Right? AI-generated pictures of Scarlett Johansen as a flight attendant praising Jesus, or an African kid making sculptures of Jesus out of trash. And all the comments just being ‘Amen’ spam. Bots on top of bots. It’s just fucking dystopian.
Not maintaining artificial connections with people who would reach out to me if they actually gave a damn about me has genuinely been liberating.
I like how Discord- and Slack-like socials are set up. It’s just more natural. Instead of a feed, it’s a forum. It feels more like a physical place, with couches for discussion, corners of the room where people take conversation, and a hall outside for privacy. And if you understood that metaphor, then you know how I feel.
And if I don’t like a server, I can just… leave. Never have to run into them again, but still have access to friends. No holes in the conversation where an obvious block or ignore leaves gaps.
😓 Please don’t give the fash a blueberry fetish. That’s the last thing the internet needs.
This is true. While I appreciate Al Jazeera’s coverage of Gaza, at the end of the day, they’re a mouthpiece for an autocracy. And their primary media contrast is, well, other mouthpieces for other autocracies.
I hate watching the news. It’s terrorist empires and wannabe empires having pissing contests with each other.
It’s 50+ countries in a trenchcoat. Pan-Americanism, in the US context, is laughable at best and absolutely a shambling nightmare at worst. There’s several reasons why our government sucks. But the sheer size of this fucking empire is the top of the list.
Before the end of the century, it’s going to Balkanize hard.
Having to explain how you ended up in a death camp in El Salvador when you came to visit legally as a tourist.
Oh, take my damn upvote you punny bastard. 😂
Ditto what the others said. You might have just rolled bad RNG (DNA) at character creation (birth) and just gotten stuck with immunity to certain painkillers. It happens. Bad luck, friend.
hehehehe You know, it’s hilarious that you say that. Nobody ever realizes that they’re talking to a starving homeless person on the internet when they meet one, do they? Believe it or not, quite a few of us do have jobs. Not all of us are disabled or addicted. That is the problem with the society we live in. We’re invisible until we talk to you.
Me, bottom 10%, making coffee for a paycheck and scavenging my new pair of pants from a dumpster: Yeah, man, you said it.
I might just be a massive god damn nerd, but I would rather build my own with an old Pixel, a printer, and a Pi. If I can’t be up to my elbows in its guts, from board to code, then it isn’t mine.