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[Table] IamA Surveillance officer in a casino, AMA!

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Date: 2014-09-13
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How often do you catch people actually cheating rather than just people behaving badly? We don't have tables in our casino because were considered a 'Gaming center' so I never catch people cheating because its pretty much impossible on slots without an external device. We keep a good eye on external devices, specially if someone tries to plug something into the machine. Mostly we just catch people behaving badly, or we review the footage when someone does something stupid.
What games to people most often try to cheat? I've had people in my field that have worked elsewhere tell me that its mainly roulette and blackjack that they try to cheat, capping bets and undercutting them and such. Pretty easy cheats to catch.
Is there anything in particular which you specifically are looking forward to when you start your shift? I just look foreword to nothing bad happening, enjoying my lunch and Reddit and going home with everyone (staff and customers) safe.
And maybe seeing some one do something silly to give me a good laugh, like falling off a chair or something minor.
Can confirm, I too have the same job except we have table games. Those are basically the main way people cheat on blackjack and bacarrat. I was actually going to post the same AMA! Do you also visit reddit during work hours or are you guys much busier than we are?
Woah woah woah slow down there buddy we ask the questions here. Woah there ass_monkeys, your name is awesome.
We don't have Internet in our surveillance Room unfortunately. But on my break that's pretty much what I'll be doing. I have huge lulls in between the daily things I have to do and I can watch the cameras pretty good while I'm looking at reddit.
Did you take advantage of your position anytime, like a prank or something, although this looks a serious job but... Is it? Not as of yet, it's not as serious as you think until something happens. If shit goes down then you have to be focused and quick to get pictures of faces, license plates and such.
I've had the security try to play pranks on me when theyre bringing me food or something but I can see them on the cameras so it never works. For example, I asked for a pop (soda) from the machine and the security guy that was bringing it to me put a vinegar package around the end of the straw so that when I sucked to get pop I would get vinegar. I just took it off and drank my pop normally, told him good try haha.
Is there anything cool/fascinating thing you could share which an ordinary person wouldn't know? Something which impressed you? How many cameras we watch and the room is pretty cool/high tech looking. I feel like a boss with 12 computer monitors at my disposal.
Another fascinating thing would be how much money is handled and how people get accustomed to it very fast. When we count bills, we count 10s of thousands of dollars at a time with a money counting machine. The machine sounds like a hurricane and counts 100,000$ in mere seconds.
Why is it when a person is winning they get banned from the casino? The only places that would happen is in casinos with extremely high limits where the player is winning on 25,000$ hands over and over. This is called a whale and they would be banned after cashing out because the casino basically doesn't want to give them any more money. Casinos aren't like the cops, we can basically ban anyone for anything as long as we come up with a good reason to tell them. In Canada they pretty well never ban anyone for winning too much because no one wins too much, that only happens in Vegas and places like Atlantic city.
I work in a casino too as a dealer and again to add to this answer, if people win a lot they don't wanna ban them because there gonna come back and try again another day and eventually it all comes back. a casinos best friend is time. Right, as I say we don't do that ever so I'm just going off of what I've heard from others in the industry.
Do you have a "that guy" story, where someone in your line of works screws up SOOO badly that from then on no one wants to make a mistake and end up like "THAT guy"? We had one guy that would not shut the fuck up. Literally would sit there and talk and talk and talk about random bullshit like spirits and Jesus and other crap that no one wants to talk about. It got so bad at one point where me and the rest of the employees avoided being around him. He eventually went to the boss and asked him if everyone hated him, I'm pretty sure the boss didn't confirm nor deny. He no longer works with us because he got a new job somewhere else and quit on the spot hahaha.so basically if you're talking too much about non-sense, you're 'that guy'.
Thanks for answering our questions. Ever catch anyone getting it on in the middle of the casino? How do you handle obvious escorts that are trolling for business as well? Well we're a smaller establishment but obvious hookers are watched when they enter until they exit. If it looks as though they picked up a 'John' then we would inform the police.
I've seen one instance of people 'getting it on' in the parking lot. A guy had a woman/hook/escort in his truck in the far side of one of our lots and our security had to ask them to stop and leave the property. It was hilarious to watch because I wasn't the one that had to go out there and smell the stank when they opened the window of the truck.
So it wasn't as romantic as the car scene in Titanic? Not nearly, the was no easel.
What is the most wierdest/interesting/funny/etc... thing you have seen during your work? I can reply to both questions: Probably bodily functions.
One time a lady shit her pants then went to the bathroom and took off her underwear and left it in the stall, then left after smearing her ass juice all over the toilet and some on the wall.
Also we had one guy that would come in and piss himself, then proceed to sit in many other chairs and continue to gamble while still soaking wet. We had to take all the chairs that he had sat in off the floor because they smelled horribly of piss.
You have cameras in the bathroom??? Isn't that illegal? Hahahaha no we do not have cameras in the bathroom, but this is what the security found when they investigated the complaint. I then went back on footage to see her shitting herself on the slot floor.
Are there any blind spots in a casino? places where you cannot be captured by a camera? Yea there are but the thing is that the average patron doesn't know where they are and you cannot tell by looking at the cameras. Plus if you stand around looking at the cameras you will be watched very closely till you leave haha.
Most of the blind spots are in employee areas but not nearly as many as you would think because our cameras are set up almost perfectly.
That's why I always seem to have someone following new... I'm a naturally curious guy and my ex wife like to hit the casino once in a while. Yea generally they don't like people standing around, mapping out where the cameras are. Security will walk by you much more and if you do the slightest thing you're probably gone.
How much do you get paid and how does someone get into a casino surveillance job? We make about 17$/h.
To get a job in a casino as security or surveillance you would start by getting a security license, I don't know how it works in the US but here in Canada you must have one to be in a security position. It's about 300$ for the course and the test is kind of difficult, lots of law stuff. Some companies will pay for it, others won't. Then just apply at all the casinos in your area.
How often do you look down girls shirts? My cameras are all recorded so if I was constantly looking down girls shirts I would probably get a talking to. That said, I can place the cameras in such a way that it looks innocent when they walk by or stand in certain places and I can sometimes get a pretty good look. One time I could see full boobage and on the recordings it looked like I did nothing wrong because I didn't.
Lol awesome! Thanks for the reply op. No problem, buddy.
If shit goes down then you have to be focused and quick to get pictures of faces, license plates and such. Why do you need to be quick to get the pictures? Can't you just go back to get them? When I say that you would have to be quick when something dire happens is because from far away the cameras don't always grab a good picture of the face/vehicle/License plate # so I would have to be quick to react and zoom in at the correct angle and such to get an excellent picture for our files.
I then went back on footage to see her shitting herself on the slot floor. Okay so this is what i don't understand, if you are able to go back on the footage, (implying that the cameras are recording, atleast for a little while, instead of just streaming to a monitor) All the cameras are recording all the time, so if something happens and I don't see it (Very likely as I have a lot to watch at one time) then we would go back and save the footage captured of the incident.
We don't have tables in our casino because were considered a 'Gaming center' If there aren't any table games, is there anything different about your job than watching security cameras at any other workplace? Yes, the main difference is how we report things to BCLC/government. When anything important or dire happens, we report to the governing bodies with a computer program and that lets them know what happened, who's banned and why. Other than that, security guards that watch cameras usually have to investigate anomalies themselves, if anything happens while I'm watching I inform security and they investigate. I never have to leave my office.
What's the craziest thing you've ever seen while working? Other than the bodily functions, I've seen a guy get hit (we pretty much never have fights in the casino), I've seen car crashes on the street, People falling/fainting is always funny. Drunks puking is pretty funny too.
Everything is a little funnier when you don't have to deal with it directly but get to witness the whole thing.
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Real-life use cases for Monero

Here are a few examples of real-life use case for Monero that I found from masteringmonero.com that defeats any arguments accusing Monero of being a tool used to hide criminal activity. Although it can be used for such, Monero has a lot of legal uses as well which includes:
Price manipulation: Sofia is the only mechanic in a small town. One of her customers paid for an oil change with Bitcoin. Sofia later looked up his address on the ledger and saw that the customer's wallet contained enough Bitcoin for a new Lamborghini. Next time he needed a repair, she doubled her prices. If the customer had used Monero, Sofia would have been unable to view his balance or use such information to manipulate prices.
Financial surveillance: Oleg's parents send him some Bitcoin to pay for textbooks, then continue to snoop on his Bitcoin address and activity. A few months later, Oleg sends some leftover Bitcoin to the public donation address for an organization that does not align with his parents' political views. He does not realize that they are still monitoring his Bitcoin activity until he receives a furious email from his parents, berating him. If Oleg had used Monero, his family would not have been upset due to prying into his transaction activity.
Supply chain privacy: Kyung-Seok owns a small business providing family catering services for local events. A large food company uses blockchain tracing to identify most of his regular clients. The corporation uses this list to contact Kyung-Seok's customers, offering similar deals for 5% less. If Kyung-Seok's business used Monero instead, its transaction history could not have been exploited by rival businesses seeking to steal his customers.
Discrimination: Ramona finds her dream apartment, conveniently close to her new job in a great neighbourhood. Every month, she promptly pays her rent in Bitcoin. However, the landlord notices that some of the payments trackback to a legal online casino. The landlord personally despises gambling and unexpectedly chooses to not renew Ramona's lease. If Ramona paid the rent with Monero instead, the landlord would not be able to review its history and discriminate based on her legal source of income.
Transaction security/privacy: Sven sells a guitar to a stranger, and gives the buyer a Bitcoin address from his long-term savings wallet. The buyer checks the blockchain, sees the large sum of money that Sven has saved up, and consequently robs him at gunpoint. If Sven had instead given a Monero address for payment, the buyer would not have been able to view Sven's wealth.
Tainted coins: Loki sells some of his artwork online to save up for college. When he pays tuition, he is shocked to receive a “payment INVALID” error from the school. Unbeknownst to Loki, one of his paintings was purchased using some Bitcoin that was stolen during an exchange hack the previous year. Since the school rejects any payment from a blacklist of “tainted” Bitcoins, they refuse to mark the bill “paid.” Loki is in an extremely difficult position: the Bitcoin that he saved has already been transferred out of his account, yet the tuition bill is still unpaid. This entire situation would have been avoided if Loki sold his paintings for Monero instead since its fungibility precludes tracking or blacklists.
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Do you really like your beer, or are you just a victim of Capitalist Propaganda? How you can learn how the free market works while you guzzle some suds, and how beer can help you to understand the vast conspiracy that is slowly degrading America.

TL;DR - I use the craft beer industry as a way to understand Capitalist Propaganda, how Capitalism and Socialism are inextricably linked to each other, and how through the use of propaganda, companies use the "illusion of choice" to coerce you into believing that you prefer the products that are most favorable to them. In order to change this into the consumer's favor, you need to be an informed consumer in the free market, and raise class consciousness to overthrow the tyranny of Capitalist Propaganda, that is called "Marketing".
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You can't understand Capitalist Propaganda unless you have a solid understanding of what Capitalism is beyond the literal definition of the word, which is just an abstract ideal. Propaganda plays off of the discrepancies between the ideals of Capitalism, like the free market, which is another abstract ideal, and the reality of Capitalism in practice in America, which can be characterized as Trickle Down Economics. Capitalism sought to be a pragmatic alternative to its economic predecessors, a fact which drives Capitalist Propaganda. However, through layers of abstraction throughout the years, it has become more of a religion, as critics refer to the increasingly ideological concept as "Supply Side Jesus", meaning you give all the money to the rich, it'll trickle down to the poor, and they can "vote" on the actions of the capitalists through monetary interactions in the free market.
Capitalist Propaganda is engrained in America, because at the time of our founding, Adam Smith wrote "Wealth of Nations", which is considered the Bible of the Free Market. This groundbreaking work utilized Newton's Laws of Physics, which were en vogue at the time, to describe how interactions in the marketplace would balance each other out, just as the laws of Newtonian Physics do.
The very noble purpose of Wealth of Nations was not create the oligarchy we have today, but to do the opposite. He wanted to describe a system that would protect individual freedoms and be truly democratic. Just as Lenin and Stalin bastardized the works of Marx, so too have capitalists in America bastardized the intentions of Adam Smith.
Capitalism and Socialism are best learned side by side, in my opinion, to avoid falling into the trappings of either ideology that our brains like to do. Which one is better? It depends on the market, but the answer is almost always somewhere in between.
Through learning how Socialist concepts can be applied to problems in Capitalism, you can cut through the propaganda and will see for yourself that these problems can be solved if we just drop the labels and do what's best for society and the individual. The problem is always finding the proper balance.
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WHAT? CAPITALISM AND SOCIALISM ARE JOINED AT THE HIP?
