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Previously, I have posted about how in the prototype version of Mario Artist: Paint Studio for the Japan-only Nintendo 64DD add-on, crashing the game shows a bizarre "You've been DINGLED..." screen with a British school crossing patrol officer, colloquially known as a "lollipop man" (included since the game being mainly developed by Software Creations, a British studio).
Interestingly, this is barely visible in the game itself as the actual "You've been DINGLED..." screen appears for only 2/3 of a second before being replaced with the crash debug information. As such, it appears that even during the prototype phase this was intended to be a sudden moment of surprise that requires viewing it multiple times to fully process the image, and was likely inserted as a prank between the British programmers.
Top: how the crash appears in-game. Bottom: the "You've been DINGLED..." screen, isolated.
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And speaking of Sophia Tolstoy, her diaries are just so depressing.Â
âI am to gratify his pleasure and nurse his child, I am a piece of household furniture, I am a woman. I try to suppress all human feelings. When the machine is working properly it heats the milk, knits a blanket, makes little requests and bustles about trying not to think [âŚ].â
She wrote this when she was 19, one year into her marriage to Leo and as she was pregnant with the first of his 13 children.
A few years later, when she was 25 or so:
âI am so often alone with my thoughts that the need to write in my diary comes quite naturally ⌠Now I am well again and not pregnantâit terrifies me how often I have been in that condition. He said that for him being young meant âI can achieve anythingâ. For me [âŚ] reason tells me that there is nothing I either want or can do beyond nursing, eating, drinking, sleeping, and loving and caring for my husband and babies, all of which I know is happiness of a kind, but why do I feel so woeful all the time, and weep as I did yesterday? I am writing this now with the pleasantly exciting sense that nobody will ever read it, so I can be quite frank with myself [âŚ].â
During her 12th pregnancy she wrote about taking scalding baths and jumping from high pieces of furniture to try and miscarry. And at one point while reading her husbandâs diary (which he told her to read) she found the sentence âThere is no such thing as love, only the physical need for intercourse and the practical need for a life companion.â In her own diary she wrote âThey ebb and flow like waves, these times when I realise how lonely I am and want only to cryâŚâ
A few years before her husbandâs death, she published a cycle of prose poems titled âGroansâ, under the pseudonym âA Tired Womanâ.
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Iâm sorry, but the logic that a rapist âwonât stopâ because youâve warned other people about their behavior so itâs meaningless to warn other people is so stupid. I think potential victims actually have a right to know about predators in their community. Lack of accountability is not an argument against warnings, itâs actually an argument for them.
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