Gee sounds like you’re advocating for a fairer system of trade then.

The invention of the Internet now allows a fair system of trade where politicians and bankers can’t steal value off everyone else.

Gonna take a few years to start effecting change but change will slowly come.

No, the fault is with the people who make the TV. It’s not the customers fault that other people are evil.

It’s already possible; Bitcoin does this.

I’m not sure you fully appreciate what “advancement” means.

Invent a system of money in which they are no longer in control of it.

Me.

http://www.foo.be/docs/tpj/issues/vol3_2/tpj0302-0012.html

Writing legible Perl code is the complete antithesis of what the language was created for. This comment shows a complete misunderstanding of Larry Wall’s work.

You never have to sacrifice self-care.

You dream of things you’ve seen others accomplish. As you accomplish and grow yourself, your dreams will become reality, leaving room for new dreams to occupy your mind.

I’m a contortionist.

It helps to use only happy nice words. A happy sentence is an objective sentence, free from judgements or pronouns.

“You watch that stupid thing too much.”

Starts with a pronoun, contains “stupid”, ends with a judgement. It’ll make people furious and it’s not the content for them but the trigger words they scan for.

“Maybe we could go outside instead of watching TV?”

Same reasoning behind why you said it, different responses sometimes.

Some of it’s the food too. Folks be hoofing gluten and corn syrup all day long. I saw a homeless guy in the park just sitting there eating a block of pudding mix.

It’s not right to call someone handicapped just because they like a different color ice cream than you.

We forget things but we remember people. As long as you take one life lesson from every person you meet you’ll never forget the important stuff.

At the rate of advancement of tech it’s conceivable that there is life alive now that may never die.

Hypothetically, could a guy called Linus create his own kernel and name it after himself?

“Grow,” the Creator whispered. “Grow, and become.”

Ord didn’t understand. It had been nothing but a lonely moon its whole life. “It hurt,” Ord whimpered feebly. “It hurt, all the time.”

The creator didn’t respond at first. It kept orbiting at the same distance, its thoughts fragmented and superimposed. Eventually the voice of the Lord spoke very clearly and apologized. It was sorry, it said. It hadn’t meant for things to get so out of hand. The history had gotten all mixed up and written down wrong.

Ord told it that was okay. It seemed happy with that. It left shortly after.

Then the planet of Ord started to grow.