I’m from the 90s Internet. Geocities. Tripod. Webrings. My awesome gothy co-worker staying late after work to update her vampire fan-fiction site because hardly anyone had a computer and the boss let her use the company’s windows 95 machine.

We are categorically lazier as a culture now than then. I expect things to enshittify further until we collectively take responsibility and accountability for our own culture, engagement and entertainment online. As we used to. We need more stupid web tricks, this place used to have all sorts of public art and weird monuments to human quirkiness.

Until they take away from us the ability to purchase a 10$ domain, use DNS, and make HTML forbidden knowledge, anyone can be out there contributing. I realize, however, that most will not; I’ve recently started getting wide eyed stares of amazement because I have my own domain and use it for my email address, so we seem to be sliding further…

Not sure how we fix this.

Bye bye internet. Hello splinternet.

Lol any hacker tossing “bro” around in conversation immediately gets a downgrade from black (or white) hat to “propeller beanie”.

Scratch that; anyone trying to sound serious about anything does.

Those 5G Conspiracy Theorists probably feel vindicated after reading this lol

I rather think they will be let down, given we’re on wifi 7, not 5G, and also no injected nanites were involved.

Step one: put this on your tinder profile:

I have been permanently locked out and actually impossible to play any Rockstar Social - walled game on Steam.

Step two: reel’em in. You’re free now!

Our very own economic Butlerian jihad.

Thirded. All three (Linux, FF, nexus)

ZERO ISSUES.

I see we’re putting the crypto in cryptofascist.

Or maybe it’s the other way around.

Something something Venn diagram is a circle something.

Yeah, like, why learn how to split the atom if all we can do is splode stuff. It’s not like we can cure cancer or power things without emitting planet killing gasses or anything.

An interesting thought experiment: I think he’s full of shit, you think he’s full of himself. Maybe there’s a “theory of everything” here somewhere. E = shit squared?

The safest strategy with people like him is to assume there is no floor, and that for everyone else’s safety, he should be humanely put down on that floor next to his morality.

And I mean put down in the sense we talk about our aged pets, and I know it’s truly better than he deserves.

It’s right after that epic car chase part between Robo-Pope and the Antimatter Pope.

Man. What a scene!

Canadian belly laugh

Sweaty, stank-ass armpit if the internet. In a trench, doused in gasoline and set ablaze is the only outcome I will accept.

Oh man. For me, Tetris. Every time.

I get past the first dungeon no problems, and find the heart container, but as soon as I meet that old guy with his kite in the tree I’m lost. I think I need to craft a slingshot or something but I’ve no idea where to get the rubber for an elastic band.

Like the robass from “The Quest for Saint Aquin”. Not post-apoc at all.

Thanks, Cinco!

I love this idea. I couldn’t help but think of the innernette though.

It’s literally peaks and valleys of probability based on linguistic rules. That’s it. It is what’s referred to as a “Chinese room” in thought experiments.

China’s not talking about making my country one of it’s states. Relatively angelic by comparison.