ToeJam & Earl, implied lewd?
Lately I've been having a good time with this classic and rogue-lite Genesis game featuring funky aliens and fantastic music.
On semi-rare occasion, Big Earl's pants will fall down to reveal his boxers, and he'll blush and take a moment to pull them back up.
There's an elevator that takes players from one level to the next.
The doors opened, and there he was with pants down for just long enough that he then blushed.
. . . yeah, that's Big Earl for you.
Medical system automation gripes.
Kaiser Permanente has this really nifty system going that enables folks to review notes on recent visits, schedule appointments, manage prescriptions, and stuff like that. It's pretty good! Still, I do have a couple suggestions.
• Whatever interface is shown to doctors, pharmacists, and anyone else who needs to access my info... could almost certainly be tweaked to show pronouns nice and clearly alongside the patient's name.
• Furthermore, let me use the website to enter the name used to refer to me ("nickname" if you must) and my pronouns.
• Feel free to pre-fill the pronoun fields, but make them text fields. Radio buttons are right out, even if there's a text field labelled "Other". I am not an other. I am a whole-ass person and I'll know what to type there, thanks.
• If this integrated system can keep track of all my prescriptions, auto-refill the ones prescribed in-house, and send me automated texts and voice messages about them being ready for pick-up... why not extend that to letting me know when the refills have run out on something I've obviously been taking regularly? Better yet, just call the prescriber to ask if it needs continuing. (One of the meds is obviously for an attention disorder; that kinda guarantees I'll forget to handle this myself. Frequently.)
Unrestrained all-caps swearing at a television commercial.
Along with images of a group of fancy primped pomeranians, the text: "There are dogs living better than you. Don't get mad; get E-Trade."
Fuck that.
Fuck the implication that animals shouldn't be treated as well as people.
Fuck the implication that it's "just the way it is" that people are treated worse than animals.
Fuck the people who are willing to treat any living, feeling creature worse than any other.
Fuck the implication that the only way to get better treatment is to give your money to people who already have way more.
Fuck the implication that all it takes to be one of those people-treated-better-than-dogs is to invest in a broken system (and also to be a decently-dressed white male.)
Fuck everyone who could afford to make a better decision but helped create and air the advertisement anyways.
Fuck the people who ordered the advertisement in the first place.
Fuck the exploiters.
Fuck E-Trade.
FUCK CAPITALISM.
The Silent Book Club, +
"How two women quietly reading books in an SF bar started an introvert revolution"
"The format of a Silent Book Club meeting is simple: The group picks a time and a place, and everyone brings a book to read of their choosing. For the first half hour, people order drinks, share what they’re reading and get settled. Then, it’s an hour of uninterrupted quiet reading time.
After the hour is up, people are invited to start chatting again — or, keep reading if they so choose. Informally, they call it “Introvert Happy Hour.”
“It provides a space for people who want to get out of the house and spend some time with friendly-minded people, but don’t want to go through that whole awkward small talk,” said de la Mare. “You have a book in your hand, so it’s really easy to talk about what you’re reading. And when you get to that moment of not having anything else to say, it’s totally socially acceptable to go back to reading.”
HAMLET: For of such things are sweet dreams made, who am I but a worm to disagree thence? I might be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, but that everybody is looking for something.
Some of them would use you; some, that you would of them find purpose; some of them would fain abuse you and some wouldst well be abused.
HORATIO: Hold well your head up, my lord. We shall move thence.
Rights have never been granted by authority. They have always been asserted against authority, and won from it.
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