Melllvar

My Yahoo email address is 27 years old.

Man it sure is crackers to slip a rozzer the dropsy in snide.

It’s pretty much as clean going into the pipe as it is coming out. Water pipes are kept pressurized so that any cracks or breaks push water out instead of letting contaminants in.

My mom’s early 90’s minivan. I think it was a Voyager.

When in doubt, shut up.

The problem is that an AI built to maximize paperclips might conclude that converting the planet to paperclips is an acceptable cost of maximizing paperclip production. It might understand why humans think it’s bad to convert the planet, but disagree. It would need to be explicitly programmed to prioritize human life over paperclips.

otherwise we would just switch it off

If it were super-intelligent, it could probably trick us into leaving it turned on.

A paperclip maximizer driven by self-preservation? What could possiblie go wrong?

Halley is the one who predicted its return mathematically. I’d say that’s more significant than seeing it twice in one lifetime and supposing that it’s the same comet.

Sorry, I lost the world’s smallest violin. This is the best I can do: 🖕

No, it’s “re” like the subject of an email. “Re: diculous”

The problem is that you’re using Windows 95.

Nice try, Javert.

Are there examples of censorship or prior restraint you’d like to highlight?

252.6 hours played, last played October 2024.

It’s enjoyable, but I’ve never been really engaged with it. There’s no progression, I don’t feel like my character, equipment, or ships are getting better even though I’m upgrading things. No planet is special, even though they’re all unique.

I think it would be better if you started out in a “settled” region with interesting factions, hand-designed planets, optional quest lines, etc. The infinite procedurally generated stuff would come into play if you push beyond the edges of known space.

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Hard to think of anything more useless than a bitcoin “mine”.

You have died from dysentery.

Yes. My mom called it “hugging hands”. I don’t remember when we stopped doing it, but it was probably when I was around 6 or 7 years old.

Also, the census doesn’t only count citizens.

A reflection in the glass of the window.