From my experience and expertise, Ambien. Man’s gonna get a knock on the door from the walrus any second now.

I legit had to look up if brain rot was a legit medical term.

I’m legit infected with brain rot where do i seek help

I like to make an exception for Lemmy though. This fediverse decentralised “”“darkweb-lite”“” stuff is cool af

Gives me child-like excitement

Continue not answering your phone

ezpz

you don’t owe anyone instant access to your attention at an arbitrary time of day

In South Africa, where I live, everyone is assigned an ID Number at Birth. You need an ID number, thumbprint scan AND proof of address to get issued a SIM card number due to a law introduced called RICA. It was meant to help fight crime. Worried that the government could listen in to calls or read their SMSs, the criminals just switched to WhatsApp, which also happened to become cheaper than SMSs and gained popularity in this time.

The cops never seemed to crack WhatsApp. The only drug busts that happen are when an open secret becomes laughably too open and when they harass every person arriving from South America at O.R. Tambo international airport just to catch the decoy mules carrying 12g of cocaine (total). Every dealer I ever organised with was over WhatsApp.

So now, woopsi, RICA stopped nothing and just became a liability. That treasure trove of fragile data made its way to scammers and spammers. A total net negative.

I’d encourage everyone else in other countries to apply major pushback to any government proposals in this direction.

When Bobby Kotick read this he probably aperture clenched his asshole so tight it burst his prostate.

Say “Thank fuck, finally” and take a nap

taxonomy

shit

Is that the right word

I’ve been using “ontology” when talking about item classification to sound smart

I guess it worked bc no one said “You mean taxonomy, right?” yet. My illusion of pretending I’m not a dumbass to people IRL isn’t broken yet I hope.

you must only consume piss

No one whoever drank piss died because of it

I was meant to be doing something but I got distracted

I have no idea what I was meant to be doing because I smoked the mystery joint

I think most of it was probably blue cheese

I’m in South Africa: purchasing cannabis products on the clearnet. The law is, you’re allowed to have cannabis on your own property, up to like 1.2kg or something few people can reasonably accumulate. You can grow 4 plants.

You can provide cannabis as a gift without “remuneration”. i.e. you can’t buy or sell it

Meaning, you join a “social club” where your spontaneous membership fees coincidentally directly correlate to the THC metabolite concentration in your urine. This is the legal grey area.

But the cops here are still stupid fucking cops. Got a bag of 4g Jack Herer in a Ziploc bag with beautiful artwork on it on the way home from the dispensary?

SIR YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE DEALING OF DRUGS. You either pay a stupid bribe or they throw you in jail for a night or a weekend until a lawyer can come bail you out and the case never goes to trial.

They did not do enough police reform after the official end of apartheid.

The majority of us not being able to suck our own dicks ruined humanity.

I will die on this hill.

aren’t most hedgehogs homeless

don’t they just kinda hedgehog around looking for grass or bugs or chicken nuggets or whatever the fuck they eat

A lot of people have trouble getting motivated.

Your comment made me chuckle a little bit.

I ask myself that same question every day. What’s the point of anything? Do I really need to get out of bed, get to work, eat food, climb out of the debt trap I’m in or even browse Lemmy?

Something like this could help ease that daily question from myself. If it doesn’t work, it’s fine. Worth a shot. Free is cheaper than recreational drugs.

Just bulldoze the whitehouse and erect a circus tent

The only one that comes to mind is Hamilton Morris. I don’t know if Morris is a first name, but I really like the dude. He did a bunch of documentaries about drugs for VICE. Big tangent incoming.

Those documentaries are really good. He did one about Project Coast, an awful program started by the apartheid government in South Africa (before Mandela became president). It’s the reason why the country still has such a high usage of methaqualone (AKA qualuudes, called Mandrax or “Buttons” colloquially) compared to the rest of the world.

Project Coast did so many much fucking lingering damage. Poisoned baby milk, nerve agents, you name it.

It was engineered by this piece of shit who earned the nickname “Dr. Death”, Wouter Basson. Cunt got away with it. He’s somehow still a practicing cardiologist in Cape Town. Infuriating.

Main point: those documentaries are worth a watch. Not an ad. Pirate it if you want.

Also, if anyone happens to be near Dr Death’s practice, just fucking exorcise that demon.

Very cool

I don’t understand

Like

Why would you do that

Who looks at someone’s Nazi Sex doll t-shit and genuinely chuckles?

The only reasonable reaction is “Wass Der fick, why are you wearing that shit in public, you fuckin weirdo”

Sometimes the companies they subcontract, named something boring and innocuous like Isolace Data Systems or Wimblo Digital or some shit, fucks up spectacularly.

Like they’ll just have 400gb Excel spreadsheet called all_meta_usernames_and_passwords.xlsx stored in the company’s shared intranet and then some dude guesses the WiFi password was WimbloDigital2024 and leaks it to whoever.

Google “asmongold rat clock”