Hello, I was wandering if there is any way to fullscreen the game!

Go into the Options menu, you can set the screen size to Small (1x), Medium (2x), and Big (4x). The game will always run on Windowed mode though.

Twitch

I’ve been looking to join twitch for a long while now and about 3 months decided to pursue this, however I decided I didn’t have a sufficient set-up for this.  So, I have started both a gofundme and fundanything profile to hopefully succeed and if any of you are interested in this I would very much appreciate it.  Only one of them allowed me to post backer rewards but I assure you I hold them true for both.  The links are; https://www.gofundme.com/2gnd7e5w and https://fundanything.com/en/campaigns/belavor-hits-late-night-game-streaming .  I appreciate it guys.

Ethical Dilemnas

I’d like to introduce a new segment in which I will concoct ethical dilemmas based off of real fears new advancements in technology and new political agendas create.  In it, I will have an entity who is against it debating in some format against a representative of the issue.  In this pilot exercise, I will have a concerned citizen who has petitioned against a bill supported by several major car companies to create mandatory self-driving vehicles as replacement for all current cars discussing this matter with an executive of one of the car companies.  The ethical dilemma in this scenario is the loss of jobs and career opportunities for the infrastructure built up around cars as they are now.

“So what exactly is the issue?”  The executive inquired.

“The issue,” I responded, “is that these new cars are going to cost tens of thousands of jobs!”

“Yes, there will be some displacement as positions become irrelevant, however there will also be just as many new jobs taking their place; this has always been the method to progress.”

“But these new jobs are not compatible with the old ones!  It’s not as if the people losing their jobs are just trading in hats, you’re creating a whole new field and we the American people won’t stand for it.”

“Oh?  Our focus groups suggest otherwise.  Besides, which jobs specifically are you concerned about?”

“If all cars become self-driving by mandate like your bill proposes, there would be no need for traffic cops, for one.  You’re putting police officers out of work.  And you say the cars would do self repair all on their own and take themselves to an automated garage when they need more intensive work, so there goes mechanics.  This charging station you’ve proposed would supplant gas stations nationwide.  The list goes on, sir.”

“But there will be technician jobs opening up, factory jobs opening up, not to mention tech support and customer service increases.”

“Do you think a gas station attendant is qualified to work as a technician?  Or that a police officer would put away his badge to go work in a factory?  They’ll try to find new jobs within their own field and there will be far too many applicants for a sizable percentage of them to get them.  By the time they would be settling for finding new work in the fields you claim to have opened up for them, all the spots will be filled.  You’ll be creating a new group of skilled but jobless individuals and if past examples are to be observed, this will lead to an increase in homelessness.  You’re destroying lives, do you not see that?”

“So should we do away with our advancements in farming?  Go back to thousands of people tilling fields by hand?”

“What dose that have to do with this?”

“You see, when advancements in farming technology came out, many workers lost their jobs, which lead to a loss in their homes, which lead to a group of homeless individuals.  They were skilled, but their skill no longer had any value because society had moved on.  Their children, however, grew up with a severe lack of opportunity to find any sort of work and the system created homeless dynasties.  So, based on your proposal to eliminate the progress my company wishes to indulge the world in, I surmise that you are disgusted at the prospect that some people could be negatively affected by this.  You therefore must also wish for us as a people to undo changes which have created similar results in the past, yes?”

“No, I don’t think we need to get rid of the technology we have now.  I just..”

“You just want to pretend you are superior than the people making those same changes now.  You have no ill will towards the people in the past who were in the same position my company is and you have no concern over the cost your luxuries have cost over the ages in developing.  In short, you are a hypocrite.”

“I’m not the hypocrite here,”

“Oh, but you are, you truly are.  You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

I left in disgust, with a tinge of shame.

Dream log 12-9-15

A child is seen asking a druidic priest how their garden is so luscious. The priest shows the child a figure made of crops and explains the figure is a fertility spirit who guards the garden. The child later accidentally destroys the figure and confesses to the priest. The priest teaches him fake magic words to revive the guardian and places the remains of the figure under a juniper Bush. The child walks away, trying to make out the hindi the priest is speaking. The child thinks, "someday I'll make you teach me the real words". A soccer team is stranded on a seemingly abandoned island that is actually home to a tribe of people who are obsessed with soccer. They challenge then to a set of matches. If the islanders win, the team joins them forever. If the team wins, the islanders help them leave. Anakin Skywalker as a child is called in to help against a team with a witch cheating. Later, a sorceror uses guilt magic on another witch, making her jealous until she kills him with lightning and hides the body. Her demon future brother in law sees this and tricks her into revealing the murder. They then call upon the druidic priest to reverse the murder and he counsels then into seeing neither of them were happy with the relationship. The priest then reveals she must do a memory reversal as the demon decides to do it all himself as he knows The right words to the ritual now. The demon was the little boy from earlier. The sorcerer is then shown hosting a cooking show, singing the theme song which is just a bunch of la's to a opera tune and then playing a def leppard song as drummer but with a super simple part of just occasionally tapping the beat. The demon looks to the camera and says " i only know music from rock band" and shrugs as a laugh track plays and the show fades out.

Desperate times

Update

I finally got transferred into pharmacy.

