I am not entirely sure what your question means, but here goes.

The Old Testament (aka the Hebrew Bible) is a collection of ancient writings spanning hundreds of years, primarily focused on the (alleged) history of the Hebrew people and the nation of Israel.

The New Testament is a collection of writings from primarily the first and second centuries CE, focused on the (alleged) life and teachings of Jesus, his death and resurrection, and the establishment of the Christian church.

In both cases, my understanding of the scholarly literature (I am not a biblical scholar I just listen to a few on social media) is that they were written by humans for a variety of purposes, then edited and curated over time to try to establish authority and accrue the power that comes with that authority. No scripture as far as we can tell was ever divinely inspired, let alone handed down from a divine being itself.

The King James Bible is just a translation of the Christian biblical canon, largely based on a prior English translation. I’ll be honest I have forgotten the purpose behind its creation, and I do not care enough to go find out.

Hopefully this was helpful?

Aww. It’s cute.

I just watched the Rerez video essay about the Ouya debacle earlier today. I followed Ouya news for a bit when the hype was strong, and I knew it fell off hard. But man, I didn’t realize just how bad it was.

Lashing out with violence is definitely ingrained in most people as part of the fight/flight/freeze response, which then gets shaped by experience, etc.

“Beating the shit out of people for fun” is waaaaay further down the line in terms of behavioral development, personal experience, and cultural influence, for sure.

There are some ingrained behaviors, instincts, emotional reactions, etc. While we’re not fully blank slates, there is definitely a lot of room for influence to shape children into different sorts of adults.

Feel like I’m in between.

I usually wear simple, single color Tshirts, a light jacket, and one of a small stock of pants.

In a sense I dress just for me - easy and simple means I don’t have to spend time choosing, which I do like. A light jacket let’s me easily get warmer or cooler without having to completely change.

In another, I dress for others - I don’t wear graphic tees very much since high school because I don’t want anyone judging me for what I like, or misunderstanding and prejudging me. With plain tees, I just don’t have to deal with that particular social anxiety.

It was lined with plastic.

That’s exactly it, yep. I’m well over apologizing at this point.

And yeah, I also moved back home for a while after college, and it was a bad time. Plenty of good, but plenty I’m glad to leave behind. Let us all strive to be better people than our parents were, I say.

I’m glad you’re out, and I hope you’re doing well. Stay safe out there!

Yeah, I’m conflicted about my family enough as it is. But push comes to shove, I’m fine on my own at this point.

Ah, that’s the thing. He never demanded an apology. He sulked, and it was others in the family who learned about it (through either me or him) that told me I was wrong and to apologize.

I’ve never been one to back down from a conflict I thought was worthwhile. It wasn’t until I was literally a married adult when an in-law (whom we love dearly) told my SO about how my family “sweeps things under the rug”. When my SO told me later, I was like “nah… but wait do we though?” That led to a lot of revisiting old memories and realizing how conflict avoidant we really were (except for me, lol).

Yeah, if either of my parents demanded an apology from me for anything right now… they have some choice words coming.

My dad was smart when I was growing up. He is smart now.

But he’s so entrenched in the worst right wing political lunacy, and always has been, that I’ve rarely viewed him as someone to imitate morally.

I blew up at him as a teen over the Iraq War. He never once justified his position in anything remotely resembling a reasoned argument, but I hurt his feelings, so I had to apologize to him about it. That family dynamic has never really changed, so I just don’t talk to him anymore.

Existing owners can upgrade to the Switch 2 version for $10, gaining better framerates, higher resolutions, and HDR support.

I didn’t realize they had this option. As far as legal routes go, that’s not terrible (assuming there’s no weird downside, like no longer being able to play the original on the switch 1). Free would be better, of course, but $10 certainly beats paying $90 just to play the improved version on switch 2.

High skill ceiling?

More like a high skill floor! Good Lord, I don’t think I’d ever be able to beat that level without cheats, lol.

I’d like to add some nuance to your observation.

We Americans, most of us anyway, went to public school. And in our history classes, we teach what has been called the “Standard American History Myth” by YouTube channel Knowing Better in their video on American Neo-slavery.

