When I was a kid, Chernobyl happened. We weren’t that far away and although I was very little I still remember the fear and uncertainty in my parent’s faces. The following years were marked by research about what we can no longer eat, where our food comes from, etc
I also remember the fights about where to store nuclear waste.
I don’t want to burn coal. I am pretty upset about what happened to our clean energy plans. But I will also never trust nuclear again. And I think, so do many in my generation.
As someone speaking German, a brutally gendered language, let me tell you, they/them is awesome and I’d love to have something similar in German. There is so much fighting and discussions about “gendern” and it consumes so much energy that could be better spent elsewhere. And conservatives are having a field trip with this.
Looking for a new word is equally as hard if not way harder than using what already works fine.
Don’t you think that vegans know, that rice is a plant? That marketing is not aimed at us.
There are also a couple of reasons why someone might want to use a substitute for rice.
Growing rice is very water intensive. Rice contains traces of arsenic. And of course it’s full of carbohydrates.
The packaging is marketing and uses the same plant-based stick that is conflated with healthy food.
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I would suggest that you try something different. Do a little tutorial game in the Godot engine and learn all the things that you would need to implement yourself if you wouldn’t have the Godot engine doing the heavy lifting for you. This might help you to get a feeling for the scope of your endeavor. I think it’s hard enough to build a game where you don’t have to implement sprite movement, update ticks, physics, collision detection, etc yourself.
If you want to do it anyway because it’s awesome, there’s a running joke that there are like 50 game engines currently being developed in Rust. Go all in!
I’d say: do the opposite! Don’t plan anything, stay no more than two nights at the same place, jump on a train and see where you end up. Then, if you don’t like, just take the next train somewhere else.
I did this twice in my early twenties and it was amazing. I mean, it was absolutely horrible. I slept on bark benches, in Cafés, in train stations, before train stations (until they turned on the sprinklers)… I was picked up by the police because we got lost in a field and more than once I was convinced I’d die. But it was absolutely worth it and both trips became core memories / PTSD trigger.
But seriously, don’t follow this advice if you have a kid and are not an immortal twenty-something.