joaomarrom

"from the first time I logged on, it was pretty much always a deviantart highlight reel of semi-naked buff humanoid animals and anime booba, which was actually good"

• joaomarrom

by that I mean me, an Actual Idiot

The question is: how do I become a streamer? lmao

I know, I know, but the thing is, I've been teaching English for about ten years now and I'm frankly getting tired of the grind, waking up early as shit, teaching for six to nine hours each day and all that. I make good money, but I get the feeling that the real big money is in doing online stuff. Selling courses, making content, that kind of stuff.

My idea for a channel or twitch stream or whatever would be me playing games and then commenting on interesting aspects of the stuff characters are saying in the games. Some of the streams would be Q&As, some straight-up lessons on specific topics, maybe some streams dedicated to other stuff like films and TV shows. You get the idea.

The thing is, I don't even know where to start. I'm familiar with OBS, I have a good camera and mic setup that I already use for my online lessons, but I don't know where to start in terms of platforms, streamers to use as references and what I should expect from the process of cultivating an audience.

What do you folks think? Where should I begin?

Brazil's favorite Papa Nurgle daemonhost is at it again, folks.

I kindly request that you send my country your best thoughts and prayers. This time he was saved by SAMU, our free and public emergency healthcare service created by... Lula.

lol, lmao even

https://x.com/MannieMighty1/status/1907374084280697232

kkkkkkk se fode ae genocida do caralho

О черт, что же мне теперь делать?

I challenge you not to tap your foot as you listen to this absolute banger

Also, it caused a bit of a stir way back in the 1910s, when the first lady played it at a social event, per Wikipedia:

The song caused a minor scandal when the First Lady of Brazil, Nair de Teffé, performed it on guitar in public in 1914.[1][3] Catulo da Paixão Cearense's interpretations were successful and, in 1914, they encouraged Nair de Tefé to organize a recital to launch Corta Jaca, although Nair knew Chiquinha's songs, they never met in person. There were criticisms of the government and resounding comments about the "scandals" in the palace for promoting and disseminating songs whose origins were in lewd and vulgar dances, according to the conception of the social elite.[5]

I didn't get to play it in the dream, but I spent my morning thinking about what exactly the rules and gameplay would be like

fucking legendary bit LMAO

Folks, this is it.

After more than six months on Wellbutrin, being the unfocused mess I've always been, and being treated like a criminal and/or child by the most condescending, inconsiderate psychiatrist I've ever had the displeasure of seeing, I decided to say fuck it and find another professional.

For six months, I've been made to wait by my health insurance provider for an ADHD test that never came. I'm on a mysterious waiting list that moves forward at a pace that is known only to the Nether Gods and in all likelihood I'll never get to do this test anyways. All of this because apparently a psychiatrist does not have the authority to say "hey, I think you have ADHD, let's try a first-line treatment and see if it works for you." Silly me, thinking a psychiatrist would be able to diagnose a psychiatric disorder.

Well, my new psychiatrist decided to try a new approach: I've been on Lithium before, because a GP thought I might be bipolar. It didn't work, because... I'm not bipolar. So let's try ADHD medicine and if it works, then, well... in all likelihood, I truly do have ADHD.

Folks, it seems I do have ADHD. Vyvanse (actually Lisvenx, same medication, different name) works a treat. A goddamn treat, I say.

Yesterday felt like the first day of the rest of my life. Cheesy cliché, I know, but holy fucking shit it feels like an entirely new world has been opened to me. I taught five lessons without feeling like I was going to fall asleep for even a single moment. My mind is focused, and my internal monologue is only one audio track instead of four.

I have energy, I don't feel my eyes trying to shut on their own. I can simply get up and fucking do things. Easy things are easy to do. Difficult things are difficult to do for the correct reasons. I defeated the Fromsoft ADHD field boss: I folded all my laundry and put it away.

How did I spend more than 30 years of my life not feeling like this? How many opportunities did I lose, how many things did I abandon because I felt like I wasn't capable of doing them, not because of my lack of competence, but rather because there was an invisible wall of inability between me and even the simplest task? I now realize how much of a fucking legit disability ADHD is.

This is only my second day on this medication so I'm afraid that things might not always be like this from now on. I'm afraid that this effect may only be an initial honeymoon phase and I'll eventually go back to how I was before. If that ever does happen, though, I'll know that that disorganized mess of a human being is not all that I can be.

I can be better. There is hope.

This has been a life-changing experience for sure, and I hope that every single person who needs ADHD medication does get the opportunity to at least try it once, if only to realize that a better life is, in fact, possible.