Yep. You can never live in a pure economic system. Purity is always an illusion. If you want something to be pure, you have to put a lot of energy into making it that way. Nature likes to mix stuff up. This is why ideologies around racial purity and fascism always fail. There are people who want a "pure" economic system, but they are usually the people at the top and would only get richer from more purity while the rest of society loses freedom and slowly starves.
In a nutshell, Capitalism promotes laws that benefit those with money, while Socialism promotes a safety net that benefits everyone. Every single human is born into Socialism. As a baby, you need food, someone else works for it and gives it to you, but then at some point, you are expected to exchange labor for capital, and buy your own food. See? The two are forever bound as the yin and yang. You can also grow your own food, but for that you need land, which is capital.
These interactions are very tricky. I only want to tell you enough so that you can start to see Capitalist Propaganda, because right now, you're like a fish in water that can't see water. I often use this line to describe a person who can't see their own homegrown propaganda. The best way I found to study Capitalism is by relating it Socialism, the "air" above the "water" of Capitalism, if that makes sense.
I always find it best to look at a microcosm to understand these concepts. And today, that microcosm is beer.
Mmmm....Beeeeeeeeeerrrrrrr.....
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CONFLICT OF INTEREST AND THE ILLUSION OF CHOICE
Before I poison your mind with my own propaganda, picture you're on vacation and you walk into a bar and want to order a beer. If you really want to understand the power of propaganda in your own life, really think of this before we break this all down. Really think, what makes you decide which beer to order? Do you like to look at the labels on the tap or bottle? That's obvious propaganda. It has absolutely nothing to do with the taste or quality of the beer itself, but sways your opinion toward logos you've seen before, which is why you see so many beer advertisements, which means that money that could've gone into quality is instead going into propaganda, and you're already biased towards an inferior product. Interesting. You really can't help being swayed by marketing, but at least you can be conscious of that fact, and that's important in order to be an informed consumer.
Do you ask the bartender for a recommendation? Why would you do that? You don't know the bartender any better than the beers in front of you. How do you know they aren't paid more to offer you a beer that sucks and is 12 years old and the owner wants to get rid of it? Do you ask for a certain style of beer? Do you ask for a local beer? And once you finally narrow it down to a few choices, do you ask for samples so you can make up your own mind? You should always do this. Then we get into "flavor propaganda", which we'll discuss later. Jeez. Did you every realize there was so much complexity behind being an informed consumer and just ordering a simple beer? Maybe you'll give in and just tell the bartender to pour whatever. Choice is difficult sometimes.
If you really visualize this and take a minute to let this sink in, you'll start to understand how external forces hijack the processor in your mind to manufacture desire through the illusion of choice. However, your health and enjoyment of the beer is not the goal for these external forces, they only want you to purchase. The perfect example is fast food. They know their product sucks, but they know you'll keep buying it, but that doesn't keep them from lying about how delicious it is in their ads. There is far more at play behind the curtain. There is a science behind addicting you to things, this is reinforced by a corporate tax and subsidy system that contorts the free market pushing centralization of production through homogenization and use of chemicals to hide the homogenization, and simply because there is more than one option, they make you feel like you have choice. This, in a nutshell, is how the illusion of choice works in the free market. It's not about what YOU want. The producer manipulates you to think you want what they have. Through this, they deceive Americans into buying products with a list of ingredients that a person would never freely choose to consume. So if you want to order a beer with no shit in it, then you're shit out of luck in America. You could in Germany, but we'll discuss that later.
While you're standing at that bar, you aren't conscious of the fact that your interests are in direct opposition to those of the bar owner's. Capitalists hide this fact with their perfect smiles, but Marx described this in detail. You want the best beer for the cheapest price, and the bar owner wants to sell you the cheapest beer at the highest price you'll pay. It doesn't stop there. The bar owner flips roles in the same situation with the beer distributor, who does the same with maybe another level of distribution, and continues to the brewer, then goes to the brewer versus supplier, supplier to farmer, and even though you'd think it stops there, the farmer has to deal with suppliers of equipment and seeds, and on and on.
Add to this list their auxiliary staff of HR, drivers, managers, brewers, bottle/keg makers, and of course owners, none of them care whether you actually like the beer you're drinking as long as you keep buying more. That's the big driver here.
Did you ever realize that every time you buy a beer, your own capital is partially responsible for creating and sustaining all of these jobs involved? You, my dear beer drinker, are the true job creator. Budweiser can brew all they want, it means nothing without buyers, who are the true engines of capitalism. Instead, you're treated as a rube by suits in a boardroom somewhere.
Capitalist Propaganda tells us the billionaires are job creators, but this is a lie. Jeff Bezos can't drink enough beer to sustain all these jobs. So why do we let him hoard all the money? Wouldn't the economy do better if we spread out Jeff's money so more people could buy more beers and more jobs would be created? According to Socialist Economics, yes. That's actually, quite simply, a Socialist Free Market. Did you even know that existed? The power hungry greedy people who are too lazy for manual labor go to such great lengths to make sure you don't learn it. They want you to think that only Capitalism allows you choice in the market. I'm sure you can guess why they say that.
Capitalism maintains itself by exulting the wealthy who use their economic power to punch down. The only way this system won't fall into fascism and fail is if the consumers start to punch back. Where Marx envisioned the Dictatorship of the Proletariat as they usurped power from the Bourgeoisie, a modern alternative is just teaching people to understand the system we live in, so that we can just start making changes in the way we live and to whom we give our money.
See that? Capitalism and Socialism can get along nicely, so long as the consumers are informed.
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CLASS CONSCIOUSNESS AND THE ALIENATION OF LABOR CAUSING LONELINESS IN SOCIETY
What I described within the previous section is what Marx called "Alienation of Labor". Each step in the process of making your beer is isolated from the others, so no one feels ownership over the end product or a true connection to the consumer, or job creator. Even the bartender selling it is alienated from the profit of their labor in serving the beer, so they only focus on the service aspect of giving you the beer, because that is where they earn their tip. They can't really fix anything about a shitty beer other than to offer you a different brand. The capitalist owner is usually not there. Their only interaction is setting the rules for everyone in the bar to follow, and pay themselves more than everyone who has to follow those rules. This is part of the conflict between the classes. I'm not saying it's right or wrong, I'm just pointing it out. The bar owner themself has to spend money on propaganda to attract customers that could be spent in other places, so has to find ways to cut costs. Unfortunately, they buy cheaper beer...and this is why you end up with IPAs. No one is connected to the products, so they only look at prices and find the cheapest, passable product. This is the race to the bottom of Capitalism.
Compare this to when brewpubs were a new thing. The brewer would come out and talk to you about the beer, you would give feedback that could effect future batches and it connected everyone to each other through commerce. It makes business "social" and I think nearly everyone enjoys that, but it is losing out in competition with chain breweries that enforce isolation and make cookie cutter propaganda and cookie cutter business models so they can turn owners into managers and suck all the profit back their corporate headquarters and offshore accounts. They kill the experience and make everything transactional. And all the kitsch they hang around their cookie cutter chain bar is just to hide the fact that no one in that place cares about anything other than not getting fired. Everyone is effectually alienated from everyone else. It's worth a read to check out this page on Marx's Theory of Alienation.
This alienation is the root of a lot of misery in society. Humans are communal animals forced to live in a society of individuality and alienation. As they mope around, they seek an escape. And that is why advertising is so nefarious. It seeks to manipulate you in that state. Imagine driving home from your alienating job to you empty home, but looking up and see a billboard with bunch of actors laughing and drinking beer. They take pictures that make these actors look like friends. It's just for show. They aren't selling beer to those laughing people in the picture. They're tempting lonely people to drown their sorrows. Capitalist Propaganda is used so your brain doesn't understand what it wants. It wants friends, then sees the words Bud Light. So when the bartenders asks...Make it a Bud Light. Look at how much money they spend to manipulate and capitalize on people's suffering.
Propaganda in Communist countries is controlled by the government, so it's clear who the enemy of your freedom is. Capitalist Propaganda hides behind the layers of complexity of the same economy you rely on to survive, so you never know what's propaganda or where it's coming from. Marketers find every way imaginable to get their disinformation in front of your eyes, even enlisting your friends on Facebook in annoying MLM schemes. Propaganda invaded everything that can be legally monetized. It's in the media, and not just commercials anymore. There's product placement, stories injected into the news, and even movies and social media created an entire industry of "lifestyle propaganda", telling you how to live your life and indulge in overconsumption. It's REALLY hard to get away from Capitalist Propaganda. There is so much money and research behind it and so much depth, even this long post is only barely scratching the surface. I just want to open your eyes to it.
I can't make you see all this. No one can. I can only describe it as best as I can. What you will experience when you understand this is what I call "Economic Enlightenment", similar to what Marx called "Class Consciousness". Once it happened to me, the world looked amazing, and the shitty propagandists selling us false hope all look like clowns in a very odd circus of vanity, despair and mediocrity.
Once I understood this, I saw clearly how we are increasingly trapped in a form of Corporate Slavery, led by seriously ridiculous oligarchs like Mark Zuckerberg, who thinks he's the reincarnation of Augustus Caesar or something. That's why he has that haircut! This is a guy who stole a company and hired "screen psychologists" from Las Vegas to get you hooked on Facebook the same as casinos do with slot machines. He wants to be the funnel for propaganda throughout the world. He wants to be the kingmaker, decide what people buy, who they like, what views they hold. He can only do this because so many companies spend so much money to put their propaganda on that platform. They can only have this much money because the free market is not actually free. It's bought and paid for on platforms like Facebook and Amazon. The money that was supposed to "trickle down" is instead being spent on Capitalist Propaganda on these platforms, to get the proletariate to trickle their money up through endless, nonsensical online purchasing and local businesses who send the town's money to people who can't do anything with it but buy up properties that increase your rent and cost of living.
When people get drunk on the power of propaganda, they forget the lessons of the past. Propagandists always fall prey to their own delusions over time. In reality, your life is better without Facebook. There isn't anything on there that is healthy. Even if you just want to talk to a few friends, you are going to fall for the propaganda there. You can't help it. And if your bar advertises on Facebook, just think, that money could've gone into purchasing higher quality beer then sold at the same price, instead of going to Mark Zuckerberg so he can drop $30 million to buy the houses around him so no one can spy on him while he spies on you. You really gotta watch out for a guy who combines spying and propaganda all into a single app and thinks he's going to bring 200 years of peace to America. History is littered with knuckleheads like that. It's best to get off Facebook and encourage everyone else to do the same. Zuck only wants to lead himself to the Promised Land, and he's using your ignorance to fuel his own delusions by deluding you into thinking you want what he has to offer.
Let's get back to beer.
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IPAs AND THE FREE MARKET VS THE RACE TO THE BOTTOM
I like beer. When I worked in Germany, it was easy to walk into a bar and, like Farva, just order a liter o' beer. Often, there would only be two choices, light color or dark. As a matter of fact, even at the most famous beer festival in the world, Oktoberfest, people mostly drink the same standard type of beer, and no one complains about the lack of choice. It's quite easy. You can order with one finger. No need to see a menu or ask what's in it. It's simply beer. This worked for centuries. Consumers are fine with it. Prost! Have you ever shared a story like this and people say, "Oh, that would never work in America. Americans want choice." Yeah. Because we are flooded with Capitalist Propaganda.
So if consumer choice isn't pushing for a selection, why would a free market call for it? Imagine there are two bars and one of those bars says "30 beers on tap" and the other doesn't. You're more likely to choose it, and the other bar will have to compete in some way, often by copying. This forms trends, and people mistake this for something customers wanted. Trends are always marketing. Don't believe me? What happened to fidget spinners? So now you have a bunch of beers that no one asked for, yet will now demand. Competition creates more Capitalist Propaganda to create demand for something you never even wanted, but makes you think you do. And that's the best propaganda. You think you are thinking for yourself. This is the fallacy of consumer choice.
If you want to understand just how important that last paragraph is, consider this, "consumer choice" is the same propaganda they used to get you to carry around a device that spies on you 24/7 and sends that data to people you don't know, and you can't stop it, can you? You chose that. You wanted it. Not only that, but you paid $1,000 for the device to opt into their spying program, for the privilege of being mind controlled by the propaganda their AI selects for you. Did you read the Terms of Service? As bad as you may have thought Communist Propaganda was, Capitalist Propaganda is far better, and far stealthier. You believe you have freedom of choice. But your only choice is usually take it, or leave it. Oh, you need it for work? Maybe find a different job. Or just succumb to mass surveillance, and next year, you can drop another grand on a device with a marginally better camera.
There is a way to free yourself. You just have to understand the nature of propaganda. It took me a while, but I eventually broke free. Under Socialism, there would be laws against the exploitation of consumers. Capitalist Propaganda tells you that this takes away your freedom. This is a lie. Regulations give you the freedom to not have to worry whether the beer you're drinking has poison in it.
