Gnomejon

Didn't change my bio for 5 years and everything changed. Whoops. Shit happens.

[ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕥 @giantfren]

The Necronomicobbler has returned

[Gnomejon @Gnomejon]

@TempusMalleo @Fat_Electrician Or states could stop requiring car insurance entirely and we'd see rates drop like a rock because it's not a forced market anymore

[Gnomejon @Gnomejon]

Look at this CHONKER! @KirscheVerstahl wasn't joking when she said it was life sized. I WAS NOT PREPARED. It's almost the size of my Basset Hound!

[owen cyclops @owenbroadcast]

over ten years ago i went to a place called ‘the museum of the moving image’ and did something i still think about.

i went there for no reason, but they happened to have a temporary exhibition about video games as art. this was a long time ago, so i understand that this topic now reads as cliche - but the museum had these little booths set up where you could play “artistic” - really, what we call “high concept”, but still quick and simple, games.

in one, you started out in a world, looking top down on a character. the motion was based on a grid, and you could move about 100 squares before you died: that was your lifespan. what you chose to do with this lifespan was up to you. you could only see a few squares in every direction.

part of that time had to be spent on figuring out what was around you, and then you had to decide to explore or hunker down or do something with a place or item, whatever you wanted, and you died after moving 100 times.

along the way, you had options. one was pairing up with someone: clearly, getting married. so the first time i played, i did that. now, your partner is standing next to you, on the adjacent square, and you’re moving as a unit. it was my first time playing, so i didn’t realize this - but that meant i couldn’t go certain places. i could see these long thin one square-width corridors, but i was now “two people”, i had a partner literally next to me, so i couldn’t go in them. we didn’t fit. wow, huge mistake. i had locked myself out of part of the game.

the next time i played, i didn’t pair up with someone. now, i could explore those long corridors. but, really, there was nothing there. i mean, there were some various oddities, maybe one or two had an item, but i wasn’t worth it. they weren’t that different from the other places. previously, i felt stupid that i locked myself out of these paths. now, i just felt like i was wasting time going up and down them, looking for… what? i wasn’t even sure really.

i only get 100 steps, this long thin alley is ten squares long, im just burning steps here poking around.

that switch, from: i did something stupid by locking myself out of these places (by pairing up with someone), to: well, there’s nothing really that great here anyway - is something i’ve thought about all the time for over ten years, especially when discourse about relationships, dating, and marriage come up.

i can see the perspective of the people who only occupy “one square”: they can go anywhere, they feel like they have access to more of the game - and, in a way, they literally do. i can also see the perspective of the people paired up, and taking up “two squares” - as i do now. there are some places i just can’t go, and some parts of the game i can no longer access.

but only the virtual recreation allows you to rapidly alternate back and forth. you don’t know what’s out there, so, once you notice that a decision you made results in a path - you’re already on that path. in the game, with the limited number of steps, and no rules or guidelines, it turns out the true value is just in committing to something and knowing you chose it.

[Gnomejon @Gnomejon]

@shoe0nhead Reading his thoughts process. He's just right. A privateer's life would be the best of all of the options and any other answer is wrong

[The Father @Sneegsnag]

Just when I thought I’d seen everything when it came to police bodycams…

[Gnomejon @Gnomejon]

@FenixAmmunition @Grxit She needs to recuse herself from the bench. She's not fit for service. If you can allow yourself to be intimidated you cannot handle a role as any judge, let alone a top judge of the nation

[Silly Little Guy @Czar_Of_Silly]

RAHHHHH WE WILL TEACH YOU WHO INVENTED SOCCER USA USA USA 🇺🇸🇺🇸

[Gnomejon @Gnomejon]

@jellyhoshiumi @Lara_is_trying

[Kirsche 🥥 🧁 @KirscheVerstahl]

@robbystarbuck @elonmusk change would happen faster if people knew about BRIDGE
I knew Harley Davidson was not dropping DEI in September of 2024

not because I'm smarter than anyone else or have the gift of clairvoyance
just because I read what Harley and BRIDGE say they will do
https://t.co/li8q8xKzaJ

[Gnomejon @Gnomejon]

This is Alfie, my new family member, just adopted today!

[Matt Zorich @reprise_99]

If you want to age your sys admins 30 years overnight, remember that Active Directory is fully unicode compatible, so you can rename your laptop with emojis it its hostname, and it will reflect like that in AD

ping desktop-🤷‍♂️👍👌.mycompany.local

[Gnomejon @Gnomejon]

Got home from ACen today, picked up some awesome stuff.