Dream journal ( times two)

Today, y'all get a double header. In the first dream, I was working at my Walgreens and I was cashiering for a customer. He was a black guy, about my height, with a blue cost and get capo on and he had a low raspy voice. I believed he was high, as after every item he'd point to the next one, laughing, saying, "ya gotta ring that up, too." At the end he asked for cigarettes and each time I would bring one over, he would shake his head and say, Nah, man, I said (a different kind of cigarettes." After a few times out this, he declared, "Man, whatchoo tryin' to do to me? I don't smoke that shit, that shits bad for you, man. Now ring me up a Slim Jim so I can pay." I hadn't seen any Slim Jims on the counter. I looked behind me at the basket of returned items, but there were none there either. I briefly wondered if he wanted me to go to their aisle and pick one, but as I turned around, there on the counter, was suddenly a display on the counter with Slim Jim and Jimmy Dean summer sausage. The man laughed and proclaimed, "can you believe this guy? Shit, mothe' fucke's crazy." I told him the total, completely bewildered at this and point. He looked at me oddly, as though I were some curiosity in a trinket shop, and said, "man I ain't got no money, I ain't no rich guy". He walked away, empty handed, and when I looked at the counter, the bags were gone, as was the mysterious displayer. I awoke. The next dream took place in a grocery store. I was shopping with two of my coworkers, henceforth named Ray and Sally. I saw a pair of girls I had met and seen a few times in the last few months. They are 16 and 17 each, the younger with dark, blonde hair and the other with hair a shade of chestnut brown. The blonde wore it about shoulder shoulder length and she had dark highlights as well. The brunette's came to midway down her back. I had come to act as a mentor to them, someone old enough to be thought of as knowledgeable about the world, but not so old that I would be unrelatable to them. The blonde would punch me lightly in the arm when I would make a sarcastic remark or when I would make a silly joke or when she was not feeling well. She had this sadness in her light blue eyes, a vestige of deep seated emotional trauma in the past. The brunette had known sorrows of her own, I could tell, but none as terrible as her friend's, and so she would do her utmost to support her. That was how they had come to trust me and come to me for assistance, I was the first person they had known who could reach out to the blonde and make her feel safe opening up. I should point out that I do not use the terms 'brunette' and 'blonde' to trivialize them or diminish them as people, it is simply that within the dream. their names were not known to me, only pronouns were ever used between us. I would also like to note that I was aware of my coworker's names. I left Jim and Sally to speak to the two girls. We sat on a bench, the blonde sitting between myself and the brunette as usual. She liked as though she had been crying and was still in pain. "What's wrong?" I asked. "My head," she bemoaned, "it's been hurting all day, Tylenol doesn't help at all." "Have you hit your head recently? Hard enough to give you a headache from it?" "Well yeah, obviously," this was said seriously, not as a sarcastic comeback, "but the headache came way before that". I thought to myself, 'then it isn't a concussion, though I shouldn't rule that out if she frequently hits her head. Perhaps some dietary change?' "Have you started eating different foods than usual? Or perhaps a new perfume, detergent, out fabric softener?" "No, I'm using the same ones as always." "Hmmm, any new medications?" She punched me in the arm and said, "oh yeah, my doctor started me on a new med. Ugh, if you'd just told me that was it a long time ago, I probably wouldn't need to hit you so much." I chuckled, for her that was a joke, and I was glad to have rooted out the source of this issue. I stood up, and the blonde surprised me by taking my hands and swinging me about for a short while, the first smile on her face since I had meet her. I wondered if she had finally started to believe there was hope for her world to improve when she stopped dancing and let go of my hands. "Well, we have to get back home, but thank you so much, I appreciate it.". She rushed at me and have me a hug which I sob reciprocated. They left and I went to find my coworkers. When I caught up to them, they were frantically getting the last of what we had come for, other customers staring at us in awe. Many were exchanging whispers and I noticed that most were looking directly at me. Bewildered, I came to a halt as realization dawned over me. It wasn't around town that I had met the girls, it was in past dreams. I began to feel panicked, I had imagined the whole exchange! Was I losing my mind? Or perhaps I was merely tired and strung out from work. "Where's the rush?" I asked them. "Everybody saw you go and sit on a bench, talking to yourself," Sadly began. "And it didn't help when you started doing that solo waltz," Jim put in, "these people are frightened." Oddly enough, I did not get the impression my behavior was bizarre or even a little out of the ordinary to them, they were simply concerned that so many people had seen. "What were you even daydreaming about?" Sally asked me. "I'd seen these two girls I had come to know, they seemed so real but just now I realized they were from my dreams and if imagined them. Am I losing it?" "Ooh," Jim exclaimed with a wink and a nudge, "were you 'tagging' them in your dreams?" He'd emphasized the word 'tagging' with air quotes. "No, nothing sick like that, I was like a mentor to them." "Ah, so you were giving them a big 'learning curve?" Yet again, he used the wink, nudge and air quotes. "No you perv, they were in high school." "Hey, I'm not the one dreaming about underage chicks." I was about to reply when Sally intervened. "Alright you two," she said scoldingly, "let's just get out of here. Suddenly, we were at Jim's truck. The groceries were already in the back and for some reason I had a red dolly, just like the ones we used at work. The others got into the truck and as began to enter, I awoke.

Happy Coffee is happy, this is a good day.

This just in

Got promoted to shift lead

man you can think someone is childish for liking stuffed animals and dressing up to go trick-or-treating and watching animated movies and anything else all you want but you want to know what is actually childish??? being rude because you think someone is childish for having fun and enjoying things when there are no age requirements to what can bring a person joy

someone’s not going to be invited into the blanket fort of happiness

and it’s you, my friend

hey!

howdy :D

To the post asking about a room full of mirrors

I need a Roxy/Fefeta reunion ok