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ConfusedTorchic posted...

there's functionally no difference between me or ai

This sentence was extremely depressing to read.

Is this yet another heliy-style post generated by the artificial intelligence program that is all the rage these days?

Does Majora's Mask count?

BADoglick posted...

Can't have cops just looking around your house and car without probable cause.

If only it prevented them from breaking into people's houses and murdering them.

I'm trying to figure out how the seventh is still relevant in the modern-age. I'm assuming that we take the true dollar value of a set of goods into account when deciding whether or not a lawsuit involving those goods warrants a trial by the seventh amendment. If a lawsuit involves a dispute over the value of goods, then would the aforementioned value need to be at least twenty present-day American dollars, or the value of twenty American dollars back in seventy-seventy-six, which would be about six-hundred and ninety-three American dollars in the present-day, if Google is to be trusted?

NinjaGhosts posted...

domesticated

Surely, you mean "domestic".

Judgmenl posted...

common mistake

I'm almost certain that you are talking about something very similar to "argumentum ad populum".

Wasn't Kakarot actually weaker than either Lapis or Lazuli before he went into the Time Chamber to train with his son?

Also, you can easily chalk it up to Gero being smart enough to bio-engineer two teenagers into being leagues stronger than anything that's landed on the planet.

What made you want to enter the career of engineering?

Yellow posted...

// Your code here...
setTimeout(() => {
document.getElementById("searchInput").click();
}, 800);
})();

That pretty much does what I wanted. Thanks.

badjay posted...

// @description Adds a red border to the search bar on the Wiktionary main page

(function() {
'use strict';

var searchInput = document.getElementById('searchInput');
searchInput.style.border = '1px solid red';
})();

I am very glad that technology has failed me.

Yellow posted...

document.getElementById("searchInput").focus();

Tampermonkey

Thanks. It really helped a lot. That being said, it still seems to deactivate the search bar right after the script has focused on it.

certain elements get added? I'm using Brave Browser, by the by. For example, let's say I have this website here.

https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/Wiktionary:Main_Page#/search

Is there some sort of Javascript code would I have to input in order to activate this element on line 122 of the page source?

The element on line 122, corresponding to the search-bar

<input class="search mw-ui-background-icon-search skin-minerva-search-trigger" type="search" name="search" id="searchInput"

I apologize for my laziness; I've never seen a reason to use Javascript (assuming that is what is warranted here) in my browser up until this very moment.

I must have these answers.

Yellow posted...

I'll take one if you remove the words at the bottom.

I'd take one if the first word were removed from the bottom.

I don't understand. Are you not in your thirties? Why are you drafting up a will now?

Jen0125 posted...

I can rest my head on the wall

You mean like Knock-Off Noctis in the secret ending of the DLC of the eighth Kingdom Hearts game.

Even after I had moved, I still felt like I didn't really have a purpose in my life. I was just fooling myself into thinking that moving away from my previous living arrangement would enable me to figure out what it is that I want. In truth, when I moved away almost a year ago, all I did was distance myself from a toxic living environment, and a place where, as I had protested over again, I did not belong. I don't regret my decision in the slightest, and I still believe that it was the best decision I have ever made.

Life has never been better for me. My current job pays more than any job I've had ever had, I feel useful whenever I am doing work for my IT company. I'm almost ready to finish that Python course, and earn my certification. I'm making a surplus of about a thousand American dollars per month, after I subtract my living expenses and rent payment.

Sometimes, I am pestered by my mother about matters that I really shouldn't have to deal with anymore. She used to use me as her emotional support dog. She'd just go on about my father, and how he'd treat her like trash and such. It's tiresome having to listen to someone who just keeps repeating themselves --- something I am sure that this board has much experience with, given my habit of consistently posting about my existential crisis and just as consistently ignoring any advice given, as I am doing right now.

Recently, my mother told me to get brain surgery in order to remove a tumor that according to her, is exactly the same as the one that rendered her an invalid over a year ago. She refused to listen to my doctor, who had insisted that mine is a benign growth. No, my mother insisted that my growth was exactly the same as hers, and that we were connected in that way; the thought is greatly unsettling beyond all belief. It's tiring having to feel like just an extension of my mother's emotions whenever she attempts to project her worries unto me, pretending that they are her own. It's dehumanizing. She simply exhausts me too much for me to want to call or text her. She's one of the reasons why I had moved away.

In any case, most of these nights, I am unable to sleep. I am kept awake by thoughts of what I'm even doing at this point. I just feel as though I am at a loss as to what would bring me joy and success in my life.

I had decided to pursue a coding certification, with the belief that it would help me find higher-paying work. But I cannot feel that that goal is enough. I don't even have a vague idea of what sort of coding job would fit me --- if any such exist, in any case.

