Rob T Firefly

This was Second Life around 20 years ago.

I set that logo as one of the startup movies on my Steam Deck, because I am old and easily amused.

The Special Edition version of Sy Snootles.

“Jedi Rocks” rocks.

16 million of those hours were the bear-shagging scene.

Nixie tubes were replaced by the multi-segment LED displays for numbers for many of those use cases where the numerals needed to glow. Think the last four decades of clock radios, TV channel number displays after mechanical channel knobs but before they removed the bezel stuff and put it all on the screen itself, etc.

If you know of any specific YouTube videos that use the music you are thinking of, it might be named in that chunk of the video description which automatically identifies music used in the video. Or, failing that, you can ask the video creator.

I haven’t used a Matrix server since my short, but regrettable, stint as Lord President of Gallifrey.

You might be able to get their name from the accident’s police report.

Strange things were afoot.

I’ve eaten at Popeyes Chicken restaurants three times in my life, each time at a different location, and all three of those meals gave me food poisoning.

I won’t be going back to Popeyes a fourth time, because I can take a hint.

*Blyat-jack.

That’s great news, thank you! It’s something I’ve been asking for since I first began using Lemmy, but there didn’t seem to be interest in implementing it. I’m very glad to see that it’s been reconsidered.

I want to be able to put alt text on an image post upload. Accessibility is cool.

It’s an Ethernet port. For some reason Apple decided <···> is the glyph to use for that.

If you hate everyone, have a snack. If everyone hates you, have a nap.

In the beginning of 12 Angry Men everything is shot from above eye-level with wide-angle lenses, giving everything the feel of more space, but as the film progresses it transitions to tighter shots with telephoto lenses from lower angles. The film gives the viewer more and more of a subconscious sense of tension and claustrophobia as the story progresses.

At least one stage adaptation of the story gave a similar effect over the course of the show by slowly tightening the lighting and having the walls of the set physically move inward, too slow for the audience to take notice but enough to subtly affect the entire atmosphere and really drive that feeling home.

Just flush its cache regularly.

I’m pretty sure that’s the telephone number of a flat in Islington where I once went to a party…

I’ve a few fun stories.

I spent some years around the turn of the century running a video arcade in a shopping mall. (Kids, ask your parents what both of those were.) Kids regularly got themselves kicked out for violence, whether toward the machines (sometimes hard enough to chip paintwork) or against each other (always fun when a round of Street Fighter results in a round of Regular Fighter.) I once banned a kid who had stolen a roll of prize tickets behind my back while I was reloading a machine’s ticket supply, and very intelligently tried to come back the next day to buy prizes with the still-intact unused roll. I once got a family banned from the entire mall because they decided to leave a scared toddler - maybe five years old, no ability to play the games or money to spend on them, and no discernible ability to communicate in English - alone in the arcade - a dark, crowded, and noisy place with its own open door leading directly to the parking lot - while they went off to do their shopping in the rest of the mall. The kid was turned over to mall security who got the cops involved.

More recently I worked for some years in a 3D-print-to-order factory which I’ll call “Shapeways,” for that was its name. Custom tabletop RPG dice sets were popular items; considerably more expensive than getting a standard set from the local hobby shop, but available in all sorts of bespoke designs in cool materials. One customer was apparently so dissatisfied with their dice order that they not only sent a bunch of Chaotic Evil emails and phone calls about it, but included direct threats to go down to the factory personally to teach us some sort of lesson. This resulted in their account being shut down, authorities getting involved, and the factory hiring an armed security guard for a few months over a set of dice which could simply have been reprinted or refunded. (Shapeways has since shut down, but as far as I know it was not over unsatisfactorily-printed dice.)

There’s definitely something extra sad about the idea of a guy who’s too much of a drug doer to be allowed in the shop specifically for drug doers.