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Man. Remember back when domain names where like a buck or two a year? Back before the deregulation and the monopolization and the rentier ratchet? Good times, good times.
It’s the most visible rejection of care in software: People proudly saying how much the software they work on is “vibe coded” or “written by Claude” underlining how there is no pride in or responsibility for the work one not only put out but actually forces on people. It’s like a chef loudly stating that they didn’t even taste the menu they now want you to pay 200 EUR for. Like a doctor saying that they just describe you whatever medicine the computer tells them to without even looking at your test results. It’s a statement making clear that you do not give a shit. That you do not care.
tante on the .
If you don’t care about your shit then how can you expect anyone else to?
Sadly, this stuff is getting so fucking ubiquitous because the tech industry has no solidarity, humanity, or morality beyond the drive to power and never, ever has . . .
The robot wife is the final solution to the problem of female humanity. She has the appearance of a person. She performs all the functions of a person. But she has no self that might conflict with her role.
What made this horror rather than fantasy was the recognition. This is what we’re already supposed to be.The robot wife was just the completion of what society already demanded.
Abi Awomosu on .
It’s neither a mistake or an accident that, firstly, most computer assistants use female voices and, secondly, that women’s adoption of these technologies is much lower than men’s . . .
Oh yeah! A friend from Write Club is making a comic and it’s gonna be so rad and y’all should totally check it out.
If you like late-2000s punk and small-town Australian Gothic — and you should — it will be exactly up your alley.
It probably shouldn’t be surprising just how exploitative MMA is. After all, the main promotion also owns WWE, another notoriously exploitative company. Still. Just because something’s not surprising doesn’t mean it’s .
So. Yeah, I like techy stuff and science fiction.
But I’m a creative first. A human creative first. That likes to learn and use my brain to solve problems– or ask other people in community to help me. That no matter how frustrating it gets, even if I change mediums or technique I’ll never stop creating.
And if expressing yourself through creativity is just . . . for whatever reason, not a priority for you . . . you just won’t get it, I suppose[.]
albi on the most creatives get over algogen slop.
So while this is Funny, it is also worth mentioning it is an artifact of the fact symphonies and concertos were invented before marketing was.
(Also see: Really old books, which tend to be called things like "Story About Some Guy" or "That Time We Went to the Place.")
RE: https://mastodon.gamedev.place/@RYStorm/116328423410743860
Driving myself mental trying to figure out why Firefox was blocking the custom font loads (and not respecting font stacks???) on OXM. Changing settings, reloading, restarting, converting files . . . finally noticed via document inspector it was loading up an inline stylesheet with a * {} font override. "Weird, what’s injecting that?" Oh. A Stylus browser style from when I used to use the domain for Calckey. 
The .
Tl;dr the data broker industry is absolutely fucking terrifying, and social media identity verification is a cancer, even if some (some) of the issues it’s in reaction to are real.
Also, friendly reminder: The internet’s first “identity verification service”? HTTPS.
Yeah. How’d that fucking work out, hey.
Fix your hearts or die. We can see that as a threat, and I imagine many men do, but I think it’s an invitation. It’s not if you don’t fix your heart, we will kill you—though some who fail to fix their hearts will make themselves so violent in their lives that they may eventually meet a violent end.
I think it’s that if you base your identity on unsustainable lies, your heart is broken, and if you live with a broken heart, you will die. Not metaphorically, but actually, and inevitably, because you have set your heart upon something unsustainable, and unsustainable things will not sustain.
So, fix it. Fix your hearts or die. Fix your hearts or isolation. Fix your hearts or loneliness.
Or, if you like: Fix your hearts and live.
A.R. Moxon on .
David Lynch is not a man lacking for legacy . . . but I do kinda like this is the one thing of his I suspect people will keep quoting, over and over, forever.