In short, America is founded on many ideals (freedom, liberty, etc), and we generally write our histories as if we have always believed in and acted according to those beliefs (with slavery being a “failure to live up to those ideals”). That’s the simple history we teach our kids here, it’s what we grow up believing, and the only people who ever really learn anything different had nontraditional learning opportunities (e.g. local experts in black history, American Indian history, etc), studied history at a university, or nowadays maybe learned from social media (like the above Knowing Better channel).

Manifest Destiny is a big example. We teach that America believed in their divinely inspired right to the American continent, from sea to shining sea. We do mention the Trail of Tears, but it’s taught as a brute fact at best, and as punishment for standing against America at worst. There’s no emotional processing that we did a bad thing and that we shouldn’t do that thing anymore. Most Americans would do it all again given the opportunity.

And that’s the big thing. We just… simply don’t have any sort of national level conscience. If we did something bad to someone, no we didn’t, and if we did, they deserved it.

I only really came to grips with America’s dark side in grad school by reading, listening, and watching interviews with black people who protested Jim Crowe and Asian Americans who told their experiences living in concentration camps (euphemistically “internment camps”) during WW2.

That, I think, is the biggest problem in the American psyche. Not only have we “never done anything wrong, really” but we’re also pumped up on religious symbolism (we’re a beacon on a hill, a light into the world, etc).

“Divinely inspired” crybully, basically. There’s a reason Trump resonates so strongly here. He’s the embodiment of “I am the best, I never did anything wrong, and fuck you for trying to insinuate otherwise, you ungrateful traitor.”

Two things started the slow 10ish year journey to atheism for me. I can’t remember which happened first.

Some Mormon lads doing their mandatory missionary work knocked on our door when I was home alone. I decided, screw it, kill them with kindness. Maybe I’ll convert them! After I got them some ice water, they started the spiel. It was so stupid, how could anyone believe this? Then I thought, wait, how is what I believe any more believable? That was an unsettling thought that I could never really shake.

I also challenged myself to read the entire Bible (NIV) front to back (which I did, thankyouverymuch). I already had a lot of apologetics for the pentateuch warfare, slavery, etc. but in Psalms there’s a verse that basically goes, “blessed is he who dashes the babies on the rocks.” And like. What the fuck is that. In what possible circumstances is killing babies okay, let alone with God’s explicit endorsement? That also stuck in my head ever since.

There was a lot else in between, but years later I stumbled into a copy of The God Delusion. “Know thine enemy, right?” So I read it on lunch breaks at work. While I now know the book has a reputation for kinda bad philosophy, by the end it had tidily dismantled the last vestiges of the purely “rational” arguments to believe in God I still had. So I sat there, an atheist for the first time in my life.

Do you think “frank” means “without nuance or care for how what I’m saying could be misconstrued as bigotry”?

Like, literally the only change I know I’d like to see is “there are some women who” and like… that’s hardly an imposition, y’know? Definitely not a “40 page essay” either.

Weirdos end up on Lemmy. Many of us are a splendidly wonderful, if pedantic, sort.

And then there’s the weirdos that… aren’t that. The ones who never built social skills or the ability to look at the world from beyond their own limited experiences. The ones who extrapolate with reckless abandon, usually in the traditional directions of punching down.

I’m sorry if they or someone they know got baby-trapped, but that is DEFINITELY not the usual nor should it be phrased like it is.

As an aging anime fan… I tend to agree with Miyazaki’s take that anime is made by weird people for weird people.

Sometimes being a bit of an outcast gives you perspective and you take that and make someone great.

Sometimes it turns you into an incel who creates characters that totally aren’t pedophile bait, no sir, they’re 2000 years old! They just so happen to have the body of an 8 yr old.

The conservative anti-woke scum of the Internet who love anime can’t tell the difference between the two. It’d be funny if it weren’t so sad.

I think I’d put it this way - I like adventuring, exploring, and finding my way through an immersive world. I don’t like when I can’t seem to stumble into the exact right clue or secret passage or interactable and waste up to possibly hours scouring the same locations over and over.

That said, metroidvanias are my favorite videogame genre. I just had to accept that it’s okay to look up a guide or wiki before I get fully tilted.

Wait there are no babysitters in Japan? I was only there for a year as a very much childless young adult, but for some reason I assumed there would be babysitters. Thinking back, I don’t think I ever knew someone who babysat unless it was an older sibling looking after younger siblings. Heck, I don’t even know the Japanese word for it. Wow, for some reason I really thought that was only a modern American problem.