Germany has a lot of regulations on beer. It has the Reinheitsgebot (purity order), a law passed in 1516 that states that beer can only consist of water, hops and barley. Note, this is a different use of the word "purity" from earlier, as beer is itself a mixture of things. Historically there have also been regulations where beer could only be sold regionally, so no matter what part of Germany you were in, you only got a certain brand of beer at the bar, but it didn't matter because they all had the same ingredients. They could make wheat beers or unfiltered, but they were generally variations of pilsners and lagers. One meaning of the word "Lager" in German is "storage", meaning the beer was brewed in a way that it could be stored, allowing them to brew in bigger batches and store it.
Lagers use a more complex brewing process, so only larger breweries would make them, but this worked because of protected territories. America has a similar system, because each state has its own regulations on alcohol, but this is changing as corporate lawyers fight to homogenize the rules favorable to them, but the consumer loses control. Big brands tend to be lagers as they have general appeal to a wide audience. Did you notice this is the second time I pointed out that corporations create homogeneity? Without regulations, corporations create Fascism. That is why I tell people that we already live in the NWO but corporations rule the world instead of governments. Why do you think so few conspiracy theorists make this connection? Propagandists are paid a lot of money to keep even our small community confused about the reality of what's happening. Now, check out conspiracy and you'll see what I mean. They are spreading propaganda for the NWO over there and don't even know it. I tried to point that out and they finally banned me. Oh well. They'll figure it out in their own time.
In America, in 1978 it became legal to brew beer at home. This is what led to the explosion of new beers in the US decades later. Americans don't have purity laws, so could test new recipes. But people didn't generally like IPAs before, so how did they become so popular that they control 30% of the market? Marketing, of course. Create the market and tell people what they want.
IPA stands for India Pale Ale. It was invented by the British as an easy way to make a beer that they could drink in India. People only drank it out of necessity, as the other beers couldn't make the trip. IPAs are very easy to make and very forgiving, because if you mess it up, it already tasted bad anyway. As people started trying to get into microbrews, they often didn't have the capital to make lagers at small scale, and also wanted a simpler process so they didn't have to hire or train expert brewers, IPAs are cheap and easy to make at smaller scale.
In order to make it drinkable, brewers experimented with many different flavorings. This created a cult following of craft IPAs, where people would drive hours to stand in line for hours to try the newest concoction. The trendy nature of the craft beer world kept people training their palate to adapt to the taste of an IPA, making people start to actually like them. The flavorings made people think they were different, so even if they didn't like it, marketing tactics kept people coming back to try the latest blend. Your palate can adapt A LOT. Swedish people love Surströmming, but watch this video of Americans trying it for the first time. They tried to get me to eat it several times, but I would rather sit in a sauna until Tuesday to avoid smelling it while watching them eat it. It really smells that bad.
IPAs enticed people with popular, aromatic ingredients like bananas and pineapple. This is what I call "flavor propaganda". It's not bad in and of itself, but it can be easily misused to cover issues with quality or hide the taste of preservatives. Since we don'e have laws like Germany, you're left to rely on the knowledge and honesty of the bartender to find out. They don't make this info readily available, which is another form of Disinformation.
So if you think you actually like IPAs, just remember, you are just like a Swede eating rotten fish. A lot of propaganda went in to making IPAs popular, but it's the cheapest, easiest product to make that can be sold at the highest price, so they become popular. This is what business students call a business plan. To overcome the bad taste, IPAs were marketed as "classy" to shame you if you choose the more expensive to produce and more appealing pilsners and lagers, which were given a bad name due to being associated with major brands like Bud Light. This makes it harder to market microbrew lagers, which can only fetch a certain price due to association. And this is what is referred to as the "race to the bottom" in Capitalism.
Instead of trying to innovate ways to produce the beers you want, they just figure out how to get you to pay more for an inferior product, just like they do with BBQ. They make you think you want it. From this you can understand why "food" is full of junk that you wouldn't feed your dog. Whatever legal poison helps cheapen the product is considered "smart business", another propaganda term designed to hide the reality of doing immoral and harmful things to other humans for profit. If you make money on it, it's good. As if there aren't better choices we could come up with if there truly were a free market with an informed consumer.
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STRENGTHEN THE FREE MARKET BY BEING AN INFORMED CONSUMER
We don't need a Communist Revolution to make positive changes, so take off your ski masks and put your Antifa flags down. I like microbrew culture and still enjoy IPAs, but understanding the marketplace is how I do my part as an informed consumer and job creator to help create the world that I want to live in. I encourage you to do the same. Vote with your dollars. Don't let the Zuck-type sociopathic, corporate people in a distant land decide what you consume by looking at ads on his platform. Visit local breweries and talk to the brewmaster. Don't reinforce alienation from labor. Connect with the people who make the things you buy. Support independent entrepreneurship. These are the paths to a brighter future where we share in the abundance of wealth.
Discover Economic Enlightenment for yourself and realize that We The People are ultimately in control. Wealth inequality is greater than it was in France before the French Revolution. Don't let this train take us into the depths where another Lenin will arise and spend the night shooting people.
How you choose to spend your money today is what decides what will become the society of tomorrow. And remember, you always have the choice to buy nothing at all. I never saw a billboard that said that.
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LET THEM DRINK BEER!
I hope this gave you a glimpse behind the curtain of Capitalist Propaganda. Propaganda isn't just political, it has invaded everything and it's at full blast right now. I hope you can piece together how Capitalist Propaganda is actually designed to make you subservient by controlling what you want so they can maximize their own profit and teach you to accept whatever they offer, the homogenization of choice. However, your life is your own and you should remain in control of all aspects of it, including your desires.
Richard Wolff is an economist who studied at three elite universities in America and discusses how he was not able to even learn about Socialist Economics in the ivory tower, even though Capitalist Propaganda calls universities leftist. He found no department in America that is even willing to teach it or study it. Capitalist Propaganda censors these ideas, especially at the university. People in power don't want the serfs to learn about themselves. Check him out on YouTube. You'll realize that unchecked Capitalism leads to Fascism and Slavery, which is why they want to get rid of the minimum wage, so that we can return to sharecropping which is already increasingly happening in America under different names, like "student debt", "mortgages" and "insurance". Don't you think it's odd that a person has to go into debt so they can generate profits for corporations who really ought to be paying for this education themselves? If you have to go into debt before they'll hire you, it's much easier to negotiate against you.
If you want to see other examples of propaganda, check out this random tweet from one of America's Top Capitalist Propagandists. These are very odd pictures, and the only thing I can see in them is that they must be promoting those outfits, likely the blue dress, maybe those men's outfits as well. One thing you know is that she didn't become a billionaire by letting any single opportunity to enrich herself at the expense of others pass her by. I didn't look it up, but I am certain they sell that blue dress, or whoever does paid her to post this.
That's the main reason celebrities use social media. It's marketing. Their whole schtick is to sell garments made in a sweatshop in a foreign country by people who can't even afford a beer to Americans who are facing bankruptcy and homelessness themselves.
Read the replies of the tweet. These people have influence that vastly outsizes their understanding of their impact on the world. There are guillotines in the comments. There usually are. I'm seeing them a lot lately.
This type of propaganda is everywhere. And it's destroying America. Just like propaganda led to the demise of Nazi Germany, we could be looking at the same thing, but worse. It could start off as famine.
If you're having trouble deciding between the beers you are being offered, it's probably because you don't want anything at all, in which case the proper choice is: nothing. Or, try tap water. Maybe you're just thirsty. Now ask yourself, when you envisioned yourself at a bar, did you ever think to order water instead? Did you entertain the idea that you didn't even want a beer. That's the power of suggestion.
What if the rest of the world just cut America off from the means of production outsourced to areas with cheap labor? We would have our own famine and likely war. And if we have a revolution here, with the masses in the country being so disinformed about everything and not having any sort of class consciousness at the moment and instead stuck in alienation, the leader that rises here will likely lead to something horrifying. And we censor ourselves from pointing out the simple fact, that the only way America will survive is to tax the deluded royalty like Kim and Mark back to reality, so they can't indulge their reckless, childish delusions by selling off the very fabric of our nation to the highest bidder.
That doesn't make me a Socialist, that just makes me honest.
Enjoy your beer!
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Thanks for reading and I hope I helped you understand how you can empower yourself. I'm excited about the one I wrote for Election Day tomorrow to keep our NOPOL spirits up while all the politics clouds the airwaves. Cheers!
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(Theory) The Sun Ending Isn't Real (Spoilers)

In the Sun ending, an Illusive Man named Mr. Blue Eyes hires V for a job to steal data from an orbital casino called The Crystal Palace; V, who at this point, has nothing to lose and is just killing time, accepts the mission and is last seen floating in space towards the Crystal Palace station.
But what if none of that was real or at the very least, fabricated?
In the mission "Dream On", you are hired by the Peralez family to investigate an intrusion in their apartment, as you investigate the house you find a few oddities, specifically a wedding photo that has red roses in it, however Elizabeth Peralez remembers them as blue roses, as you investigate further you find a secret room that that a bunch of gear for surveillance and observation and a signal linking it together, you are then tasked to find where this signal is coming from, you follow a van to Northside where a shootout ensues; once clear, you jack into the van to discover that the Peralezes have been having the brains secretly rewired, V notes that red parts of their brain are becoming blue, as a sign of how far this has rooted in.
You are then told to meet Elizabeth in a Sushi bar, she talks about how she's had her suspicions but kept quiet for the sake of keeping her family safe; after she leaves, Johnny brings up how they were testing a process similar to what we're seeing during the war, basically Gaslighting as he puts it.
Near the end of this quest you are to meet Jefferson and report your findings, you are then called by an unknown number who temporarily shuts down your systems and warns you that whatever you're doing is useless, now while the conversation with Jefferson isn't interesting, what IS interesting is who is observing you; in the distance you see a figure watching you as you're talking to Jefferson, after you're done your conversation, the quest completes but the figure is still there, allowing you to scan them; it is none other than Mr. Blue Eyes.
So what if the same thing that happened to The Peralezes is also happening to V during the Sun ending; when you go to meet Mr. Blue Eyes at Afterlife, he mentions the job as impossible but also says "You know why I hired you? Because you'd do anything at all for even the faintest chance at survival; Even if it meant coming within a hair's breadth of your untimely death." Insinuating that he knows about V's condition and is somewhat "Gaslighting" V into believing that this job might have a chance to save them.
Another interesting note, remember that wedding photo that has red roses in it but Elizabeth remembers them as blue roses? During the Sun ending, in the space ship, there's a blue lining within the ship when Mr. Blue Eyes talks, but when V talks there's a bit of an orange ish tint that pops up before Mr. Blue Eyes talks again and is back to blue; I'm not too convinced on that part as it could just be a lighting thing, but if it isn't, it's an interesting idea that links it all together.
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Analysis: Does Robin charge you too much for house upgrades and how I concluded she is a diety.

Analysis: Does Robin charge you too much for house upgrades and how I concluded she is a diety.
Ever since a Let’s Play got me into Stardew Valley, I’ve fallen in love with the world. It’s something special, a place to relax and get away from the world’s problems. Here, you can pay bills with the sweat of your own brow, make friends, fall in love, and can escape the drudgery of modern life. It’s magical in its own way.
I’ve played hundreds of hours over multiple save files. I’ve been wondering one thing just recently, however. I remember when I first asked Robin for house upgrades and the sheer bowel-emptying amount she asked for. Seriously? That much for a kitchen? Now that I haven’t left my house for the past several weeks, fear human contact, and have deep dived into the paranormal, I’m overthinking something constantly: with regards to modern housework, does Robin the carpenter over or under charge you for her work?
To figure this out, it’s going to require a fair bit of math and a lot of guesswork. I’m going to have to establish a lot of ground rules but I’m going to try and be as accurate to real world costs as I can. We need to learn four things:
  • What year does the game take place so we can calculate accurate inflation?
  • What is the square footage of the house and its upgrades?
  • What is the exchange value of gold, the game’s currency?
  • What is the cost of Robin’s labor?
Let’s tackle the first. To do this, I scoured around to look for modern conveniences. Primarily, I found these five:
  • Leah mentions she has a laptop
  • The carpentry shop sells Plasma screen TVs.
  • There is what appears to be an old Apple computer monitor in Harvey’s clinic and Maru’s room.
  • Sam has an electric guitar and what looks like a plasma screen computer monitor in his room.
  • In Mr. Qi’s casino, the slot machines do not have a lever. This is important because that gives us a firm earliest date of 1963.
Another interesting factoid is the number of Cathode-ray TVs you see in Stardew Valley. These are the precursors to plasma screens, which were in turn succeeded by LCD screen TVs. Additionally, a large number of your starter houses comes preequipped with Cathode-ray TVs. Granted, this may be because the farmhouse was abandoned for many years before you came along, but there exists another such TV in 1 River Road where we often see George watching his shows. I will concede that George and Evelyn are quite old and may not have the tech savvy nature of Sebastian to get something more modern, so that can’t be an accurate measurement. Plus, Alex’s mental acumen is a little... questionable.
