The anti-gtld propaganda is spicy hot lately, anything non-.com is a keyboard rage trigger.

Standards for reporting on Internet forums are the same as for the grocery store tabloids that agitated the forum dwellers to begin with

I imagined it and felt more secure in not proselytizing.

"Attention all, I went somewhere else!" OK love that for you.

I'm personally thrilled not to be bound by the recommendations of my friends or family. Or work?! Gross!

People: "Oh hey there Digital Frontier, looking forward to the opportunity" The Permanently Online: "Get out of my swamp!"

Libertarians denying their conservatism so they can act wicked online while propping up Christian nationalism in the real world is happening!

Children need exposure to a diverse set of role models or they turn into hateful, close-minded lizards spitting venom at healthy people for their choice in decor.

A "no" vote is a siege, framing a hurricane's destruction as a wrathful act of god sent to punish a lesson into Pinocchio is accelerationist

11 shots of tequila

why wouldn’t they?

a task you need to be sober for

Did somebody get drunk and imagine herself the victim again?

me: picking imaginary fights with made up enemies is toxic

some jerk: no it doesn't!

There's bacteria that grow in the roots of legumes that are capable of capturing gaseous nitrogen. That nitrogen makes its way to the soil, where the trees can suck it up to produce protein, like sunflower seeds. I eat those and by the time I urinate and die the nitrogen has been so concentrated within me that I burn a small hole in the ground for the fungus, sun, and time to decay and heal.

If I could photosynthesize the carbs needed to bootstrap this operation I would. If I could plant a piece of myself and feed it rainwater and atmospheric nitrogen to grow a steak I would. If I could leave behind shelter I wood.

all your time learing to configure an abstraction layer instead of interfacing with the real underlying tooling

Bro it's state machines all the way down and expressions up top

Seeing all these memes Sovcitdartha, the Brahmin's son, turns inward for a bit then decides to lean in on the whole thing to prove he's Not A Fool, that there really is something wrong about this arrangement even if he can't quite explicate it yet. So he sets out on his journey and what he finds in the community college basement is a single tower running Win98 hosting Tim's Registration Service. And in all the IT contracts of all the states and territories are waterfalls of documentation detailing how their own Departments of Transportation simply MUST interact with any registry, which boils down to "do what Tim says" with no mention of how to delete an entry, and no clear opinion on the matter formed in the coke fueled fire that forged the whole thing. So his odyssey leads him to the Ancient Admins who'd agree to such an augury, to a cottage in the woods. The grey beards knotted at the center of the room form the spokes of a wheel turning in time to a flute and fiddle that make record scratching noises as he enters. He explains what he's seen and decries how incomplete it all still seems that the axioms of the world are set by consent and not by structure. The trees look on doe eyed with tight lipped understanding as they petrify. He turns to look away and through the window sees the river drained dry, frozen into three clouds running Amazon Car Registry. He closes his eyes and through the (why (why why)) echoing about hears the din of the village Bell-ders chanting to roll for initiative.