Back during the late 90s era of internet, I got into a MASSIVE amount of troyble over a finger slip in a high school computer lab.

We were all assigned an African country to write an essay about. We had to only use internet cited sources.

I was assigned a country with the Namba people. Somehow I fat-fingered an “L” in there in the worst places. (Between the ‘b’ and the ‘a’ - don’t google it)

It triggered my school’s search filter. Altavista got involved. It was a nightmare.

The police got in contact with my parents, thinking I was being groomed and in danger of kidnapping.

It sucked.

I still often think about “Flowers for Algernon.”

Didn’t Kathy Griffin pretty much do the same thing only with many more times the consequences?

I prefer it to real spam. Way less greasy with more flavors

Dear hackers,

I want to know how to hack. I will pay you. I am the best hacker.

Thank you, Xx_hackerman_xX

PS: What is hacking?

The rules for magic and the rules of existence in most fictional universes are significantly more defined (and, arguably, more solid) than the rules for science and existence in this world.

Even the brush off of “Its magic. I don’t have to explain it,” at least indicates that SOMEONE understands the effect and its relative existence.

If you find 5 people who say that they fully understand a single branch of science then I’d bet all of my money in my pocket that you found them in a padded recovery room sans shoe laces.

In those situations, that is the best class sizes for electricity tomfoolery, sprinkled heavily with bravely, and a side of youth assumed immortality.

It is also a good class size to swiftly move bodies, of things get too bad.

I had a similar sized class when I apprenticed as an electrical worker via “future farmers if America” funding.

I learned so many good ways to fix things correctly, and three times that number in “bad” ways to fix things.

Guerrilla learning method with pratical daily needed subjects is SORELY missed now-a-days.

I made one of these when I was young, poor, homeless, and imminently dying due to being swiftly being frozen to death (with bone tumors coming in second place in the death race). I was able to get an abandoned metal shead with a small heater working quickly in a sudden ice storm using on hand parts and a pirated “outside” power line.

Outside of a significant situation like that… it’s not a good idea

Meanwhile, the “slippery slope” logical fallacy falls over, down a hill, and dies.

Then starts spinning, creating a perfectly cylindrical hole, and catches fire due to friction, and self cremating.

Its hard to be a lazy cult.

Can the current president hunt the former president for sport now?

That is literally all of my debt left, so yay!

We may not have seen his encounter with the “future Federation” reminding him of the “temporal prime directive”

That said, can you remember your work mates from half of a life ago?

Human memory is good, but a life of adventure and an over abundance of scotch can give one “Swiss cheese memory” ala quantum leap

I’m looking forward to “Hades II” and “The Coffin of Andy and Leyley”

The first Hades is another one of those games that I have thousands of hours in right now. That includes Tarraria, Minecraft, Fallout series, and soon to be Baldur’s Gate 3… Knowing SuperGiant games, Hades II will be added to the list likely. Steam

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is a sort of psychological horror ‘comedy’ game that caught some popularity lately. Enough so that the original game just became an episode 1 of four. For sure worth the check-out if you love story rich shorter games. Steam / Itch

Thank you very much. This is something that I really needed to hear.

I feel like I’m walking through a fog, having to do the same things I did dealing with death stuff that I had to do for my grandmother not but 3 months ago.

I will for sure do that sort of meditation and I will see if it works. I’m sure it will as it seems like a good way to hack a memory…

Thank you so much for taking the time that you did to write that out for me.

Thank you very much for the information

The thing that got me so confused over it was that it was stuffed under the bed. When my grandmother passed in Feb, they took all their trash with them.

I’m not going to put significant moral blame on the paramedics, but I wish they would have left the trash out for me at least to see.

Having to reach under the bed to see what was under there and getting my had covered in blood and other fluids seriously about made me vomit in shock alone.

I appreciate that they tried to save my father’s life which is why I’m only mildly upset. I’m not wanting to “karen” them as I’m sure it was a mistake, and a weird one at that.