As for crafting recipes, there really isn’t anything worth talking about. Magic items I won’t talk about because it has no real world comparison; that also throws out the wizard shop’s items. The furniture catalog has nothing of note to pinepoint a date, and nor does Pierre’s General Store, Joja Mart, Joja Warehouse, the Blacksmith, Stardrop Saloon, or Marnie’s ranch. Leah doesn’t mention anything about her laptop, so that is of little help.
So the casino gives us a low bound. Although manufacturing of the plasma screen TV stopped in the US in 2014, plasma screen TVs were losing their market shares around 2007 and factories were shutting down. As you can buy them like hotcakes and fill a shed with them, 2007 is our upper bound.
The price for plasma screens was quite pricey for residential homes. 1995 was the year 42 inch plasma screens became commercial, and some had home installation priced somewhere around US$15,000. Still not quite the size of the queen or king sized bed you and your spouse have (the size of the plasma screen in the game), but sixty inch plasma screen TVs were sold around the year 2000, and that is plenty big. Given the size of the screen in the game is roughly three tiles just like your bed, I think it’s safe to say this is around the size of our estimate. Our rough year range is now 1995 to 2007. Let’s split the difference and say the game takes place in 2001.
We have our year.
To calculate the size of our farmhouse, we need some baseline measurement. Luckily, the game is pixelated so we can be quite accurate in our measurements. Unluckily, we have no confirmed height of anything, so we have to intuit some things. Reddit user asparagus made this excellent size chart, so while I can just use that and save myself a lot of work, let us do some measurements of our own and then measure the farmhouse with both this method and asparagus’ method.
First, there is the height of plants, but those can vary widely. For instance, you can pot prickly pear cactuses in your farmhouse, but their height can vary anywhere between one and seven feet. Plant height is a no go. The average height of a minifridge is forty three inches (109 cm) tall, so unless you are a dwarf, that’s not right either. The fences are also a good starting point, as most agricultural fencing stands at four feet (1.2 m).
Here we don’t have to do much; all fences are forty eight pixels in height. Four feet equals out to forty eight inches (121.92 cm). It doesn’t get more perfect than that!
Trigger warning: incoming math.
Now comes the really tricky part: getting the dimensions of each iteration of your farmhouse, and squinting at my computer screen like a mole in order to count pixels; we must include walls as well as that is included in square footage. Our first iteration has pixel measurements of 704x496. Add in the doorway (136x64pixels), and then we’ll still convert for square feet. 704 * 496 + (136 * 64) = 318,452 pixels/sq, which (dividing by 12^2) converts to 2,211.47 ft/sq. Damn, we’re well on our way for most modern mansions.
I have to have messed something up (205.45 m/sq, btw). The average firebox (the inside of a fireplace where you burn wood) tends to be around 32x20 inches (81.28x50.8 cm). Ours is... 72x40. Twice as large. I also haven’t even begun to calculate the farmhouse’s height because Robin is beginning to scare me.
Alright, new plan, we’re going with asparagus. I married Haley and took her measurements. She is 104 pixels tall, and since she is 65 inches (165.1 cm) according to asparagus, that gives us a measurement of .625 inches/pixel (1.5875 cm/pixel).
Side note, I really want some Twizlers right now.
So instead of having pixels as at a 1:1 ratio, we have something a little more lenient, but things are looking a little... grim. We’ll have to convert each individual amount, so we have (704 * .625) * (496 * .625) + ((136 * 64) * .625^2) for 124,395.31 inches/sq, 863.86 ft/sq., 80.25 m/sq. But still, we haven’t even begun to calculate the actual volume of our farmhouse yet, so these numbers are going to explode.
I’m beginning to think Robin is Hestia. Yoba is not the only deity in this town.
Alright, calculating the rest of the floor spaces is a little boring so let’s speedrun this.
Wall height for the farmhouse is 140 pixels, so (140 * .625) * 124,395.31 inches/sq / 12^3 = 6,298.95 ft^3 (178.36 m^3) for the farmhouse, and 25,800.51 ft^3 (730.58 m^3) using my method.
Just... let’s move on.
Second iteration has me doing a fair bit more work.
Wall height is 135 pixels, and rightmost—wait, the walls are shorter? Weird. Anyway, the rightmost room has dimensions of 486 for width by 375 for depth (and the same cubby dimensions), giving us cuboid dimensions of 24,603,750 pixels^3, which converts to 14,238.28 ft^3 (403.18 m^3), and 3,476.14 ft^3 (82.83 m^3) using asparagus' method
Middle corridor has a dimensional width of 42 pixels by 87 depth, giving us a total of 285.47 ft^3 (8.08 m^3), and 69.69 ft^3 (1.97 m^3) using asparagus' method.
Leftmost room (the kitchen) has a width of 870 and depth of 375, with a doorway of 136x64. That gives us a cuboid area of 314,019.38 ft^3 (29,173.11 m^3), and 6,388.74 ft^3 (180.91 m^3) using asparagus' method.
That gives us a grand total for a tier two home of...
... 328,543.13 ft^3 (29,584.37 m^3) using my method and
... 9,934.58 ft^3 (281.31 m^3) using asparagus' method.
So Robin added at a minimum 3,635.63 cubic feet to your house in three days by herself. Even if you extend the days and months to roughly align with our own calendar, that would be a mere nine days. How much powdered starfruit did she snort in order to do that by herself? I 100% believe Emily is the town’s dealer. I didn’t even calculate the length of the farmhouse loft. It’s doable, and even though you can’t enter it in the game, a bigger farmhouse means a bigger loft judging by the look of it.
Anyway, I’m not going to calculate the loft area right now. I’m not going to calculate the other tiers of your farmhouse either, even though that was my intent when I started this analysis. The math is easy enough, but it gets boring to type, and no doubt to read. Plus, I’m a little stunned by Robin's carpentry acumen. C’mon Robin, stop upgrading my house. Exercise with the girls, dance with your husband, smoke some weed, I dunno, RELAX.
But in a strange way, it makes a weird sort of sense. Pretty much no one plays the game with auto-run turned off, but do so for a moment. See how fast you move. That is your normal pace, and auto-run is you, an Olympian god, sprinting around town every second of every day, helping the shit out of everyone whether they want it or not, snorting the same starfruit mixture you got from Robin to keep going, who may have gotten it from Linus (my money is still on Emily). We’ve become so accustomed to seeing the run animation as our default I almost didn’t realize it doesn’t translate to modern life. The boards in your house, I almost took those as your normal 2x4 planks of wood (which actually measure 1.5x3.5, the world lies to me). They are not. They are almost the width of your entire body, and your walking pace (sorry I can’t get an exact pixel measurement) covers roughly one and a half boards, a similar length to a normal human gait. The art style fooled even me until now, but your house is massive.
Let’s just answer our other two questions. What is the exchange rate? Calculating the exchange rate of a fictional world is always tricky as they have different concepts of rarities, but I’ll give it the ol’ college try. Once again, I can’t do anything with magic. Let’s first list some things of note:
  • Iridium is fairly easy to get around Stardew Valley once you are able, and that is a rare and valuable metal, with a current price of US$1,510 per troy ounce.
  • You can purchase a golden column to place on your farm, and gold has a current price of US$1,643 per troy ounce
  • Conversely, while the first two are rare and valuable metals, crops such as corn are valued at prices like 150g, a very unusually high amount if exchanged 1:1 to USA dollars.
  • Going back to plasma screen TVs, we can use its price history and then convert currencies to Stardew Valley gold.
Now you may be tempted to say we can’t translate iridium and gold’s prices to real world market values, and normally you may be right, but there are some extenuating circumstances in the game: the town is right next to two very large mines. It is even a plot point once you clear the glittering boulder that the water carries ore from deep inside the mountain. Yes, gold and iridium are valuable, but your location to ore veins is important; gold and iridium may be uncommon resources but you have access to very specific places where they are more common, otherwise known as the scarcity heuristic). This also explains two facts about iridium: discounting magic, iridium is quite rare in the game, just like real life. Secondly, Clint’s prices make a lot more sense not only because it’s endgame material, but because iridium is super dense and has a very high melting point, thus making it a very difficult material to work with.
But by far the biggest challenge of this question is figuring out whether or not items you produce factor in the cost of your labor or not. For instance, lace is made of simple materials that even in the days of Victorian England, it was easy to get. However because lace was so time consuming to make, it could command absurd prices. Thus, one of the first things we need to discover is whether or not the game takes into account cost of labor or not.
So I am going to take you all back to school and talk about someone who’s old and dead: Adam Smith. It was he who talked about the cost of labor in his book The Wealth of Nations, and because of that, I bring up this particular line:
“...From century to century, corn is a better measure than silver, because, from century to century, equal quantities of corn will command the same quantity of labour more nearly than equal quantities of silver.
Why did I mention corn above? This is why. Prices may vary, but agriculture has been around for thousands of years and the cost of a farmer’s labor equals about the same.
According to Dylan Baumann, Stardew Valley corn plants have a profit value of 535 gold per plant. Our corn plant profits are about as high as they can get without adding something new into the mix, and we don’t want that yet.
Let’s set some ground rules:
  • Cultivatable farm space on the standard farm equals out to 3,427 spaces, but we’ll round that down to 3,350 for iridium sprinklers, iridium watering can, and scarecrows, equaling maximum farming with no loss of crop.
  • We’ll keep Dylan’s ground rules, so no fertilizer.
  • No preserves, jams, wine, and juices.
  • No farming efficiencies and crop selling bonuses.
  • No use of the greenhouse to grow crops outside of the growing season.
If you plant the entire farm with corn and stop harvesting on Fall day 28 when the growing season ends, that lets you harvest a total of 11 ears of corn per plant. Multiply that by 3,350, we get a total of 36,850 ears of corn for your entire farm. Corn is measured in bushels, and a bushel of corn can be anywhere between 40 and 60 ears of corn, but we’ll say you really pack it in for 60, meaning your growing season for corn produces 36,850 / 60 corn for a total of 614.17 bushels per year.
The USDA has a 2001 labor value of corn at US$2.92 per acre (and that matches the Iowa labor statistic), and using 156 bushels per acre, that brings our labor cost per bushel at... US$00.02. That’s a real pittance. Considering bushels of corn retailed around $2.11 per bushel in 2001, that is an incredible markup of 184.85 times.
We’re almost done with the dreaded math, I swear.
Corn retails at 100g apiece in Stardew Valley(You get 50 gold from Pierre, so he has a 100% markup), meaning the labor cost should be around 184.85 times less that amount, meaning it takes about 0.54 gold to make one ear of corn.
Your average US farmers salary $55,000 and $100,000, and we’ll take the middle of $77,500 for our measurements. Dividing the farmer’s salary by the total ears of corn our farmer grows in Stardew Valley, we get a labor cost per ear of corn in US dollars of $2.10 per ear of corn. Now we multiply this by our markup ratio to get the IRL retail cost of corn in Stardew, getting US$237.08! Damn that better be some good eating! We divide that number by the Stardew Valley retail cost of corn, netting us a real world conversion of gold of, drumroll please, $2.37 US dollars per gold in 2001.
Now just for funzies, let us calculate the actual salary of your famer in Stardew Valley. Multiplying your 36,850 ears of corn by 50 gold (your selling price of gold, not the retail price of 100g), that nets you 1,842,500 gold per growing season. Multiply that by the dollagold conversion we just calculated and your real life gross income comes out to be US$436,672,500.
Give me all of the golden clocks, wizard.
Three questions down, one more to go. Currency conversion was rather tricky because it involved quite a lot of math, but this last question, what is the cost of Robin’s labor, that requires the most assumptions. There’s an easy answer and a hard answer.
Robin’s upgrades, except for the last, require you the farmer to give her resources in addition to gold. The simple answer is you are providing materials in order to keep the raw gold cost down. This means that the first house upgrade, 10,000 gold, is strictly her labor cost as the 450 wood is all the raw materials she needs to build. 3 days * 3 months (to adjust Stardew month lengths to our month lengths) comes out to Robin working an IRL equivalent to 9 days. Taking 10,000 gold / 9 days equals a cost of 1,111.111 gold per day, and considering Robin has snorted enough powdered starfruit to have 20 hour work days, that comes out to 55.56 gold per hour.
Just to be sure, let’s see if the math holds up for the last upgrade. That one requires a cost of 100,000 gold and comes preequipped with 33 casks. You do not provide the resources for the casks, meaning that comes included with the cost. Casks cannot be sold, but the materials required to make them are 20 wood and 1 hardwood, which Robin will provide for the same 100% markup (meaning 4 gold and 30 gold respectively). 4 gold * 30 gold * 33 casks comes out to 3,960 gold. Using the same calculations for the first house iteration, we get (100,000 gold - 3,960) / (3 days * 3 months) / 20 hours for a total of 533.56 gold per hour.