As for what would bring me joy, I had been, for months, trying to get back into my mathematics work. But it is just as droll and uninteresting as it was when I was doing it during my academic career. I had continued on regardless, insisting to myself that I wasn't really living up to my degree. I feel that at some level, I had not truly earned it. Then I insist to myself that it's just a piece of paper that I had been chasing for seven years, in the hopes that obtaining it would figuratively open doors for me. Telling myself this never really helps me feel better, in any case.

Sometime later, I remembered that one of the reasons I had enrolled in college was enable myself to find a job that paid well enough to allow me to move away. And now that I'm away, I just don't know what to do with myself. Nothing just seems interesting to me anymore. Everything's just background noise to me; the usual nonsense, in other words.

I had gotten into writing fan-fiction at one point. It was one of those activities that would genuinely bring me joy, on a day when I was active, alert, and not dissociated from my surroundings as I usually am. I cannot say that the same holds true now. When I had embarked on this project, I had committed to writing at least a page per day, in order to make sure that my project is moving along. It worked out fun enough, upon discovering that more than half of the most recent pages, written in exhaustion and pure apathy, had deviated far too much from my original outline for me to be able to revise and reuse. Now, I realize that I've lost too much interest in it, and in the source material for which I was writing it.

The source material is a children's cartoon, which is something I often think to myself whenever I am questioning my efforts to write a better ending for it. It is also something I think about when I engage in discussions on some Discord server centered about that cartoon. As of late, I've been catching up on many children's cartoons that I'd not been able to watch with much privacy, since my family was always snooping through my activities and things and such. I've signed up for Discord servers dedicated to discussing those cartoons. I don't know why I was surprised when very few of the members still active in those servers were able to engage in meaningful discussion of the show about which their server was based. Most of the traffic consisted of image-spam and people posting all manners of idiotic nonsense. I had to remind myself that these lot were around half my age, which is really something I should take into account each time I consider staying in their virtual presence. I have to wonder what I'm doing with my life, whiling away my time on these children's cartoon servers, waiting and sifting through a bunch of nonsense in the hope that I will soon be able to talk about something that's actually interesting to me.

It chips away at my emotional energy quite a bit, having no one to talk to. Sometimes, I wonder if not having these somewhat alienating social outlets is preferable to absolute solitude. Fear of the latter often draws me to the former, resulting in my not getting much work done on the computer. Sometimes, I feel like I'm losing my mind, having no one to talk to. There have been days when I have not had to use my voice at all. It's extremely hard not to feel lonely. In those rare moments when I have motivation, energy, and enough sleep, I usually write in my journal, so as to feel like I am talking to somebody. I also browse the internet for mental disorders that I can sympathize with; I also search through TVTropes for the same reason.

But most of the time, I'm just feeling emotionally blank. It's part of the reason why I've taken to watching these children's cartoons. Some episodes are just emotionally powerful for me to awaken myself to my surroundings. Most of the time, I just feel nothing. It feels somehow wrong, though, looking for stories that will make me care enough for the rest of the day, until I have to wake up tomorrow feeling as though everything around me is just background noise, yet again. It feels as though I am "exploiting" these cartoons, in a way; a silly though, I know. Recently, I broke my rice-cooker out of fatigue and my own carelessness. I genuinely felt bad, like I was losing a friend. Sometimes, I have to wonder if I am completely sane these days.

There are days when I daydream of going to college again. But then those daydreams are shattered by the reality that I simply abhor listening to other people talk, and by absence of purpose in life. In a way, I had come to associate my life's purpose with having a college major, a sad thing to be sure. During one of those daydreams, I had briefly mused about being a writing major, given how often my peers and professors, during my undergraduate career, had complimented my writings. Some suggested that I was in the wrong major, which I had taken offense to. Now I wonder if these suggestions were truly meant as insults. But then I dismiss the notion of my enrolling in a writing major as ludicrous; I was just writing one bit of fan-fiction, and moreover, I had already given up on it.

Anyway, this is a short summary of how I've been feeling as of late. How was your Sunday, board?

I must have these answers.

You mean like that tiger from the second iteration of that game with the mutated bandicoot who embarks on a quest on behalf of his bioengineer creator in order to gather twenty-five sources of energy powerful enough to power a space-station designed to enslave the minds of the residents of Earth.

Blightzkrieg posted...

applejack

You mean that orange horse with the cowboy hat originating from that fictional universe where friendship is magic?

Blightzkrieg posted...

pure chemistry

Oh.

I admire that he's a chemical engineering major of sorts.

ParanoidObsessive posted...

I suddenly just cut myself somehow.

