I think the meaning of such a thing is more distributed across the minds capable of understanding it, as it is with language, a sort of gaussian distribution whose peak is the average understanding, which shifts depending on what part of the local extelligence you have access to.

Conversely, I am merely a model of my own behaviors, thoughts, goals, and dreams. The “me” I was twenty years ago is not the same “me” that exists now, at that point I didn’t exist, I wasn’t yet alive, but the thoughts, behaviors, and memories of that person helped grow into the person I am today. My memories of those times before are old and reconstructed, I don’t have the same memories entirely, I have memories of memories of memories, and who knows if the memories I have today will be the same in twenty years. When I die as an individual, the model of my self and my behaviors will be carried by the people I knew and was close to, and parts of me will still exist as the behaviors I had were picked up on, my views and ideas turned into memes carried into the people I relayed them to, the patterns that were “me” now part of everyone as they grow and change into new people themselves. I am not just genetic data, that was just the foundation of my existence, the soil in which I grew, but as I grew and reasoned and modeled myself from my surroundings, I also gave myself back to the connections I made. In that way I am either a continuation of all the humanity I was before and will eventually be as long as the ideas exist, or limited to the self I am in the present, and only for the brief part that I am actually present for.

Grandma’s memory isn’t safe for Rust.

That would take them recognizing her as a woman, which I hope they do but don’t think they will with their current base of support.

My one pair is perfectly molded to my feet at this point, they’re so comfortable.

I’m not the OP, and I don’t much care about money so long as I have enough to be relatively comfortable, but I also don’t really feel as if I understand the concept of dignity. Why is it meaningful?

It’s called a skeuomorph, and many times the camera symbol is one too, as most modern cameras don’t look like that.

Plus he regularly abuses stimulants and appears to be in the middle stages of Alzheimer’s: even if he lives another 10 years I doubt he’ll be in office long before he gets sectional 5’d by Vance.

Same. The vast majority of us are idiots.

What do you mean? The sun gets chased away every night, though I think that gets outsourced to Sköll, a wolf.

Maintaining continuity of consciousness is the only thing that would make me feel comfortable with converting myself to a machine intelligence.

From memes cant, this translates to “always has been,” though case and tense may vary.

Never dehumanize fascists or fascist-sympathizers (redundant but ok), it’s always important to remember that bad faith actors or their stooges are human and cannot be entirely eliminated from society, which is why people that fight for positive change have to set the rules such that bad faith actors’ actions are either quickly recognized and mitigated, or have society structured such that even those motivated solely by unempathetic selfishness can only achieve status by masking and contributing positively anyway.

Alternatively, as a form of scrotal elephantiasis, it could be a parasitic infection, swollen lymph nodes from either disease or medical procedures like radiotherapy, or more rarely a hernia that causes the intestines to drop into the scrotum.

ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔫𝔬𝔴. 𝔓𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱.

I call it asocial media, personally.

Isn’t post-quantum cryptography already a thing? Probably not implemented in anything meaningful yet, but still.