Not even close to our first estimate. We could just average them together for (533.56 + 55.56) / 2 = 294.56 gold, and that would be the easy answer. It would be nice to settle for the easy answer.
Let’s find the hard answer. We are going to calculate labor cost per square footage, and luckily most of the work has been done over the course of several google spreadsheets. To find the cost of materials and money per upgrade volume we get the formula (Upgrade volume - Base Volume) / 10,000 gold. This gives us a grand total of cubic material built per gold of...
...2,573.26 in^3/gold, 30.27 ft^3/gold, 2.89 m^3/gold using my method and
...628.24 in^3/gold, 0.36 ft^3/gold, 0.01 m^3/gold using asparagus’ method.
Let’s see if the math holds up for the basement upgrade and dammit I just realized I got to do more pixel measurements now. Hold on, be back in an hour.
Alright, I’m back. We don’t need to do any subtraction for the previous volume of the house considering the cellar is its own little area, but we still need to subtract the value of the materials used for the casks. The cellar comes out to a grand total of cubic materials built per gold of...
...386.91 in^3/gold, 0.22 ft^3/gold, 0.01 m^3/gold using my method and
...94.46 in^3/gold, 0.05 ft^3/gold, 0.0015 m^3/gold using asparagus’ method.
Huge discrepancy.
Before I get into my reasoning why, let us outline what we know first.
  • We’re pretty sure the game takes place in 2001.
  • We have the exact sizes of each house upgrade calculated with two different methods.
  • We have a certified exchange rate of US$2.37 at that point in time.
  • We have two different methods of calculating the cost of Robin’s labor.
  • The amount of work Robin does during her three(nine?) day job is absolutely obscene.
I come to one conclusion: Robin is a god that has settled down in the world of Stardew Valley.
Here me out. I have three pieces of evidence.
The first is when Robin is hired to take on a house upgrade job no one helps her, not even her husband Demetrius. Your house is right next to hers, so you’re not paying for travel. As we have shown by our calculations above and in the gDoc spreadsheet, that is a massive amount of work. It’s simply not possible for a human to accomplish such a monumental task. Robin claims she built her own home herself with this line from the game...
“Have I told you that I built our house from the ground up? It's definitely been the highlight of my career so far.”
...so we know her carpentry acumen is impressive enough for the job, but she has severely understated her skill. Homeadvisor pegs a house costing anywhere between US$150,000 to US$500,000 (US$102,005.53 to $340,018.44, adjusted for 2001 inflation), but even adjusted for inflation, Robin absolutely underbids the current housing market. Those inflation adjusted values, when converted to gold, come out to a range of 43,040.31g-143,467.70g. Granted, these prices are for a complete house, not adding onto a current house, but even if we half the value you are getting one hell of a discount.
The second piece is Robin’s language. The sheer passion for her work speaks wonders..
“Wood is a wonderful substance... it's versatile, cheap, strong, and each piece has its own unique character!”
...but perhaps she is just passionate about what she does. Many people are, but knowing what we do about how dirt cheap and blindingly fast she works let’s go into more detail about some things, specifically three lines. The first...
“Our little plan worked out well, don't you think? Pam and Penny seem really happy.”
...is said after Pam’s house undergoes an upgrade. “Our” plan? Sure, you are the one that buys the upgrade and Robin has to build it, but I can’t help but feel there is a double meaning behind this language. It is done out of the kindness of Robin’s heart and the materials have to come from somewhere, so she can’t do it for free, but it wasn’t about the money, as we have stated previously. It was about Penny.
Pam is a somewhat contentious person because of slobbish and slovenly nature. She is immediately and irrationally angered when Penny tries to pick the place up. She drinks heavily...
“\sigh*... My mother definitely has a problem with going to the saloon too much. But it's best not to dwell on bad things, right?”*
...doesn’t seem to understand not paying her tab has some consequences, and doesn’t realize what her habits have done to her daughter’s psyche.
Then you, the player come along. Pam is okay with the simple things in life, but you help Penny with her worries and insecurities, and then with you and Robin together, you give Penny everything she needs to help her shed those worries. She has a house that doesn have problems with rain, two friends who look out for her, her mom has a job, and most importantly she has peace of mind and in a world fraught with problems, that is truly priceless.
This is the second line...
“Hey! I heard some weird noises last night, and woke up this morning to find the quarry bridge completely repaired! It's a miracle of woodworking!”
...and it occurs once you offer items to the community center junimos to get the quarry bridge repaired.
It is also a bald-faced lie.
The junimos are good, don’t get me wrong, but we’ve seen what Robin can do with our own two eyes. She is absolutely incredible at her job, and while I may give it to her she has no idea what junimos are or what they are capable of, we have proof that the act of restoring the bridge in one night is not out of the realm of possibility for her. A miracle, yes, but I’m certain she can beat the junimos’ time.
Lastly, there is one quote from her that is just... it opens up some very interesting questions. When she says...
“My parents were bewildered when I told them I wanted to be a carpenter. They were pretty old-fashioned.”
...how old are her parents when they consider carpentry too new-fashioned for them? Carpentry is one of the world’s oldest professions. If they were old-fashioned, why were they bewildered?
This line is just so fascinating to me. Robin is incredibly skilled, but I cannot rationalize carpentry being too newfangled for parents to wrap their head around. Who were they? Where are they from? I know your secrets, Robin, I know your parents are gods, too.
The third and final piece is the contrasting pieces of the world at large. Just like ours, it’s a little depressing. Joja Corp runs dozens of what even Cyberpunk would consider a dataslave farm. The world is flooded with consumerism run amok, Orwellian surveillance, and rampant urbanization. The Ferngill Republic is in the middle of a war with the Gotoro Empire and Kent still suffers PTSD from being in a prisoner of war camp.
Stardew Valley isn’t just a town to retire in, it is a place of respite and healing. There are three confirmed magic users deeply tied to the town’s mystical roots. The bears speak and encourage you to manage the world around you. You are rewarded for restoring balance to the valley by being able to recycle things you don’t need. Your main resource in the game, gold, also doesn’t matter that much; if it ever slips into the negative, nothing bad ever happens. You must just work to raise it back up. There is no lose condition in the game.
In many respects it is similar to the Gaiaism philosophy that all living beings are connected, each relying and depending on each other in order to maintain a peaceful coexistence. You help Shane with his nihilism and depression, Sebastian with his ability to express and accept affection, Sam with his dreams, Kent with his problems, Leah with her ambitions, Haley with her generosity and narcissism, or even simple goals like Penny’s idea of a quiet domestic life.
Whether it is the addicted, lost, or scorned, everyone is welcome and everyone can have a home in Stardew Valley. No one embodies this more than Robin who just wants a simple life. Whether it is her own house or her own boat during the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies, Robin builds it herself. The feel of wood grain, the smell of lacquer, the stickiness of stain, the thrum of the saw, and the bite of the axe. Robin doesn’t charge you nearly enough for your house upgrades because it is not about the money. Woodworking is what she loves and she lives in a place where barterism, kindness, family, and friendship substitute so many of life's modern problems and inconveniences.
Friendship increases in the game aren’t just a measurement of achievements, a means of getting more recipes, or more candles lit on a grave. You are making friends and getting to know these people for who they are and everyone’s life is bettered because of it. The amount of love I’ve seen for Linus is just staggering. Shane, in all of his melancholy and despite him not being a suitor in the original version of the game, is loved by so many. I know some despise Haley, but I love that I was able to show her what kindness can do for people.
You are in a gentle and loving place, and you are loved.
What a better place for a god to reside? A quiet town filled with peace and love, seeped in nature and the old magics of yore. A loving mate, a family to raise. Land to share with those that forage from its bounty. It’s all she needs.
Robin’s role in all of this? She desires neither worship nor admiration. She is just a friend. A god, certainly, but a friend first and foremost who is just settling down in a quiet town looking for a little peace.

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It’s Been a Year

This year has been a doozy.
Last November, I got with my current boyfriend. He makes me feel things that I have never felt before; he is a wonderful person. He has his moments and quirks, but at the end of all of it he is a good man.
A little backstory: We worked together in a casino; I was in the bank and he was in the surveillance - zero fraternizing on his end. His most recent ex of three years worked in the casino as well as a bar tender - she started to date a pit boss. My BF and his ex got together when she was married saying she was in the middle of a divorce from him. Things went sour when she cheated on my BF with that pit boss.
I was single and he was single, we talked to each other on the phone all of the time for years since we were OGs of this casino when it was open. Just how the universe was, we got along and fell in love. Shortly after, I found out I was pregnant. My BF always wanted kids; as a teenager he was told by countless drs that he wasn’t able to. My birth control failed because I was taking antibiotics for strep throat, and the stars aligned that night. My baby is a miracle. We were keeping our relationship on the DL because of his department, I was planning on leaving the company because I couldn’t take it there any longer and he enjoyed his job.
My BF is trying to be friendly with his ex, she has 4 kids that he helped take care of - he wanted to be a father figure for them and be in their lives. His ex popped back up in the middle of January, a few weeks after we found out I was pregnant. She said she made a mistake getting with the pit boss, he was controlling and nothing like how he was in the beginning, and wanted to be with my BF again. He told his ex about me and how I was pregnant, that he was happy and not going back to her. She didn’t like that one bit and told her pit boss boyfriend.
Some time passed, I was having problems with my placenta detaching itself so I had to take it easy, so we told our managers that we were expecting - we didn’t go into details and we kept everything work cordial while we were at work. Things were getting squirrelly with the ex and her new bf. She came into my department and said to people I worked with that I was pregnant and my bf was someone in surveillance - just trying to start some drama. Then she was going to her new BF saying my BF was trying to get back together and all this other stuff. Just stirring the pot.
I won’t get into the ex’s dirty laundry but my BF was done, he couldn’t take the drama so he didn’t want to try to be friendly with her any longer. I was done with the two as well, we are all 30+ and this is just pettiness I didn’t want to be apart of.
We found out we were having a boy when I was 17 weeks.
Then the state shut down in March - that put a damper on finding a new job. I was grateful because I was home resting, while my BF still had to go in to watch the empty building. The extra pandemic money helped get necessities for the baby and getting a nest egg squared away - I wasn’t planning on having a baby shower, because of the pandemic and because I really didn’t want people to know I was pregnant. At the time my manager, my mom, and his family knew.
I had to go back to work in June and I was getting nervous. About the virus, working with the public, about being pregnant, just a lot going on. And I was angry, I forgot how badly the casino took a toll on me mentally and I was still job hunting. By then, the ex was starting her drama again. The pit boss bf was still in the picture and he would threaten my BF for talking to his ex - saying he better stay away before he does something.
Then in August when I was 9 months, the pit boss went to HR and told them we have been dating, we were both terminated for breaking policy and procedures for not telling HR we were together. I hated that place, I had it planned out I just wasn’t going back after giving birth. Shitty yes, but I couldn’t do it anymore. I was promised I would be on an earlier shift after I give birth for better luck finding a baby sitter, but my manager back peddled the closer my due date got.
When I first found out I was pregnant I applied for state insurance and WIC; which I am glad I did. My water broke on September 1st, my due date, and my son arrived September 2nd I still was under my old work’s insurance. Took a very large load off my mind.
I’ve always struggled with depression - I got diagnosed with PPD shortly after birth, which I had a feeling would happen. I have been seeing a therapist and I am on antidepressants - I am terrified. I feel hopeless, I have thoughts of killing myself, I find myself starting at a wall for hours on end, and I am terrified of using the utilities to have the bills go up.
We have been filing for unemployment since August but we haven’t seen or heard from anything about receiving it, we are getting the run around trying to find out what is happening. I applied for help from the state, my mortgage, water, electric, and gas is covered. We are receiving WIC and food stamps, but it doesn’t cover the car, it’s insurance or credit card bills. The nest egg we made is running out and I am afraid I am going to lose our car.
Now it is December, we have a 3 month old son who is perfect. I make sure he is taken care of, but I am struggling everyday with my emotions and needs. I am trying to be hopeful. I tell myself everything has a way of working out, but it is hard. I am home with my son, I won’t get these early moments back with him and I am grateful I am experiencing them, especially since I really don’t want him to go to a new environment with this virus. Still no unemployment, still having a Hell of a time finding a job, my BF got a state job that he is in the middle of getting screened for, so things are looking up.
I keep thinking everyone would be better off without me. That I am a disappointment and a failure, and I am so tired.
