Might just be me but I kinda like how organic maps and quillpad look design-wise. Im a sucker for that material look (think thats whats it called afaik)
I read every Star Wars novel there was in the mid 90s. I don’t regret it. It’s cheap sci fi, in a framework of an established universe. There are some cool stories.
Unfortunately, the stuff I read now isn’t canon (I think?). I read Timothy Zahn’s and Kevin J Anderson’s series, that took place 5 and 7(12?) years after Endor.
The Adventures of Han Solo is dope as fuck, and I still use the dogfighting strategy I learned in that book when I play anything with dogfighting. Same with The Adventures of Lando Calrissian, though it gets a little funkier with the sci fi elements. There’s a whole thing with teleporting space whales talking about pooping in battle.
Tales from Jabba’s Palace, Tales from the Mos Eisley Cantina, those are fun because they give every character in the background a backstory. All the stories intersect then go their separate ways at the moments appearing in Episodes 4 and 6. Like you learn the happy puppy love between the rancor and the guy in the hood, and it makes it sadder when you see him cry.
This is me. The Heir to the Empire trilogy is one of my favorite book series. I read every bit of the old EU I could get my hands on in the 90s. Quality definitely varies across different books and authors, but I think that era of content is worthwhile if you’re a Star Wars fan.
Usually something like, “This too shall pass” or “The only constant is change.” Reminding myself of the impermanence of every situation makes present difficulties bearable.
What also helps me is the prospect of emerging on the other side of the situation as someone with more experience, more self-understanding, and greater resilience. Those traits are high on my list of personal values.
As in, pain is literally dampened by dopamine, and dopamine comes when you move, so it hurts less when you move.
Like I’ve encountered some serious monsters in this life, that came as a result of procrastination. I’ve experienced hunger, violence, and disease that all came my way because I froze with fear and uncertainty.
As Confucius says: “It does not matter how slow you go, so long as you do not stop.”
It’s so hard to believe, but I remind myself that there is an almost magical barrier in front of me. It’s like an Indians Jones illusion. It looks like hell in front of me. But if I step into it willingly, it becomes heaven.
Like a door, and through the door is your living room, but you know when you step through it you’ll be in Narnia or something. A magical/hologram projecting doorway, that looks like it leads to Place A but actually leads to Place B, is the best analogy for my mind.
The reality I’m pointing at with the analogy is that leaning into it is the only way to make the pain stop. Because if you run from it, it chases you.
I was lucky to learn this in some long meditation retreats. It’s always about day 3 or 4 that I realize the only way I’m going to stay sane is if I actually meditate. And even though it’s sitting still literally, it’s the willing engagement with the thing I’m trying to avoid that makes it bearable. “The wisdom of no escape” is what Pema Chodron calls that, I think.
Somebody else once called it “Leap like a tiger while sitting”. That tiger’s predator face and posture is about as raw an expression of dopamine as could ever exist. And you get that dopamine rush, that cessation of the suffering, that only go straight ten thousand years try try try direction, when you stop trying to distract yourself with thoughts and accept that you’re there in the meditation hall and nothing is going to happen to relieve you of that.
It isn’t pretty, but it is beautiful: If you stop and cower, everything gets worse.
I know a lot of you don’t like hearing from the bible, but one line always comes to me: “This is the day that the Lord has made”.
I don’t know exactly what this means, but it gives me a sort of FOMO that gets me moving. Like, this day is some seriously interesting and deep shit if I want to get into it.
Sort of like if a friend offers me some wine to taste and Im like “nah I don’t feel like tasting wine right now” and he’s like “This is one of three bottles made by the master vintner Jacque Le’Somnamelier and it’s $50k a bottle and won awards in fifteen countries in blind taste tests”.
It’s like “doesn’t matter if you aren’t in the mood; you don’t want to miss this”.
Sometimes I’m googling a tech issue and the only useful results are Reddit. I don’t abstain on such an occasion, I need my answers and I’ve never seen a Lemmy post show up in the results.
The other main situation is here on lemmy I’ll click a link based on the title without paying much attention only to discover it’s taken to content on reddit which is a weird phenomena that I kinda hope fades with time.
Its really unhealthy but it’s an intrusive thought. I just imagine like supporting my full weight by hooks on my veins. Like, just somehow holding my full weight by the veins in my arms specifically. Then I’m like, fuck. It could be so much worse than it is now. Its been a reoccurring thought for years in the harder times. Now it kinda makes me feel better in a way.
I never got far in it, but I didn’t see anyone mention Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines. It’s fun to explore a world where everyone has noticeable neck seams.
For a brief moment in time search engines were perfected. Then they veered off course. All of them did. Why though.
Remember when you could list vaguely some words related an obscure movie to Google. Then it would tell you the movie you’re thinking of. That’s been nerfed.
Tangentially related. What’s the deal with search engines of online stores. It’s like they aren’t even search engines at all. They’re doing nothing more than showing me products/sellers they want me to buy from. Digikey lets you drill down to precise specification filters. I wish all search engines could be like that.
Actually the vague movie description thing was due to imdb’s movie tags that users had set on the movie and search engine was doing the simples things it could i.e. “all this one word links point to this movie, perhaps it is this?”
World of warcraft. Still true. I only played up through Crusade even. But it ate literally dozens of days of my life. I wouldn’t say I regret that, as it was a learning experience for me. But I would definitely not have played wow if I could go back.
I had over 300 days logged on my main, vanilla through cata.
For me, and I think most people with an obscene amount of time logged - we weren’t there for the game, we were there for the guild. It’s been years since I played, but I’m still in regular contact with some of those people - WAY more so than old friends from school and such.
Those folks were my digital family - I don’t regret those hours for a second.
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