My understanding is that the Christmas he sought to destroy was very much worthy of destruction… violent rape orgies, basically. I don’t know how much of that is true, but it seems quite plausible from various things I’ve read.

I’m Jewish, but grew up Christian (my mom converted young). I deconverted in university… heh, going to a Christian university at that. So I gave up Christmas at that time. I kinda miss it— that is, I miss the quiet memories of decorations and sitting in the dark by the fireplace watching the blinking lights… but I definitely don’t miss the loud blaring parts. And you can’t avoid the loud blaring parts. They’re freaking everywhere.

So I get to see all the things I never really liked about Christmas all the time. And it turns out that watching the channukah candles burn down with the lights turned down scratch the itch of what I ever liked about Christmas. So what’s left?

If you like everything to be organized, you don’t have OCD. If you like everything to be organized and fly off the handle and become extremely upset to the point of life problems when things aren’t organized… you STILL don’t have OCD (but you might have OCPD or autism or BPD or something else).

If you don’t really like organization all that much, but are irrationally terrified that your loved ones will die if the cleaning supplies aren’t put away properly, and then you forget if they weren’t away properly, so you go back to check and oh good they were, but then you aren’t sure you checked so you have to go back and check again, and you can’t leave the house because you have to check again because your family will DIE if this isn’t done right… then you have OCD.

OCD is not a like of organization. OCD is an anxiety disorder, an irrational phobia disorder.

Funny how Russia’s own lies and myths of being the biggest and strongest around feeds other myths when their lies get exposed.

Looks to me like the branches are making a sort of cup right there. Technically the rearmost branch would be the main trunk, but it’s only slightly thicker than the other three branches, which are strangely all extending at the same height on the trunk— either a mutation or a response to damage when it was younger, I think.

I don’t think that’s a good framing of it, because it makes them “other” and not a mistake you could possibly make.

They were hurt. They were ashamed. And a scapegoat made that pain less. That’s a very human reaction, I think we can all succumb to that balm sometimes. You lose your job, it’s not your fault, these other guys are to blame. It’s a defense mechanism, it can save your sanity in a time of extreme emotional turmoil.

And it can also lead to horrible, horrible things. And people need to know that, and be careful of it. Because if you don’t actively fight it, it’s an easy default thing to do.

And that’s terrifying.

Yeah, that’s definitely an older generation problem.

The use case of Reddit/lemmy is entirely different from Twitter/x/mastodon. In Reddit/lemmy, there’s a topic of interest, and people chime in. In Twitter/etc, there’s people of interest, and they discuss topics.

I don’t care who is talking, I just want to talk about stuff. So the twitter style has zero interest for me.

Mind your tenses. Will die, not have died.

I’m amazed people do this. I… don’t? I don’t have enough time in my life to watch the shows I like and genuinely want to watch, why would I sit and suffer through something I hate?

But the comments are filled with people saying they do exactly that. So obviously it happens. I just don’t get it.

A boy and his blob. They made a modern sequel which lost a main gameplay component— puzzling out the puns for the various abilities, or at least making a hand written lookup chart. Just telling you that a punch jellybean makes a hole isn’t quite the same.

I’ve never had a honeydew that wasn’t delicious. Granted that I’ve been out of the states a few years now… is this like the red delicious apple where it used to be good, but farmers have bred the deliciousness out of them to look better aesthetically?

No, dogs know what a dog is, and also what a not-dog is. They clearly make distinctions, behave differently towards different things, and so on. They are neither as dumb as some people think, nor as smart as other people think.

Cats too, by the way, despite some claims to the contrary out there. Neither dogs nor cats act with the same behaviors they use with others of their species as they do with others of other species.

Man, I was a Potter fan for years. But the reviews and analysis that I’ve seen of this game mark it as casually and unrepentantly antisemitic… not as a side thing, but core to the main plot and central to what you do in the game. I don’t think I can handle that.

My friends and I played this a lot when I was little. Spent hours on it. The extremely extremely limited ammo system hasn’t been used much since— probably for good reason. The controls weren’t the greatest either, iirc.

Europeans can watch porn at work and not get in trouble for it?

Wowaa did what to your sister?

Media and stories are not the real world, and serve a different purpose. Again, it’s an immersion breaking thing— not because it’s not realistic, but because the fact that it IS realistic triggers people to an extent that it, again, breaks willing suspension of disbelief.

The question is horrifying enough to shut off all reason and make me want to disengage entirely with the question, if that answers your question.

Incidentally, it’s the reason that when more of the population were parents, movies never killed kids in the end; it doesn’t just shock, it shocks to a level that breaks immersion and suspension of disbelief— I don’t get scared, I think “oh, this is just a movie with actors and whatnot”. (Now parents are less of a majority, so studios are more willing to push this boundary.)

Mordred’s Lullaby, by Heather Dale might be a pretty good choice. It’s creepy, although creepy in the abusive narcissist way, so I don’t know if that’ll be your jam.