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Entitled guests yells at security for guarding money and not stopping to answer questions

So I am working as a security officer at a local casino while looking for work in my preferred field of I.T. and boy do I have some entitled stories from work. Today when I get to work our shift goes into a briefing like we do everyday and we get our assignments for the day. Today must have been my lucky day as I got one of the best assignments I get to roam around all day and respond to the cage needing access to the ticket redemption machines. If I'm not helping the cage I roam unless I am given a task from control.
We get our assignments and we hit the floor. Almost as soon as we hit the floor a task goes out to another officer to do an escort from one of the bars to the cage to turn in the cash from their register. I happened to be closer to that bar and I called the officer dispatched on my radio and told them to stand down I will pick up that escort, control copied and I head to the bar. Once I get to the bar I call surveillance on the radio and tell them I'm doing as escort from the bar to the cage, survalance copies and they are now watching us as we travel through the casino.
The location of this bar is in the farthest place in the casino from the cage so we have a decent walk. Now as a security escort once we call surveillance we cannot stop as we are guarding the currency our cashier is carrying, also since we are guarding the currency we have the authority to tell not ask people to move out of the way so we can get through (we rarely ever do such unless a walkway is crowded). So on an escort you walk at a brisk pace 45 degrees off to the side of the cashier that has the money and maybe a half step behind them. If anyone gets in the way we don't stop we will walk a different way or force our way through if absolutely necessary to protect the money and cashier. I hope you get the picture we don't stop once we begin moving for ANY reason.
So we are walking and about halfway there when a man sitting at a slot machine yells at the cashier asking her what the name of the coffee shop right behind us is and she didn't realise he was talking to her and she ignores him. I turn my head to answer his question while still walking by. The man then screams WILL YOU ACKNOWLEDGE ME!!!! and as I said before we don't stop for any reason. We continue to the cage and we say a few words about how rude he was and we reach the cage. I then call control and let them know I am clear of the escort. I begin to walk back to the man and I approach him and say.
Op=me Ej=entitled jerk
OP: I'm sorry sir I wanted to apologize for us not stopping as were unable to stop once we being doing an escort.
Ej: (cuts me off) you can't tell me that being rude and ignoring a guest is ok with the casino!?
Op: no sir it is not but per casino policy once security begins an escort we cannot stop.
Ej: (cuts me off again) I was a cop in big city 20 miles away for 25 years and never did I ever treat a citizen like you treated me!
Op: again sir I'm trying to apologize to you and explain why we couldn't stop and answer your initial question.
Ej: (cuts me off again) you can't tell me that being on a mission is more important than a guest!!
Op: (staying calm but getting frustrated) sir I'm sorry that you feel this way but I was guarding money and I can't stop.
Ej: tell me what casinos in our state have been robbed in the last 5 years?
Op: well the casino 5 miles down the road was just last year another reason we don't stop for any reason.
Ej: that's just a bingo hall it's not a casino!!
OP: sir that is a casino they have slots and bingo regardless if you want to acknowledge that my orders don't change and neither does policy.
Ej: show me the policy that says you can be rude to a guest and not talk to them!
Op: I'm really sorry we can't come to an agreement on this but if you would like to file a complaint you can at the security desk right behind us, also it appears my supervisors are right there as well, here is my name and badge number if you need it.
Ej: why bother I have done that already and nothing came of it!
OP: well I'm sorry we can't agree.
Ej: well we can agree to disagree.
Op: sure. Have a good evening and best of luck.
And I walk away. One of me leads was watching the whole encounter and observing how I dealt with the situation and approached me and asked if everything was alright afterwards. I said yea and quickly ran to my locker to put away some gloves I wasn't needing and returned to the gaming floor. I went to look for my lead and explain what had happened. Little did I know Ej went to complain about stubbing his toe!?!?! And employees being rude. My lead started laughing when I explained what actually happened and said were all good.
More to the story. So after the cashier and I blew by EJ another guard heard him get upset and tried to answer his question but he just yelled at the other guard. Also less than 10 feet from where EJ was sitting were 2 other guards who could have answered his question if he had asked and even better yet less than 30 feet away was the coffee shop he wanted to know the name of. While I have come to like my job I encounter a lot of entitled people and this one was one of my favorites.
Yes I know you are holding a lot of money but stop and answer my question...hey talk to me...hey!!!!
Yea no sorry not how it works buddy.
Side note. If we had stopped we could have been written up or fired on the spot for not following cash handling procedure and casino policy. Just incase anyone is on EJs side.
Another side note. 99% of casino guests know when security is doing something and to give them space as we are only focused on our task and we ask people to watch out for us politely unless they don't move then we tell them to move and the only times we do this is when moving money to or from point a to point b or urgently responding to an incident. 99% of the time you see security we are just making a presence and not on a task.
I am by nature a kind person I dont like being rude and is the reason I went back to talk to the EJ to try to clarify. I also know my job well enough to know that I wouldn't be in any trouble for not stopping to answer his question no matter how pissed off he was at us.
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Don't do drugs, don't get wasted, and don't try to fight someone twice your size.

Just read a fight story on here, and was reminded of one of my own. Sorry for the book.

I'd just come on shift late at night at the casino job i was working, and i'm on all the way to the morning. I've been awake for about 30 minutes, and it's my Friday. I'm looking at the chair at the Security desk like it's just baked me a plate of cookies and wants to give me a rub down. One guy is getting off and leaving, and the other guy i'm on with for another couple hours. He gives me the run down on the nights events so far and where things stand in the casino. He shows me a picture of a guy and tells me he was kicked out about an hour ago, and that he was highly intoxicated. I'm looking at the picture and asking if we have his name. He tells me he doesn't think so, and l start checking our system to see if someone has ID'd someone with his description at some time. The guy is about 5'8" and a stalky 160lbs. I'm asking what happened and if there's an incident report on it or if we can expect any other paperwork coming down from the top. We're discussing it, and i look up at the security monitors and guess who is coming through the front door.
"Is this the guy, coming in now?"
"Yeah. I got this."
I was glad my partner took the lead on this one. I've literally been on the clock for 2 minutes.
"Hey! You know you can't be here. We've already been over this."
"I just want a drink!" he says
He initially wanted to blow by us but my partner was able to keep him calm enough to keep him from blowing up. My partner managed to trick him into giving up his ID so we can get his name. I don't remember exactly, but i think he got him to talk about his heritage (my partner was a pacific islander and so was the person in question) saying he didn't believe him and ask what his last name was, and then telling him he had to show him his ID to get him to believe it. I think he must have handed it off to me, and i put him in our ID scanner system because i remember having his ID in front of me. My partner negotiated that he would call him a cab if he waits for it outside. The drunk guy agrees and my partner goes to call a cab, giving me a significant look that clearly said "keep an eye on this one."
I sit back down in my chair, and the guy is not leaving. And worse, he's agitating. I'm sitting there straight up ignoring him, as he just talks and talks, but he wants trouble.
"Is this all you do? You just sit here doing nothing all day. You little bitch."
All i can do is sigh. I wasn't concerned with what he was saying. I've heard it all before. My concern was with his bodily behavior. Loose, unconcerned, and dangerous. This guy is spun on something other than alcohol, and I can see where this is going, so i get up to get rid of him. I just want to settle into that rub down from the sexy security chair until i fully wake up, but i've got to get rid of this guy first.
"Come on, let's go wait for your cab, it's on the way, you're going to want to be outside when it gets here."
He comes with me.
Just inside the front door we had kind of a foyer with a couple leather seats, a leather couch, side tables, and a glass top coffee table. He stops walking with me and sits at the couch. Now, i'm not totally against him waiting for his cab there, except i know i'm going to have to babysit him if he does, and i don't want to have to do that. Especially because he's already been kicked out and isn't supposed to be on the property at all. Period. I can understand my partner wanting to resolve this whole thing peacefully and easily, but if i had taken the lead on this one, the guy is leaving, now, one way or another, and he's clearly just...not right. I want him far away.
"Hey, come on, you're not going to see your cab from in here."
"I don't need it. I'm not going anywhere. I just want a drink!"
"We can't give you anything else to drink."
After some confrontation i'm content to just leave him there and wait for my partner to finish calling the cab and then he can watch him. It's just not worth escalating. But it wasn't to be. He defiantly picked up his feet and slammed them down on the glass top coffee table. Well that's not going to do. I'm the one who has to clean that thing, and i'm not too happy to have to clean up skid marks from rubber boots.
I tell him as much and he takes his feet down. I tell him to get up and wait for his cab outside. He defiantly picks his feet back up, and slams them back down on the table. Toddlers. Drunk gamblers are nothing but toddlers. Well i'm not going to clean up broken glass, and he's messing up the table, so i grab the table, drag it from under his feet, and place it behind me.
"Stand up, it's time to go." There is just something about him. He's not right. He's fully engaged, but his mind is not all there.
He does get up. I set myself about 45 degrees and a step away from him, gesturing toward the door, giving him a clear avenue.
"Let's go! There's the door."
And then he hit me. In hindsight i should have seen it coming. I gave him every opportunity to do it. His fist struck in my lower abdomen, but it took me a second to register. I was actually happy he'd chosen this route. It simplifies things. No negotiating, no civility necessary, and no customer service needed. I have license to stick my boot up his ass and wear him like a shoe. My first reaction was to call on my boxing training, and the violence of my football and wrestling experience. Unfortunately, my training took over and i went into no injury capture mode. I guess i just don't have it in me to beat some rando senseless.
I grabbed him under-hook with my right arm and dragged him to the ground. We both go down, but i keep hold of him and pull him up, pushing him forward through the push-pull door to the atrium, where he falls down next to a water feature before the automatic doors that open up to the outside. I admit that i deliberately tried to open the push-pull doors with his face but he managed to put his hands up first. I can hear people behind me screaming and someone yelled "Oh my God! They're fighting!" I'm already on top of the guy, working him into a pretzel, instincts i guess from wrestling for a decade, when my partner comes barrelling in and dives on top, too. This gives me an opportunity to get a hold of surveillance (I think it was actually on my partners radio. Fights are hectic.) and have them get the police on the way and start getting good footage. I didn't need to, they were already on it. Turns out they were also doing a shift change at the same time we were, and were having the same conversation me and my partner were having when they saw the guy walking in.
I put the guy in a cradle (this except from on top, if that makes sense) and stood up with him. I have to tell my partner to let go of him. I walked him through the automatic doors and dropped him on the pavement. He tried to get up and scurry away, but i gave him a shove and he fell flat on the ground where i sat on top of him, my weight deliberately back on his hips so that i have control of him but also to make sure i'm not cutting off his ability to breathe. I'd learned years previously that putting weight too far forward, putting too much weight on the diaphragm, could actually suffocate someone. This is where it becomes apparent that he's spun up on something. According to surveillance, the time between him hitting me, and him hitting the pavement outside was about 25 seconds. I was too quick for him to fight back, but now he had his chance, about 10 minutes worth, while we waited for the police, but this tiny guy, about 160lbs, starts doing what amounts to pushups with me on his back, shaking to try and get me off. The veins in his neck or bulging and he's screaming. I weigh close to 300lbs. This shouldn't be possible.
I have good position over him, so it doesn't matter what kind of hulk strength he comes up with, he's not going anywhere. If he manages to out muscle me, or gain advantage by getting his hips out, i planned on slipping him into a crab ride and rolling him. (Crab ride is what i know it as. Don't know what other people call it. Legs wrapped around the outside of theirs from the rear, feet hooked inside their knees, arms under hooked from behind like a backpack, and cheek pressed into their back to protect from elbows and bashes from the back of their head) He starts kicking and throwing elbows. My partner sits on his lower legs, and i take his right arm, roll it under him, and put it in a vertical bar in the center of his back. He's not doing anything with one arm. No cuffs and no gear for this job (Stupid state laws. Which is why i had gear in my car, but that hardly helps me at this point), so i just have to hold him like this for a while.
He's done. He keeps struggle but to no avail. He starts yelling things like "let me go" and whatever, but i just told him "Nope, we're just going to sit here and wait for the police. Next time don't pick a fight with someone twice your size...and throw a better punch." I have this great visual memory of the on duty manager (not the pit boss i've talked about before) standing over us with my radio in his hands, which had fallen off in the scuffle, talking to surveillance, but not daring to get his hands dirty.
The police arrive. I think 3 cars in total but 5 guys. They come to take over. I help cuff him because i've already got one of his arms, and he resists them with the other one, but two guys wrench his other arm around and get the other cuff on. I look to the police officers for direction, but they don't really offer any, so i kind of gesture to switch out with an officer, and push both hands in the center of the guys back while i stand up to keep him from trying to base up. Once i'm up, i remove my hands and, i guess sensing freedom, he goes nuts. A couple of the cops hop on the bull ride and i step back. They search him and two guys drag him by his arms to the back of an Explorer. One of the officers comes to me and asks what happened, and i tell him. And he asks if i'm going to want to press charges. I tell him no, we just need him formally trespassed, and taken out of here. They say they're going to probably be taking him to detox anyway.
