“Knew 'em? He was delicious!”

Not in the “hate” camp, but I’m very picky with anime. I recognize it’s a wide genre with tons of legitimately great productions.

There’s a lot of anime stuff that just irritates me for reasons I’ve not been able to put into words other than “it makes me cringe from embarrassment.” Female characters that are less an interesting or fun character and more like an endless void of cutesy vibes and nothing more, the anime pratfalls to punctuate a joke, weird creepy stuff towards women, laughably edgy characters, changing art styles to something tonally clashing for comedic effect (only example I know off the top of my head is in Hellsing Ultimate, which I’ll admit I’ve only seen in the form of the abridged series), overtly blatant fan service, all the characters being teenagers, etc. Tropes like these tend to irritate me to the point of getting in the way of my enjoyment of a show and it kills a lot of anime for me.

Is “sweat” the term for a collective of reddit users, much in the way a murder is the term for a collective of crows?

Not always. I’ve been to a couple pumps where none of the buttons did anything. At that point I’m tempted to get a squirt gun to spray into the speakers, hope it does something useful to the speakers.

It was a pain in the ass but me and a buddy got it working once. I was a young teen and this was long before weed helped me see more beauty in music, so I didn’t get much out of it, but as an adult it’d probably be different.

Retro is anything on a console. Disc based media is too new and space age to be retro.

Not in the way you’re thinking of, but I do recall having seen an audio to MIDI program that takes an mp3 and builds a midi file based off the sound waves. It sounded exactly as bad as you’d expect.

Music From the Unrealized Film Script: Dusk at Cubist Castle, by The Olivia Tremor Control. This album is so good it almost hurts.

There’s this Dutch fella who has a huge library of videos on YouTube where he plays these incredibly difficult custom levels for Doom. Despite the difficulty of playing them pistol start on the hardest difficulty, he’s (almost) always very calm, narrating his experiences live with a low, calming voice. Game volume is also set low, so even with tons of explosions and screaming revenants his voice takes center stage.

While he isn’t uploading gameplay videos anymore, save for user submitted levels, he was uploading daily videos for the better part of five years. There’s plenty of material. I like to put a video or two on while unwinding for bed, and once I start feeling sleepy enough I just lock my phone screen, drop the volume til I can juuuust clearly hear his voice, and fall asleep.

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I always taste test my pet’s food to make sure it’s not poisoned.

If I hadn’t eaten breakfast I would have felt hungry.

All my favorites frequently shift and change over time but I’m utterly obsessed with Music From the Unrealized Film Script: Dusk at Cubist Castle, by the Olivia Tremor Control. Some of the best fucking psychedelic pop I’ve ever heard.

If it was anything like Doom developer John Carmack back when he was 8, maybe thermite or something similar.

Does it kick in before or after the cripplephilia?

For me it was around when I discovered the furry fandom.

Grew up in a small, secluded town in the deep south, one with a 99.3% white majority at the time and wasn’t far from a sundown area. I was very much sheltered from outside culture and world views both by my mother and just from the circumstances of where I lived. Throw in some undiagnosed autism and a deeply trusting nature, and I was effectively set to stay in the mental cesspool of my peers.

As a troubled teen facing emotional and religious trauma from an abusive father figure, I turned to escapism wherever I could, and once I got my first computer I started getting into PC gaming online, and I eventually found a furry friendly server on a Half-Life 2 mod.

All of the sudden I’m talking to people of all places and creeds. Most were Americans, sure, but there were tons of folks from far more backgrounds and environments than I’d ever seen before. And most were furries. People from a generally more left leaning background who are also comfortably open about sexuality. Found out I liked dudes from them, cause I’d genuinely never even considered that as a possibility until then and mom hadn’t instilled her anti gay rhetoric in me yet.

And of course, I started learning new things from them. Things I’d never heard of before, things that would never be taught at the school I went to. I learned of the Tuskeegee syphilis experiments, of MK ULTRA, of Guantanamo Bay and the atrocities there. That roughly 1 in four prisoners in the world are in American prisons. That the pledge of allegiance is really fucking weird. I learned of the massive income inequality we’re troubled with, of the police brutality our people of color experience, that our healthcare system is utterly broken by design, that our lawmakers are paid for and bought out, and of course I learned that this list is FAR from exhaustive - feel free to add to this list!

Plus just generally interacting with people from other countries and cultures, seeing these different perspectives and world views and experiences, it all helped me slowly, gradually realize that there’s so much beautiful culture and so many beautiful people in this mote of dust we all share. Cultures and people that so many of my peers were apathetic towards most often, mildly entertained by in media and media alone at best, and actively hostile towards at worst. Just the idea of my neighbor yelling obscenities towards a Latino man for working the exploitative jobs that Americans would never touch themselves broke my young heart.

Once Trump’s campaign really started taking steam, I was a very different person from who my mom wanted me to be, and though it drove a wedge between us (on top of her just being a shit parent for me), I prefer it this way.

Yeah for the love of God please don’t actually start using the bullshit word a LLM shat out to please you, “moronophilia” is a seriously problematic word to use for the concept you’re asking about and it’s not even an actual word used to describe such. Us mentally ill folks are not fucking morons, please for the sake of common decency do better and think more critically about the things you see and read. I’m not a moron for being born with a screwed head and abused and traumatized into having further disorders.

I definitely do. Supports the band in question, and I get to rip the audio off the CD for my digital collection. Best part, if I lose my digital music collection and can’t access a backup, I still have the disc to rip from again.

Just using it as a streaming machine.

He’s just using it for streaming, figured it having a built in screen would help significantly with the limited space in his flat.

I won’t say actively hate cause that implies a call to action, but probably my remaining parent because she allowed a family friend to abuse her children for years and called me a selfish brat when being sexually abused by an ex brought me to make an attempt on my life. She may be my mother but she ain’t my mom.