The franglais in me screams that neufant ought to be acceptable. I'm sure Canadians are saying it, who knows what language they really speak.

Yeah, OP is full of shit. They're coming here to complain, no way they didn't complain over there. And that rule has been steadfast for probably the whole 14+ years I've been over there, and honestly has been a rule on any (good) forum I've participated in in the past nearly 25 years. If you get suspended, you do not come back with another account and post about it.

Franglais is my language of choice after several drinks in any French speaking country. I am from Jersey, New, so it's the best I can do with my education.

That is news to me. Never thought to dig too deeply into my French studies in middle and high school (two decades ago), and so "apple of the earth" was just appropriate. Like, yeah, why wouldn't it be apple of the earth?

Igorrrr are solid, definitely doing some different shit. Dunno the others.

Your list shows up perfect when I go to respond, but in normal view, Lemmy doesn't put your lines in.

Yut. Feel like drinking is damaging enough, but then getting up (or just remaining up) to PT the next day is also probably not very good for you. But it was what had to be done.

Radio Flyer was something when I watched it as a kid. Came for the flying wagon, stayed for chuck chuck bo buck, and was impacted emotionally by the abuse along the way. Some flick.

Don't forget North!

I was kidding around, it's a silly leap, and the post is silly, so I was just suggesting something silly myself. Someone else seems to have done the legwork though.

Yeah, I want to pay you directly. I, admittedly, pirate things. When those things are good, I make an effort to go send money to the creator directly. Sometimes it's hard, especially with things like books. I don't want to buy it on Amazon. And unless someone is self-published, they're getting peanuts. I'd much rather Venmo an author money direct. When Radiohead released In Rainbows way back when and put it out for "pay what you want," I gave them five bucks I think.

I understand it can't always be like that, and that the people between a content creator and me do serve some purpose.

Because it just makes sense. Snap, diarrhea. It's simple.

I feel like the Bobiverse handled this well, in that any super intelligent computer would immediately look at us and desire to fuck right off to outer space.

Hey, I made a bunch off a penny stock once time. Ignore that I've invested in penny stocks more than once.

For real. Middle class was a low but comfortable bar back in 1987 when I was born. My parents went above and beyond having two incomes, one of them being a small business. I do essentially the same thing as my mom small business wise, and my wife makes arguably more than my old man dad, but the thought of doubling our starter home (or even moving out of it) just hasn't crossed my mind.

And we also had kids about three years later on average than my folks did (though compared to my wife's folks, about five years earlier).

The '90s were fucking awesome (except for the acid rain, shit had me spooked in first grade when they played the laser disc about it).

MilkDrop is the best visualizer out there, hands down. Been using it forever at this point, and the crazy part is every so often I see some visualization that I've never seen before.

Who'd win in a wrestling match, Lemmy or God

What better place to keep em guessing than while behind the wheel on the highway!

And I know it's state dependent, but the highways by me, each white line is about one car and each gap is one car, so if you're doing 50, having two to three white dashed lines between you and the car in front of you is probably good.

Because nothing is real, everything is a game, and us poors are just pieces.

Other than perhaps what else I addressed that you didn't quote, are you asking me what the meaning of life is? I'm not sure I'm qualified to answer.

Same. Me and a buddy were on a stretch of highway with no exits or entrances that was downhill for a few miles, so decided to see what my Nismo could do. It was surprisingly smooth up to 167 (American units), but the wind was almost deafening. Let it come down and 90 felt like a crawl.

This was 15 or so years ago, and I can easily say something I would never do again, perhaps the difference between early 20s and late 30s. I still enjoy a spirited ride, but can't get out of the back of my head all the possible things that could go wrong.