I was hoping to find and share an image macro of Leela and Nibbler discussing the meaning of life, with Leela remarking, “So every religion is wrong!”

Unfortunately, all I could find is Leela/Nibbler porn. Lots and lots of it. Goddamn, humans. We should be lucky there’s no judgemental god watching us all.

It’s so wild how things have become today. When I got my first “grown-up” job in 2007, I had one interview. The first half was legit interview, while the second half was a tour of the workspace, where I was spoken to as if I was already hired. By the end, I was hired, and I stayed with that job for a few years.

I had just turned 18 and was still in my final year of high school. The application for the job was a packet of physical paperwork (no online applications.) I found it by walking around and looking for “Help wanted” signs in windows.

Goddamn, how things have radically changed. These days, I can’t find anything decent without relying on recruiters on Indeed reaching out to me. I have found jobs through searching myself, but they were shitty. Recruiters reaching out to me years ago started me on a career path I hadn’t originally searched for (but that I enjoy and have stuck with since then), and then found me again last year when I was looking for a better company to work for. It’s nice to be sought out, but I’d like more to be able to see all my options and have a choice in the matter. Oh, and it’d be real nice to not have to rely on a private third-party company to know who’s hiring in the first place.

But the work required to research multiple places on one’s own, put in applications and multiple rounds of interviews… it’s exhausting and prohibitive.

Looking back to how I got that first job, it feels like I squeezed through a rapidly-closing door. Hiring simply doesn’t work that way anymore.

The top left reminds me of Alzheimer’s, so I ruled that one out immediately. Spending enough time in a nursing home, seeing people who are perpetually confused… it’s terrifying. Their emotions take over as their rational mind deteriorates, leaving some people angry or depressed every waking moment (at least. That is, I wouldn’t be surprised if their dreams are horrifying too.) People rarely know what year it is, and start to panic because they realize they haven’t fed their baby in a while (which is technically true, as “their baby” is now 60 and fully capable of feeding themselves. But the Alzheimer’s patient doesn’t know that.) Those are the ones who can still talk. Not everyone is that lucky. Some stare at the wall catatonically for hours, or are so lost they don’t understand that the “toy” they found in their pocket is actually shit from their diaper. Disintegrated minds are a horror I wouldn’t want to wish on anyone.

Whether in the top left scenario or when suffering from Alzheimer’s, you’re an isolated, broken brain that can barely communicate with itself, let alone with others. Other people are around, but they aren’t going to fix you. The difference is, someone with Alzheimer’s eventually gets the release of death.

All of these scenarios suck, but I think the bottom left sounds the most potentially-enjoyable. If the worst thing happening is a “time dilation glitch” and I’m already conscious for eternity in each scenario, then does it really matter? Time would eventually be meaningless anyway. At least my mind would be intact and there’s no explicit pain (physical or emotional) involved.

If you need a job, it’s a job to have!

I just want to say, as someone who lives near such a bell, I’m grateful that they appear to observe “quiet hours” between 8pm and 8am. When I first moved in, I was worried it’d be dinging all night. Thank goodness that’s not the case.

I just have car alarms going off for no reason at 4am to worry about.

It’s wild to think that, “It’s a quarter to 8,” must be a mental exercise for some people. That is, instead of having an immediate understanding from being able to glance at an analog clock and think, “That’s clearly 1/4 of an hour,” it instead relies on a cognitive exercise that requires a knowledge of division and subtraction (60 divided by 4, then subtract the result from 60.)

Though I tend to think of time spatially, in part due to being raised with analog clocks. They’re much easier for me to read and understand at a glance without having to process much. Reading a digital clock requires converting it to analog in my mind, because the spatial appearance of the hands is what my brain makes sense of. I sometimes hear from people who can’t do that though, who instead have to convert the analog to digital in their minds. Which is fine, it just sounds much more “mathy” to me and like it takes more work than making sense of shapes. But to each their own.

I love this take because it’s the kind of thing only a handful of teenagers would ever think about, let alone understand, yet it speaks to an effect that underlies them all.

It’s the kind of thing I’d say and people would go, “You’re overthinking it.” No, no if anything, you’re underthinking it. Just because the idea doesn’t occur to someone else doesn’t mean it’s not a valid extension of the thought. So it is here, with a train of thought that deviates from expectation, but that leaves one pondering nonetheless.

Time is a funny thing. If current theory holds through, it means that a photon traveling at the speed of light experiences everything in the same instant. It makes looking up at ancient stars feel all the more incredible, thinking that the photon that hits your retina already “experienced” that moment when it was first emitted millions of years ago.

Ah, that makes more sense.

I generally avoid the downvote button, at least, I think so. I downvote AI slop (especially in communities that explicitly forbid it.) Though for comments I may put a train of downvotes for some troll that’s all over a thread.

I feel like there may be a misinterpretation here though. My ratio is more “upvote-oriented” than yours. Unless you mean aggressive with upvoting, which perhaps, I may be.

Ironically, insurance companies are shooting themselves in the foot by alienating people like you. If they had a reasonable cost option, healthy folks would be more likely to go, “Eh, it’s worth having the coverage just in case.” But when they make it this absurd, they’re limiting their customers to those more likely to depend on insurance, i.e. those most likely to file expensive claims and/or hit their deductible.

But hey, that’s the kind of thing that happens when you can’t see beyond short-term profits. Late stage capitalism at its finest.

Major depressive disorder here. Not sure if I’d be dead, but I’d absolutely be welcome to my own demise.

I curate my feed, blocking communities that don’t interest me. So yeah kinda.

100% real. When I worked at a store that had “loyalty accounts” and someone didn’t want to sign up, I’d (quietly) tell them to use (local area code) 687-5309 so they’d still get a discount. Every time I’ve tried it somewhere, an account already existed.

Hm, I’ve got an upvote/downvote post ratio of 315:1, and a comment ratio of about 14:1.

I guess I’m an optimist.

Anyone else notice his instance name? It all makes sense.

The pilot program, which starts on Jan. 1 and will run through Dec. 31, is being implemented in six states — New Jersey, Ohio, Oklahoma, Texas, Arizona and Washington.

Saved a click. The headline highlights New Jersey because the site is nj.com , but there are more states that will be subject to this crap than just NJ.

Thank you for your sacrifice. That must have been difficult to get through without chucking the book at the wall.

Oh snap, are you at the episode with Randy yet? (Season 3, episode 27) It ends in a cliffhanger to end off Season 3,

You’ll notice, in the start of Season 4, that Randy never returns. This is because Randy was played by Phil Hartman, who died only 8 days after the last episode of Season 3 aired on TV.

When I first watched the series, I was a kid and didn’t know why his character was abandoned. Learning about it later, and knowing what a key figure he had in animation (voicing characters on The Simpsons, and being the person that Futurama’s Zapp Brannigan was designed to be played by), watching that arc felt very different.

RIP Phil, you’re still missed.

Tbh I was tempted to put some death metal on and just blast it.

In the waiting room is the worst. I’m considering switching to a different doctor because of this. It’s a psych office, and some lady was blaring some religious podcast or something in the waiting room. I was trying to read and couldn’t concentrate. I asked if she had headphones, but was ignored. I brought it up to the receptionist and he shrugged. Even the psych that saw me was like, “Oh well, can’t do anything about it.” Uh, yeah you can. It’s your office, right? If you want a quiet, peaceful waiting room, you can totally enforce that.

People can listen to their own stuff if they want, but to subject everyone else to it is another matter. If hearing about Jesus or playing music makes you happy, great! Headphones are available cheap at the drug store down the street.