I'm off to boycott... FUCK BETA
I'm off to boycott... FUCK BETA
To those still smoking and in the grips of marketing induced denial...
It really indicates how stupid the writer thinks everyone else is, that despite an endless barrage of information about the deleterious effects of smoking from family, friends, doctors, news programs, newspapers, magazines, sitcoms, movies, cartoons, graffiti, puppet shows, and government literature that somehow the little indirect marketing (tenuously through movies and TV) somehow overrides our ability to make an actual informed decision.
"Denial" is used as a weaselly way to undermine any volitional behaviour which a writer personally disagrees with, and is then used as a justification for maintaining their belief regardless of claims to the contrary.
Personally, I quit and am happy as hell that I did. That doesn't mean I was unaware of the effects, or romanticized smoking, or didn't enjoy it. I did enjoy it, and immediate gratification seemed a fair trade off for the inevitable future outcome. It was a personal/philosophical value decision, and it was no worse than the position I hold now, it's just not the position I happen to hold any more.
Lol, I logged in by accident with my gmail account, then with my slashdot account
LiVES supports it, so you could always use that instead.
The *orange* shag carpet. Right next to the purple velvet drapes and inscrutable chrome and avacado objects of indeterminate purpose.
See the book "Interior Desecrations" by James Lileks for the whole, horrific story.
From the articles about the Bizarro universe that seems to exist inside HR departments in the tech world, my not being very good at the whole people networking thing, and too many tales of rampant ageism, there has to be a better way to do this. Why is there not a better system for connecting employees to jobs other than happening to know someone somewhere?
I'm just keeping my head down and trying to retire as early as possible.
They have evolved 4D.
You just can't see them.
They can see you, though.
I feel that way all the time these days. I read the news, and I don't feel like I'm even the same species as anyone else anymore.
We much eliminate the patriarchal something rape culture of the something something semprini something check your privilege something ponies. Or something like that. It's hard to follow sometimes.
I think it boils down to staunchly fighting ageism, racism and sexism by hating old, white males.
Yeah, yeah... detect *this*, Kinect.
Those silly Americans and their prudish- wait, wat?
Ah, Slashdot, where molehills become mountains.
Literally in this case. Yosemite? El Capitan or Half Dome?
How about developing emotional maturity beyond the need to do violence over trivial bullshit, and the intellectual ability to grasp it's just a game and there's a billion other things to go do? The real pussies are the ones who get all worked up into a lather in the first place.
Well for one thing it denies them a highly-anticipated game. Or ruins it perhaps.
But it's ultimately just a game. I loved SimCity. When I heard the next one was online, I shrugged and moved on.
Would you feel impacted if they ruined the upcoming Hobbit films?
Would you feel impacted if they made the Super Bowl pay-per-view?
Would you feel impacted if Slashdot decided to cover celebrity gossip instead of nerd news?
You can choose not to participate in any of the above. Doesn't mean it won't ruin your day.
Then maybe people need wider tastes/interests, along with a sense of perspective and more emotional maturity, if these singular things can ruin their whole day.