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It depends. It means I live in an area where I have a lot of other freedoms. I can go build a shed and nobody is gonna ask me about a permit. I can plant a garden or put up a fence and my neighbors aren't gonna complain to an HOA about how it looks. And I have the freedom to drive to places much further away and leave whenever I feel like it instead of working around somebody else's schedule.

There are trade offs for every way of living, but it would be nice to have "something" around here as an option.

There are lots of places, like where I live, that just straight up have no public transit; no buses, no trains, no taxis. We have a couple medical taxis to take folks to appointments if they have Medicaid/Medicare, and if I drive 2 hours I can catch a Greyhound bus or a plane, but that's it. If I want to shop at Walmart it's a 30 minute drive. My in-laws are about 300 miles away, so any time we visit it's about a 5 hour drive, depending on whether we eat on the way or not.

I'm a school bus driver and I'm not even joking when I say I blew my kids' minds with a burned CD the other day. My daughter asked me to make one of the KPop Demon Hunters soundtrack. One kid asked how I got it on CD and when I showed him a burned disc complete with sharpie label his response was just, "Wait you can do that?!"

Made me feel old as hell.

Flatpak/flathub is your friend. I've been using Linux for 20+ years and I'm to a point where if it's not available as a deb, flatpak, system package or at the bare minimum an executable binary/script I just don't bother. Compiling should be done by the software vendor and not required of the user unless they specifically want or need to.

People who buy an internet connected bed have more dollars than sense.

Neither are that bad honestly. I have jigdo scripts I run with every point release of Debian and have a copy of English Wikipedia on a Kiwix mirror I also host. Wikipedia is a tad over 100 GB. The source, arm64 and amd64 complete repos (DVD images) for Debian Trixie, including the network installer and a couple live boot images, are 353 GB.

Kiwix has copies of a LOT of stuff, including Wikipedia on their website. You can view their zim files with a desktop application or host your own web version. Their website is: https://kiwix.org/

If you want (or if Wikipedia is censored for you) you can also look at my mirror to see what a web hosted version looks like: https://kiwix.marcusadams.me/

Note: I use Anubis to help block scrapers. You should have no issues as a human other than you may see a little anime girl for a second on first load, but every once and a while Brave has a disagreement with her and a page won't load correctly. I've only seen it in Brave, and only rarely, but I've seen it once or twice so thought I'd mention it.

I don't think there is a roundabout anywhere in Kentucky, or at least I've never seen one. So when I got to Fort Lewis, WA and was driving across base I came up to one and had zero fucking clue what to do. I started at it for about 10 seconds and watched another car or two go into it and kinda figured it out, but it was the most alien thing I had ever seen.

They don't care as long as it's him doing it. If they cared they wouldn't have voted for a known sex offender in the first place. Conservatives have lost all credibility with me.

I have no idea. The old folks also used to think witches were scheming against them and casting spells because out here in the woods sometimes if you're deep in the woods after dark you'll hear something that sounds eerily like unintelligible voices babbling together in the distance. Guess what screech owls sound like, especially if there's a group of them? 🤣

No, but if you think magic, fairies and monsters are real, maybe you should be dissuaded from propagating that ignorance.

I've met lots of other folks around here who legit believe in this stuff. I just posted another comment on this post about some of the experiences I've had growing up here.

https://lemmy.world/post/36993646/19796111

When I was a kid (90s) my grandmother swore straight up and down that a certain woman she knew was a witch, and that one way to test it was to put a sewing needle down and see if she would refuse to step over it. So one day I took one and sort of mashed it into the wood in the bottom of her door frame so you couldn't see it. The woman came by a day or so later and when invited in she declined and said she needed to get back home. That was all the proof my grandmother needed. My mom is also convinced they're real. Pentecostal churches are reasonably common around here (eastern Kentucky) where people scream and holler and speak in tongues and cast out demons and all kinds of other nonsense.