I know a lot of the officers, so we're standing around talking for a minute. The guy starts going nuts in the back of the Explorer, kicking and head banging, screaming...the whole works. They put their heads together for a minute and decide they have to go in and hog tie him. I've seen this done one of three ways. One involves a taser, a lot of paperwork, and EMT's. One involves OC spray, EMT's, one very pissed off officer whose vehicle is now contaminated, and a sizable amount of paperwork. The third involves five police officers and still more paperwork. They choose five guys and paperwork.
They line up on both sides of the back doors and open them both up. The first guys on each side dive in and try to force him out to the waiting arms of the other officers. In the struggle, he spins around and kicks one of the officers in the chest, forcing him back. Seeing a little bit of daylight, he manages to scoot around and throw himself out of the vehicle to glorious fresh air...Except he's handcuffed with his hands behind his back and does a majestic dolphin dive face first into the pavement instead.
The officers pile back on top of him and calm him down with knees on the back of his neck, back, and his legs which they have now tied up to his handcuffs. Now that the guy has officially messed himself up, they have to call EMT's, anyway, and do all the extra paperwork, i'm sure. One of the officers is standing at the guys head with no real-estate left to place his own knee. The subject hawks back and spits at him. The officer steps back and gives this exact expression and look. I recognized it instantly from this movie and laughed.
"Did he just spit on you?" one of the officers says.
"He spit at me, yeah" the other one responds.
They have to put the spit mask on him. They should have just tased him to begin with, but that's just me.
It's probably another 10 minutes for the EMT's to get there. I'm just watching all this from about 10 yards away. It's great. Customers, who have never given the littlest rabbit turd shit about me, are coming out asking if i'm alright and watching the show. It's the most concern i've ever felt working security. He's screaming at the top of his lungs "POLICE BRUTALITY! POLICE BRUTALITY!" Wish i were the surveillance guys so i could play that footage back anytime i wanted. (I'm sorry if i come off as less than empathetic) After i get my radio back i make sure the surveillance guys in the back are getting a good play by play for their video. It becomes more of a show than i can describe on here.
Eventually the EMT's get there and all the police officers help get him onto the gurney and tied down. I don't know if they gave him a sedative, or if they're aloud to do that, but i would have. I felt really bad for the EMT's. They throw him in the back of the ambulance, tied down, and take him away. Some of the officers go with them obviously, but the rest are standing around and we're just talking. My partner that night knows those guys better than me from his previous job, so they're catching up.
"Well, i've got to go start some paperwork." I tell them, dismissing myself.
"Yeah. We've got a bit to do, too."
I went back inside and did my paperwork, got and shared necessary information with surveillance, got some paperwork from them, processed some paperwork, and finished the next 7 hours of my shift and started my weekend.
I went home and went to sleep. When i woke up i looked up the guys name in the city, county, and nearby jail systems, but he didn't show up in any of them. I thought it was weird because surely he had a few charges on him (kicking a police officer in the chest, spitting at said officers for instance) now even though i declined to press any. Destruction of public property, resisting arrest, and assault on a peace officer came to mind. I guess it's possible they patched him up, put him in a drunk tank, and released him in the morning, but i thought it was unlikely. When i got back to work on my Monday i learned what happened. One of the Shift Managers knew a guy at the county detention center and told me that when they pulled the guy out of detox in the morning, he was still spun up on whatever (supposedly PCP) he took, and when they put him in front of a judge, he tried to take a lunge at him, so they chucked him back in a cell. I'm pretty sure that counts as some kind of threat to a public official. This story was corroborated by my partner who inquired with some of the officers he's friends with that dealt with him. When i got home i checked on him again, and sure enough, he was processed later on in the day i'd checked originally. Last i heard, he had out-standings in another state and they hadn't decided what to do with him yet. I never checked on him again after that, though, and have since forgotten his name.
Do yourselves a favor: don't pick a fight with someone twice your size, whose job involves getting in fights with people. All this guy had to do was leave. No police, no charges, no jail, nothing. Instead he's probably since been extradited to whatever state he had out-standings in and has an intimate relationship with a 6 foot, 9 inch (those are separate measurements) guy named Tyrone.
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Resumes subreddit wasn't much help

So I've been applying for work since February but not having much luck. My savings are gone and I'm racking up credit card debt at this point. Unemployment is a joke in Nevada so didn't qualify then I did then ghosted. It's a whole mess.
I worked 12 years as a military intelligence peon. So my resume reflects that. I've done very little retail and no restaurant work. I have about a year of surveillance work at a casino. Now I'm to the point I just need a job or jobs.
Can I just list my retail and surveillance work? Or is that just going to throw up red flags and get my resume tossed sooner? I've been trying to apply to places like Target and such but I just get those auto rejection emails.
Any tips appreciated.
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Theory: One Stardew Valley villager is secretly a God

Ever since a Let’s Play got me into Stardew Valley, I’ve fallen in love with the world. It’s something special, a place to relax and get away from the world’s problems. Here, you can pay bills with the sweat of your own brow, make friends, fall in love, and can escape the drudgery of modern life. It’s magical in its own way.
I’ve played hundreds of hours over multiple save files. I’ve been wondering one thing just recently, however. I remember when I first asked Robin for house upgrades and the sheer bowel-emptying amount she asked for. Seriously? That much for a kitchen? Now that I haven’t left my house for the past several weeks, fear human contact, and have deep dived into the paranormal, I’m overthinking something constantly: with regards to modern housework, does Robin the carpenter over or under charge you for her work?
To figure this out, it’s going to require a fair bit of math and a lot of guesswork. I’m going to have to establish a lot of ground rules but I’m going to try and be as accurate to real world costs as I can. We need to learn four things:
Let’s tackle the first. To do this, I scoured around to look for modern conveniences. Primarily, I found these five:
Another interesting factoid is the number of Cathode-ray TVs you see in Stardew Valley. These are the precursors to plasma screens, which were in turn succeeded by LCD screen TVs. Additionally, a large number of your starter houses comes preequipped with Cathode-ray TVs. Granted, this may be because the farmhouse was abandoned for many years before you came along, but there exists another such TV in 1 River Road where we often see George watching his shows. I will concede that George and Evelyn are quite old and may not have the tech savvy nature of Sebastian to get something more modern, so that can’t be an accurate measurement. Plus, Alex’s mental acumen is a little... questionable.
As for crafting recipes, there really isn’t anything worth talking about. Magic items I won’t talk about because it has no real world comparison; that also throws out the wizard shop’s items. The furniture catalog has nothing of note to pinepoint a date, and nor does Pierre’s General Store, Joja Mart, Joja Warehouse, the Blacksmith, Stardrop Saloon, or Marnie’s ranch. Leah doesn’t mention anything about her laptop, so that is of little help.
So the casino gives us a low bound. Although manufacturing of the plasma screen TV stopped in the US in 2014, plasma screen TVs were losing their market shares around 2007 and factories were shutting down. As you can buy them like hotcakes and fill a shed with them, 2007 is our upper bound.
The price for plasma screens was quite pricey for residential homes. 1995 was the year 42 inch plasma screens became commercial, and some had home installation priced somewhere around US$15,000. Still not quite the size of the queen or king sized bed you and your spouse have (the size of the plasma screen in the game), but sixty inch plasma screen TVs were sold around the year 2000, and that is plenty big. Given the size of the screen in the game is roughly three tiles just like your bed, I think it’s safe to say this is around the size of our estimate. Our rough year range is now 1995 to 2007. Let’s split the difference and say the game takes place in 2001.
We have our year.
To calculate the size of our farmhouse, we need some baseline measurement. Luckily, the game is pixelated so we can be quite accurate in our measurements. Unluckily, we have no confirmed height of anything, so we have to intuit some things. Reddit user asparagus made this excellent size chart, so while I can just use that and save myself a lot of work, let us do some measurements of our own and then measure the farmhouse with both this method and asparagus’ method.
First, there is the height of plants, but those can vary widely. For instance, you can pot prickly pear cactuses in your farmhouse, but their height can vary anywhere between one and seven feet. Plant height is a no go. The average height of a minifridge is forty three inches (109 cm) tall, so unless you are a dwarf, that’s not right either. The fences are also a good starting point, as most agricultural fencing stands at four feet (1.2 m).
Here we don’t have to do much; all fences are forty eight pixels in height. Four feet equals out to forty eight inches (121.92 cm). It doesn’t get more perfect than that!
Trigger warning: incoming math.
Now comes the really tricky part: getting the dimensions of each iteration of your farmhouse, and squinting at my computer screen like a mole in order to count pixels; we must include walls as well as that is included in square footage. Our first iteration has pixel measurements of 704x496. Add in the doorway (136x64pixels), and then we’ll still convert for square feet. 704 * 496 + (136 * 64) = 318,452 pixels/sq, which (dividing by 12^2) converts to 2,211.47 ft/sq. Damn, we’re well on our way for most modern mansions.
I have to have messed something up (205.45 m/sq, btw). The average firebox (the inside of a fireplace where you burn wood) tends to be around 32x20 inches (81.28x50.8 cm). Ours is... 72x40. Twice as large. I also haven’t even begun to calculate the farmhouse’s height because Robin is beginning to scare me.
Alright, new plan, we’re going with asparagus. I married Haley and took her measurements. She is 104 pixels tall, and since she is 65 inches (165.1 cm) according to asparagus, that gives us a measurement of .625 inches/pixel (1.5875 cm/pixel).
Side note, I really want some Twizlers right now.
So instead of having pixels as at a 1:1 ratio, we have something a little more lenient, but things are looking a little... grim. We’ll have to convert each individual amount, so we have (704 * .625) * (496 * .625) + ((136 * 64) * .625^2) for 124,395.31 inches/sq, 863.86 ft/sq., 80.25 m/sq. But still, we haven’t even begun to calculate the actual volume of our farmhouse yet, so these numbers are going to explode.
I’m beginning to think Robin is Hestia. Yoba is not the only deity in this town.
Alright, calculating the rest of the floor spaces is a little boring so let’s speedrun this.
Wall height for the farmhouse is 140 pixels, so (140 * .625) * 124,395.31 inches/sq / 12^3 = 6,298.95 ft^3 (178.36 m^3) for the farmhouse, and 25,800.51 ft^3 (730.58 m^3) using my method.
Just... let’s move on.
Second iteration has me doing a fair bit more work.
Wall height is 135 pixels, and rightmost—wait, the walls are shorter? Weird. Anyway, the rightmost room has dimensions of 486 for width by 375 for depth (and the same cubby dimensions), giving us cuboid dimensions of 24,603,750 pixels^3, which converts to 14,238.28 ft^3 (403.18 m^3), and 3,476.14 ft^3 (82.83 m^3) using asparagus' method
Middle corridor has a dimensional width of 42 pixels by 87 depth, giving us a total of 285.47 ft^3 (8.08 m^3), and 69.69 ft^3 (1.97 m^3) using asparagus' method.
Leftmost room (the kitchen) has a width of 870 and depth of 375, with a doorway of 136x64. That gives us a cuboid area of 314,019.38 ft^3 (29,173.11 m^3), and 6,388.74 ft^3 (180.91 m^3) using asparagus' method.
That gives us a grand total for a tier two home of...
... 328,543.13 ft^3 (29,584.37 m^3) using my method and
... 9,934.58 ft^3 (281.31 m^3) using asparagus' method.
So Robin added at a minimum 3,635.63 cubic feet to your house in three days by herself. Even if you extend the days and months to roughly align with our own calendar, that would be a mere nine days. How much powdered starfruit did she snort in order to do that by herself? I 100% believe Emily is the town’s dealer. I didn’t even calculate the length of the farmhouse loft. It’s doable, and even though you can’t enter it in the game, a bigger farmhouse means a bigger loft judging by the look of it.
Anyway, I’m not going to calculate the loft area right now. I’m not going to calculate the other tiers of your farmhouse either, even though that was my intent when I started this analysis. The math is easy enough, but it gets boring to type, and no doubt to read. Plus, I’m a little stunned by Robin's carpentry acumen. C’mon Robin, stop upgrading my house. Exercise with the girls, dance with your husband, smoke some weed, I dunno, RELAX.
But in a strange way, it makes a weird sort of sense. Pretty much no one plays the game with auto-run turned off, but do so for a moment. See how fast you move. That is your normal pace, and auto-run is you, an Olympian god, sprinting around town every second of every day, helping the shit out of everyone whether they want it or not, snorting the same starfruit mixture you got from Robin to keep going, who may have gotten it from Linus (my money is still on Emily). We’ve become so accustomed to seeing the run animation as our default I almost didn’t realize it doesn’t translate to modern life. The boards in your house, I almost took those as your normal 2x4 planks of wood (which actually measure 1.5x3.5, the world lies to me). They are not. They are almost the width of your entire body, and your walking pace (sorry I can’t get an exact pixel measurement) covers roughly one and a half boards, a similar length to a normal human gait. The art style fooled even me until now, but your house is massive.