You mean on the figurative edge that the posts immediately preceding yours have exuded?

Yellow posted...

pedophilia

Suddenly, that prototype pilot seems to make a lot more sense.

I almost always do it unconsciously; I'm stuck in a daydream for most of my waking day.

I must have these answers.

Are you trying to imply that we are due for another economic recession?

Alex1976 posted...

the birds

Is that a euphemism for people who cannot be bothered to remember how Daylight Saving Time works, and thus need a mnemonic device in order to better memorize the process?

Jen0125 posted...

has no more accounts

I never thought I'd see the day.

You mean those enemies from that game with the intentionally mute protagonist, the ruffian with an English accent, and that bloke that looks suspiciously like the son of Vegeta, the Prince of All Saiyans?

Yellow posted...

Anyway, how was all your experiences moving out?

At first, it was incredibly frightening. I did not have a job ready for me when I moved to Nevada. All I had to live off of was the income I got from doing DoorDash orders. At first, I had planned to find a place in which to live, citing that as my only income source. As one can imagine, the number of respectable places that would allow someone with such a meager income was very small.

For the time being, I had had to book an Airbnb room while I looked for a place to rent while working. I had no rental references, which disheartened me greatly in regards to applying for places to rent. Fortunately for me, the bloke who was hosting the Airbnb room was very generous. He allowed me to rent the room I was living in as part of my Airbnb stay. He moreover allowed me to keep a rice-cooker, which eliminated the hassle of driving out to get food. He was very generous in that regard.

Eventually, I found a job at a department store. It wasn't a great fit for me, and though it allowed me to pay rent, I eventually left the position two months after entering it. I then returned to my job-search, which culminated in my acquiring a post at an IT company. I can say very confidently that it was a job that I could not only do well, but one that I could flourish in. I hope now to advance in the organization for which I now work.

Getting groceries wasn't an issue for me when I first moved out. It was simply something I had to do while my mother was in the hospital with a brain tumor. I had had to learn much while she was incapacitated.

As for my loneliness issue... I cannot say that I really miss much of my family, since many of them were borderline abusive to me while I was growing up, and in the years after my college graduation. I do not like to talk about it. In any case, while I do not miss my family, I still feel lonely. I don't go through the effort of trying to make friends, for reasons I do not feel like disclosing on a public forum.

Overall, though my life is better in every way since I left my family home ten months ago, it still isn't perfect. I still long for a purpose in life. I still long for --- yet still feel undeserving of --- companionship. I still have psychological issues that have followed me all the way out here. Sometimes, I can find ways to manage these issues when they pop up. But on the days when I am unable to, I find myself over-often fretting over how productive I could have been without the burden of my various disorders, some of which I am only now beginning to realize I have.

DirtBasedSoap posted...

*payed

I am unsure if your attempt to correct the spelling of a previous post was intentional.

ArvTheGreat posted...

impregnated

You mean like the Sword of Gryffindor when Harry Potter used it in order to impale Salazar Slytherin's basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets near the end of his second year at Hogwarts.

rexcrk posted...

Otto spelled backwards is Otto.

You mean because the name is a palindrome.

Antbregante posted...

menace

You mean to society?

You mean like Luke Skywalker after Anakin Skywalker revealed the horrible truth about the former's heritage.

MeatiestMeatus posted...

someone

Yes, I did.

ANAKAfire posted...

making money off of the illnesses and cancers tobacco causes

I think it's the medical industry that does that, actually.

NinjaGhosts posted...

this is interesting

I assume you say this ironically.

I must have these answers.

SoreChasm posted...

me

This is most perplexing. Your main account is still up and running.

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com./user.php?db=.11.user=Sarcasthma

MeatiestMeatus posted...

Far-Queue

Huh, judging by signature alone, I would have figured that this account was an alternative used by that Sarcasthma bloke.

Honestly, pouring all your gold into Yojimbo in order to finish off the ultimate secret boss, thus doing all that's left to do on Spira, is a pretty good way to send-off your playthrough.

You mean like the onomatopoeia commonly associated with the modern doorbell?

Jen0125 posted...

I definitely asked for them

I am detecting the slightest trace of irony in these words, which effects the impression that these sequels were most certainly not asked-for --- but not necessarily unwelcome.

Question: Would my landlord get in trouble if I used a VPN to download files that aren't technically open-source?

Krow_Incarnate posted...

PM

Thanks. I'll look into it come tomorrow. I'm exhausted at the mo'.

Yellow posted...

apartment

I'm actually renting a room in my landlord's house.

ReturnOfFa posted...

any indication that your landlord accesses the router to track sites

No. But it is also true that the sites that I've been frequenting since I moved in last June are fairly tame.