GarfieldYaoi [he/him]

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Cake day: January 26th, 2023

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  • Holy crap, Lois. Where do I even begin?

    • Microsoft on my desktop. Want to try out Linux but even boomers would make fun of my tech skills. That, and more games are on Windows.

    • Cars. Born in bumfuck nowhere, and cities with public transit are expensive as hell. If I ever get a better paying job, I’m selling that shit and moving anyways, because cars are also a huge money sink in and of themselves.

    • Google. I’ll give them props, it’s a good search engine even in its enshittified form, some of the ads I can deal with because if I am looking for a new t-shirt or something, then it would make perfect sense a Uniqlo ad would pop up. But its privacy that’s the problem, and I try to be as “normal” as possible in this KiwiFarmsified hellscape. In the panopticon, the winning strategy is to not be interesting.

    • My iphone (inb4 avocado toast Venezuela). It would be silly to trash this thing now by principle, but once when its unusable, I’m going for a Linux Pinephone.

    • YouTube. It’s a Monopoly and my broke ass doesn’t want to subscribe to curiosity stream. It’s like Texas though, while it’s mostly derivative cringe, there’s small pockets of gold that keep me there.

    • Linkedin. Pretentious garbage

    • Suburban life. Again, I am not a suburbanite by choice, decent paying jobs are tight and it’s even harder to find an apartment in a state I know I probably won’t be killed in AND I can afford.

    TL;DR: I REALLY need to start learning 2 tech so I can navigate tech alternatives. Oh, and I need to get my shit together in life so I can afford to live in a blue city.






  • Also, it’s ironic that cars are supposed to be a status symbol because “public transit is for poor people” but cars are practically mandated and cities where public transit exists are expensive to live in thanks to high rents.

    Actually, it’s public transit that should be the sign of wealth and cars that are “for poor people” but something tells me that by some strange alchemy, that means a car is a sign that one is a salt-of-the-earth working class type now.