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I can tell if you're Catholic or Protestant by the way you pronounce the letter H.
Your kid's first musical instrument. It's counterproductive and false economy to buy them a piece of shit guitar or tuba or whatever it may be, in the belief that "if they like it and want to continue with it, I'll buy them a better one in the future". You might well turn the kid off the instrument for life if their instrument is harder to play/maintain and worse to listen to than it ought to be.
If you want your kid to be enriched by music and to be creative, buy them a decent mid-range instrument. Make it so that the kid can't wait to pick it up, don't make those crucial early days of learning the instrument feel like eating watery gruel for months with an expectation of pizza at some point down the line. A shitty instrument will be an additional barrier the kid will need to deal with every time they use it. Get out of their way, buy them something serviceable. If they lose interest regardless, well at least you know they had a fair shot at it and it wasn't the crappiness of the instrument that caused them to abandon it. And you can always sell or donate the instrument if they really don't give a shit about it.
The best instrument you can reasonably afford is significantly more likely to hook your kid than a £50 piece of junk would. It doesn't need to be fancy, it just needs to be well-made, pleasant to play, and easy to tune/maintain/clean/whatever the case may be.
I can't help but pronounce it like a Slavic surname.
The use of apostrophe's to denote plural's need's to stop. I will dispatch a syphilitic spidermonkey to fuck your face in your sleep if you do that shit when talking to me.
Lose the 'infinite growth' promise to shareholders (in fact, lose the whole shareholder thing entirely). That's the root of all evil right there. It's the cause of all woes suffered by gamers, devs and even the very sociopathic CEOs who think Epic exclusivity is a sound financial strategy. We all suffer for it, and all to benefit shareholders who, in 2024, still believe the lie that next year's profits will exceed this year's. It's delusional, and even if it weren't, it would quite literally be cancerous. Cancer is just a board of shareholders in a biological system.
Is it supposed to? I mean, a Jaguar doesn't look like a jaguar either 🤔 But if they market it as being designed around a nautilus' shape, then yeah it sucks haha
It's depressing that bleating "free speech" has become a shibboleth, betraying the speaker's tedious far right contrarianism and a wish to express it without consequence. Racists, Nazis, x-phobes, bigots of all stripes; these are your target audience when your primary objective for your platform is supposedly "free speech", especially when it's in opposition to the censorship of your users' bigotry on other platforms. I wish it weren't so, but it fucking is, 100% of the time.
It's like on reddit, when you discover a splinter sub called r/FunSubReborn or something, where they post the same content as r/FunSub, but in this "reborn" sub you can also be an unmitigated cunt in the comments and make racist or phobic remarks without getting banned.
Tedious, tiresome, clueless wankers.
Blowing off steam.
Lovely, warm, childhood trauma steam.
I was denied a mathematics education, for real. I can't even do long division, nevermind that squiggly F shit. I thought that stuff was only for astrophysicists.
I want to learn basic maths, but I'm in a 'learned helplessness' mindset where I can't even get through basic sums and equations intended for children (I'm old as fuck now).
I was diagnosed with autism a few years back, which kinda made no sense. I would have expected rainman powers, but numbers just don't jive with my cunt of a brain. Maths is as inscrutable to me as people's faces or social cues.
I wish Linux weren't completely fucking impenetrable for casual users.
We grew up watching those dudes get butchered in increasingly-grotesque ways by a diverse conglomeration of psychotic murderers and animals, both natural and supernatural.
I'm good with my plain black t-shirt that's long enough to serve as a dress because I'm fat and need uberlength shirts to make it over the curvature of my Moo Deng pregnancy and still have enough fabric left over to not leave me looking like I'm wearing a cummerbund made from pale hairy human skin.
Fat guy dress > being split vertically, starting at the willy, by an industrial saw because I unknowingly spent a summer afternoon in a swimming hole that once hosted a cruel gang of teenagers who pretended to befriend a lonely man with a deformity and subsequently caused him to drown in it by shoving him off the rocks into the water even though they knew he couldn't swim.