I do not respect you and would not care or even notice if you disappeared tomorrow and no one ever found you because you had been kidnapped and murdered in the worst way imaginable.
I’ve been cutting every piece of software that shows me ads out of my life. I basically just have Lemmy and streaming services now. It’s pretty great, but now if I’m somewhere and I see or hear an ad I get extremely annoyed.
The lemmy post about them feeling gross was relatable. Like everyone’s so fake enjoying [product] and you’re just watching asking "how does this convince anyone to buy [product]
Doesn’t everyone feel this way about ads? I don’t feel like the advert algorithms ever get a good lock on me. On the few occasions I’ve gotten adverts it has been for things like “Visit the UAE” or “Visit Dubai” and a lot of pregnancy and feminine hygiene related stuff.
I’m a gay man. Pretty sure I’d get stoned to death in Dubai/UAE, and pregnancy is just not on the menu for me.
Yup, they never figured me out either.. Ads are annoying and stupid and thinking about how much resources are poured into them and how much everyone's time is wasted makes me angry.
I don't remember the last time I ever saw an ad but I'm pretty sure if I got one it would be completely unrelated as well. I got way too many different personas on the interwebs. I don't even know anymore which one is real.
This is me with those stupid “Dude relaaaaaaaxxxx” ads for Hello Fresh. I watch them, oddly mesmerized by how bad they are. Also some of the things they show are literally 3 ingredients (potatoes, cheese, pepper for smashed potatoes).
To their credit, they’ve stopped claiming they’re cheaper than groceries
I have it, unfortunately it does not seem to block Snapchat ads. Or maybe it does and I just haven’t noticed? A lot of the time I’m using Snapchat out of the house, I haven’t bothered to set up an exit note for tail scale yet (Even worse, tell scale is still broken for me on Android)
Yeah, I’ve noticed it’s gotten really bad. I’m not a sports fan myself, but I’ve tried watching NFL with my brother, and it’s borderline unwatchable due to the sheer amount of ads.
Curious. You speak fervently of your constant sexual encounters with my mother.
Yet you also seem predisposed to share how her appearance is grotesque, and her body mass rivals that of marine animals, that her odor is extreme, suggesting per your own words that she is unwashed for several decades.
Perchance, is this your sexual preference and you merely project it upon dearest mother mine?
This is the sort of weird back in the day post that doesn’t make sense. Boomers not understanding house prices and minimum wage, that is true.
This plane ticket stuff is wrong. For about the same cost as a ticket back in the day you get way more. In 1955, a one way transatlantic flight was roughly £5k. That’s $6.3k freedom dollars, one way. You can today buy a ticket on that type of route for half that price that includes a lie flat bed, amenities and pyjamas, 2 hot meals, unlimited snacks, unlimited drinks, lounge access on departure and arrival, priority check-in, boarding an ungodly amount of luggage, etc. And in the lounges you get free food cooked to order, free unlimited drinks, free second tier food like buffets, etc.
If you want to spend the equivalent money or a bit more, you could fly even better. You can have a private chef onboard making a meal for you anytime you want. You can take a shower in the sky. You can have a literal bedroom and attached private living room in a mini suite just for you. And that’s flying commercial.
The other side of it is that now people can also buy a ticket for $25. Which would be completely unfathomable back when civil rights weren’t a thing.
That entirely depends on how tall you are. Walking through those seats on my way to have my knees crammed into the seat in front of me in coach I realized that even in first class I’m too big for an airplane.
The old ones have seats with about 72in of lie flatness which is 6ft. But unless you sleep like a Victorian ghost, most people bend their knees or legs somehow. My friend that is 6ft4in has no issues and he’s tall and wide.
Most of the new ones are 76in to 82in. 6ft 10in is pretty generous. And if you need longer, there are first class seats which are full beds and you’d have no issue.
I fly in a pod every few weeks for 12hr+ flights and it’s very comfortable. I am hoping blimp travel makes a come back as I’d love to take the scenic way back with a full suite one day.
I’ve got a california king bed and frequently wake up with my feet dangling over one end and my arms over the other. I really, really doubt I’d fit on an 82 inch bed that has no space around it. And that doesn’t get into the constant light and noise and people on a plane which make it even harder for me to sleep, even if I could get comfortable.
Though many people have made it clear to me that airplanes are not supposed to be comfortable or nice, just something to endure to get to where you’re going.
As Behind the Bastards pointed out recently in their Kent Hovind episode, the IRS doesn’t give a shit about what illegal or immoral activity you commit, they literally just want you to pay taxes on it.
They do deep dives are random shitty people throughout history, and occasionally contemporary people like Andrew Tate. Usually it is people like 1940s gangsters, 1990s drug kingpins, King Leopold the 2nd, and fittest gurus from the 1800s.
It used to be tax deductable to bribe government officials of foreign governments.
Unrelated, if you get bribed in time with a hooker do you report it based on what she charges or fair market rate or is there a set amount? I feel like someone at the IRS sat down and came up with an answer to this.
It’s a separate form complete with nine pages of instructions outlining how to calculate market values based on region and services rendered. The formula isn’t helpful, so in the end you just put in half of what you paid and hope you don’t get audited.
IRS agent: so you put down that you received a “Cincinnati Steamer” as part of your compensation for employing this vendor.
Dude: that’s right
IRS agent: please describe what goes into a Cincinnati Steamer so I can assign it to a category or categories. Also do you happen to have her W2s and social security number?
Dude: sure, and no I don’t have her paperwork. Surprisingly she didn’t share it with me.
He even enjoys his work, it’s one of the most thankless ones. we see he enjoys music while working.
Since he learned that inanimate objects are alive. What job would he go for? Bro isn’t fucked up and working a crappy job. He is trying to save the toys he finds
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