[Kirsche 🥥 🧁 @KirscheVerstahl]

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[Stuttering Craig (Official) @StutteringCraig]

In 1990, my entire family did a little Q&A. One of the questions was about unfulfilled dreams

My dad’s answer:
“I hope to someday have national recognition of my artistic ability.”
He’s closing in on 80 and I want to help make that happen

His work is incredible. The kind of talent that deserves to be seen far beyond just family and friends. So I’m asking for a small favor: take a look at his art, and if it resonates with you, share it

Help me give him the recognition he’s deserved for decades

[The General @1776General_]

Data shows US college seniors in computer science outperform their foreign counterparts by almost a standard deviation.

Chinese and Indian college seniors rank as the weakest performers.

[Gnomejon @Gnomejon]

@thechosenberg Is it love if she puts appearances over his ability to relax after a stressful job?

[Gnomejon @Gnomejon]

@SideScrollerPod Alright, I get to try and survive with @KirscheVerstahl, my oshi! Oh no, I have to try to survive with Kirsche, my oshi... Well. I can probably use her as bait

[🇯🇵星空音夢🇯🇵🧀Cheese police 👮 @hoshizorarock]

アメリカの皆様

日本語の授業を始めます。

今日は日本のことわざです。

日本のことわざに【雨降って地固まる】と言うことわざがあります。

揉め事や悪い事態が起きた後、かえって前より物事が安定し、良い結果や基礎が築かれることを意味することわざです。トラブルを経験して強くなる関係や、困難を経て成長する状況などを表す、前向きな意味合いで使われます。

英語の表現:
•After a storm comes a calm.（嵐の後は凪）
•A broken bone is the stronger when it is well set.（折れた骨はうまく治れば強くなる）

日本とアメリカにも過去にトラブルがありましたがトラブルがあったからこそ強い絆で前向きに物事を考えていかなければなりません。

悪い過去は反省しなくてはいけませんが悪い過去に囚われてはいけません。

[John Ʌ Konrad V @johnkonrad]

This is why Americans are the deadliest fighters on earth.

I met a priest yesterday who just got accepted to chaplain school in Newport. I asked him the obvious question: Marines or Navy?

Navy, he said. His face fell a little. He told me he could never be a Marine because every Marine is a rifleman, and as a priest he can’t carry a weapon.

He’s hoping to get assigned to a Marine unit anyway. All chaplains are Navy officers, so that’s the only door in.

I laughed. I feel a little bad about that.

Then I explained to him what “Devil Doc” means. The Marine Corps doesn’t have medics. They use Navy Corpsmen.

I told him: when you get out to the fleet, find a Marine sergeant with a couple of Purple Hearts and tell him Devil Docs “aren’t real Marines.”

Be prepared to duck.

Marines are violently particular about who gets to wear their uniform. Navy Corpsmen and Navy chaplains who have eaten dirt alongside them in combat qualify. Full stop.

My dad was Air Force. Not even Navy. I remember going to VFW halls with him as a kid. Someone would ask him what service, he’d say Air Force, and the room would chuckle a little. Then they’d find out he was a medic, and the air in the room changed. Something close to reverence.

Dad hated being honored. He had one line he used to deflect it:

“I didn’t do much. Save your praise for my cousin the PJ.”

That always broke the ice.

PJs are the Air Force special operators who go into hell to pull downed pilots out.

They will take casualties and are prepared to die to rescue a single pilot or crewman.

The math doesn’t math out. Why would any combat force take multiple casualties to rescue one air force jet jockey?

What the padre is about to learn is that the military has a hierarchy that has nothing to do with rank, and nothing to do with the service stitched on your chest.

Have you deployed?

Have you seen combat?

In every firefight there are men who move toward the guns and men who hang back. And when the guy at the tip of the spear is pinned down, bleeding, with rounds cracking past his head, there is exactly one word he screams into the radio.

“Medic.”

Here is the catch, and it is the whole reason America fights the way America fights.

That Marine is willing to push forward into fire BECAUSE he knows the Corpsman is coming. He knows the medevac birds will land in the hot LZ.

He knows the Devil Doc will drag him out by his plate carrier if it comes to that.

And, if the medic can’t help, if he has what Dad called “injuries incompatible with life,” he knows that chaplain will crawl on his belly to administer last rights and deliver him to heaven.

The F-15 pilot punching out over enemy territory knows the same thing. He knows the PJs will move heaven and earth to reach him, and turn whatever is shooting at him into a smoking crater of hell on earth on the way in.

This is the quiet math underneath American violence.

Our warriors are the fiercest on earth not because they are more aggressive, not just because they are better trained, or better equipped, though they are all of those things. They are the fiercest because they know, in their bones, that when they key the mic and call for help, help is coming in hot.

Take that away, and you don’t have the U.S. military anymore. You have a security force.