Let’s just answer our other two questions. What is the exchange rate? Calculating the exchange rate of a fictional world is always tricky as they have different concepts of rarities, but I’ll give it the ol’ college try. Once again, I can’t do anything with magic. Let’s first list some things of note:
Now you may be tempted to say we can’t translate iridium and gold’s prices to real world market values, and normally you may be right, but there are some extenuating circumstances in the game: the town is right next to two very large mines. It is even a plot point once you clear the glittering boulder that the water carries ore from deep inside the mountain. Yes, gold and iridium are valuable, but your location to ore veins is important; gold and iridium may be uncommon resources but you have access to very specific places where they are more common, otherwise known as the scarcity heuristic). This also explains two facts about iridium: discounting magic, iridium is quite rare in the game, just like real life. Secondly, Clint’s prices make a lot more sense not only because it’s endgame material, but because iridium is super dense and has a very high melting point, thus making it a very difficult material to work with.
But by far the biggest challenge of this question is figuring out whether or not items you produce factor in the cost of your labor or not. For instance, lace is made of simple materials that even in the days of Victorian England, it was easy to get. However because lace was so time consuming to make, it could command absurd prices. Thus, one of the first things we need to discover is whether or not the game takes into account cost of labor or not.
So I am going to take you all back to school and talk about someone who’s old and dead: Adam Smith. It was he who talked about the cost of labor in his book The Wealth of Nations, and because of that, I bring up this particular line:
“...From century to century, corn is a better measure than silver, because, from century to century, equal quantities of corn will command the same quantity of labour more nearly than equal quantities of silver.
Why did I mention corn above? This is why. Prices may vary, but agriculture has been around for thousands of years and the cost of a farmer’s labor equals about the same.
According to Dylan Baumann, Stardew Valley corn plants have a profit value of 535 gold per plant. Our corn plant profits are about as high as they can get without adding something new into the mix, and we don’t want that yet.
Let’s set some ground rules:
If you plant the entire farm with corn and stop harvesting on Fall day 28 when the growing season ends, that lets you harvest a total of 11 ears of corn per plant. Multiply that by 3,350, we get a total of 36,850 ears of corn for your entire farm. Corn is measured in bushels, and a bushel of corn can be anywhere between 40 and 60 ears of corn, but we’ll say you really pack it in for 60, meaning your growing season for corn produces 36,850 / 60 corn for a total of 614.17 bushels per year.
The USDA has a 2001 labor value of corn at US$2.92 per acre (and that matches the Iowa labor statistic), and using 156 bushels per acre, that brings our labor cost per bushel at... US$00.02. That’s a real pittance. Considering bushels of corn retailed around $2.11 per bushel in 2001, that is an incredible markup of 184.85 times.
We’re almost done with the dreaded math, I swear.
Corn retails at 100g apiece in Stardew Valley(You get 50 gold from Pierre, so he has a 100% markup), meaning the labor cost should be around 184.85 times less that amount, meaning it takes about 0.54 gold to make one ear of corn.
Your average US farmers salary $55,000 and $100,000, and we’ll take the middle of $77,500 for our measurements. Dividing the farmer’s salary by the total ears of corn our farmer grows in Stardew Valley, we get a labor cost per ear of corn in US dollars of $2.10 per ear of corn. Now we multiply this by our markup ratio to get the IRL retail cost of corn in Stardew, getting US$237.08! Damn that better be some good eating! We divide that number by the Stardew Valley retail cost of corn, netting us a real world conversion of gold of, drumroll please, $2.37 US dollars per gold in 2001.
Now just for funzies, let us calculate the actual salary of your famer in Stardew Valley. Multiplying your 36,850 ears of corn by 50 gold (your selling price of gold, not the retail price of 100g), that nets you 1,842,500 gold per growing season. Multiply that by the dollagold conversion we just calculated and your real life gross income comes out to be US$436,672,500.
Give me all of the golden clocks, wizard.
Three questions down, one more to go. Currency conversion was rather tricky because it involved quite a lot of math, but this last question, what is the cost of Robin’s labor, that requires the most assumptions. There’s an easy answer and a hard answer.
Robin’s upgrades, except for the last, require you the farmer to give her resources in addition to gold. The simple answer is you are providing materials in order to keep the raw gold cost down. This means that the first house upgrade, 10,000 gold, is strictly her labor cost as the 450 wood is all the raw materials she needs to build. 3 days * 3 months (to adjust Stardew month lengths to our month lengths) comes out to Robin working an IRL equivalent to 9 days. Taking 10,000 gold / 9 days equals a cost of 1,111.111 gold per day, and considering Robin has snorted enough powdered starfruit to have 20 hour work days, that comes out to 55.56 gold per hour.
Just to be sure, let’s see if the math holds up for the last upgrade. That one requires a cost of 100,000 gold and comes preequipped with 33 casks. You do not provide the resources for the casks, meaning that comes included with the cost. Casks cannot be sold, but the materials required to make them are 20 wood and 1 hardwood, which Robin will provide for the same 100% markup (meaning 4 gold and 30 gold respectively). 4 gold * 30 gold * 33 casks comes out to 3,960 gold. Using the same calculations for the first house iteration, we get (100,000 gold - 3,960) / (3 days * 3 months) / 20 hours for a total of 533.56 gold per hour.
Not even close to our first estimate. We could just average them together for (533.56 + 55.56) / 2 = 294.56 gold, and that would be the easy answer. It would be nice to settle for the easy answer.
Let’s find the hard answer. We are going to calculate labor cost per square footage, and luckily most of the work has been done over the course of several google spreadsheets. To find the cost of materials and money per upgrade volume we get the formula (Upgrade volume - Base Volume) / 10,000 gold. This gives us a grand total of cubic material built per gold of...
...2,573.26 in^3/gold, 30.27 ft^3/gold, 2.89 m^3/gold using my method and
...628.24 in^3/gold, 0.36 ft^3/gold, 0.01 m^3/gold using asparagus’ method.
Let’s see if the math holds up for the basement upgrade and dammit I just realized I got to do more pixel measurements now. Hold on, be back in an hour.
Alright, I’m back. We don’t need to do any subtraction for the previous volume of the house considering the cellar is its own little area, but we still need to subtract the value of the materials used for the casks. The cellar comes out to a grand total of cubic materials built per gold of...
...386.91 in^3/gold, 0.22 ft^3/gold, 0.01 m^3/gold using my method and
...94.46 in^3/gold, 0.05 ft^3/gold, 0.0015 m^3/gold using asparagus’ method.
Huge discrepancy.
Before I get into my reasoning why, let us outline what we know first.
I come to one conclusion: Robin is a god that has settled down in the world of Stardew Valley.
Here me out. I have three pieces of evidence.
The first is when Robin is hired to take on a house upgrade job no one helps her, not even her husband Demetrius. Your house is right next to hers, so you’re not paying for travel. As we have shown by our calculations above and in the gDoc spreadsheet, that is a massive amount of work. It’s simply not possible for a human to accomplish such a monumental task. Robin claims she built her own home herself with this line from the game...
“Have I told you that I built our house from the ground up? It's definitely been the highlight of my career so far.”
...so we know her carpentry acumen is impressive enough for the job, but she has severely understated her skill. Homeadvisor pegs a house costing anywhere between US$150,000 to US$500,000 (US$102,005.53 to $340,018.44, adjusted for 2001 inflation), but even adjusted for inflation, Robin absolutely underbids the current housing market. Those inflation adjusted values, when converted to gold, come out to a range of 43,040.31g-143,467.70g. Granted, these prices are for a complete house, not adding onto a current house, but even if we half the value you are getting one hell of a discount.
The second piece is Robin’s language. The sheer passion for her work speaks wonders..
“Wood is a wonderful substance... it's versatile, cheap, strong, and each piece has its own unique character!”
...but perhaps she is just passionate about what she does. Many people are, but knowing what we do about how dirt cheap and blindingly fast she works let’s go into more detail about some things, specifically three lines. The first...
“Our little plan worked out well, don't you think? Pam and Penny seem really happy.”
...is said after Pam’s house undergoes an upgrade. “Our” plan? Sure, you are the one that buys the upgrade and Robin has to build it, but I can’t help but feel there is a double meaning behind this language. It is done out of the kindness of Robin’s heart and the materials have to come from somewhere, so she can’t do it for free, but it wasn’t about the money, as we have stated previously. It was about Penny.
Pam is a somewhat contentious person because of slobbish and slovenly nature. She is immediately and irrationally angered when Penny tries to pick the place up. She drinks heavily...
“\sigh*... My mother definitely has a problem with going to the saloon too much. But it's best not to dwell on bad things, right?”*
...doesn’t seem to understand not paying her tab has some consequences, and doesn’t realize what her habits have done to her daughter’s psyche.
Then you, the player come along. Pam is okay with the simple things in life, but you help Penny with her worries and insecurities, and then with you and Robin together, you give Penny everything she needs to help her shed those worries. She has a house that doesn have problems with rain, two friends who look out for her, her mom has a job, and most importantly she has peace of mind and in a world fraught with problems, that is truly priceless.
Then there is this line...
“Hey! I heard some weird noises last night, and woke up this morning to find the quarry bridge completely repaired! It's a miracle of woodworking!”
...and it occurs once you offer items to the community center junimos to get the quarry bridge repaired.
It is also a bald-faced lie.
The junimos are good, don’t get me wrong, but we’ve seen what Robin can do with our own two eyes. She is absolutely incredible at her job, and while I may give it to her she has no idea what junimos are or what they are capable of, we have proof that the act of restoring the bridge in one night is not out of the realm of possibility for her. A miracle, yes, but I’m certain she can beat the junimos’ time.
Lastly, there is one quote from her that is just... it opens up some very interesting questions. When she says...
“My parents were bewildered when I told them I wanted to be a carpenter. They were pretty old-fashioned.”
...how old are her parents when they consider carpentry too new-fashioned for them? Carpentry is one of the world’s oldest professions. If they were old-fashioned, why were they bewildered?
This line is just so fascinating to me. Robin is incredibly skilled, but I cannot rationalize carpentry being too newfangled for parents to wrap their head around. Who were they? Where are they from? I know your secrets, Robin, I know your parents are gods, too.
The third and final piece is the contrasting pieces of the world at large. Just like ours, it’s a little depressing. Joja Corp runs dozens of what even Cyberpunk would consider a dataslave farm. The world is flooded with consumerism run amok, Orwellian surveillance, and rampant urbanization. The Ferngill Republic is in the middle of a war with the Gotoro Empire and Kent still suffers PTSD from being in a prisoner of war camp.
Stardew Valley isn’t just a town to retire in, it is a place of respite and healing. There are three confirmed magic users deeply tied to the town’s mystical roots. The bears speak and encourage you to manage the world around you. You are rewarded for restoring balance to the valley by being able to recycle things you don’t need. Your main resource in the game, gold, also doesn’t matter that much; if it ever slips into the negative, nothing bad ever happens. You must just work to raise it back up. There is no lose condition in the game.
In many respects it is similar to the Gaiaism philosophy that all living beings are connected, each relying and depending on each other in order to maintain a peaceful coexistence. You help Shane with his nihilism and depression, Sebastian with his ability to express and accept affection, Sam with his dreams, Kent with his problems, Leah with her ambitions, Haley with her generosity and narcissism, or even simple goals like Penny’s idea of a quiet domestic life.
Whether it is the addicted, lost, or scorned, everyone is welcome and everyone can have a home in Stardew Valley. No one embodies this more than Robin who just wants a simple life. Whether it is her own house or her own boat during the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies, Robin builds it herself. The feel of wood grain, the smell of lacquer, the stickiness of stain, the thrum of the saw, and the bite of the axe. Robin doesn’t charge you nearly enough for your house upgrades because it is not about the money. Woodworking is what she loves and she lives in a place where barterism, kindness, family, and friendship substitute so many of life's modern problems and inconveniences.
Friendship increases in the game aren’t just a measurement of achievements, a means of getting more recipes, or more candles lit on a grave. You are making friends and getting to know these people for who they are and everyone’s life is bettered because of it. The amount of love I’ve seen for Linus is just staggering. Shane, in all of his melancholy and despite him not being a suitor in the original version of the game, is loved by so many. I know some despise Haley, but I love that I was able to show her what kindness can do for people.
You are in a gentle and loving place, and you are loved.
What a better place for a god to reside? A quiet town filled with peace and love, seeped in nature and the old magics of yore. A loving mate, a family to raise. Land to share with those that forage from its bounty. It’s all she needs.
Robin’s role in all of this? She desires neither worship nor admiration. She is just a friend. A god, certainly, but a friend first and foremost who is just settling down in a quiet town looking for a little peace.

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