Gaming enthusiast, writer, artist, and social media ronin. Current denizen of the Dork Web, aka federated media. Doesn’t play well with others.
Sure, why not. People gave you all the information on Reddit for free, you might as well sell it to the highest bidder without compensating them. I call it the “Veasey maneuver.”
Oh crap, I gotta contact my online company about this.
I gave up on Reddit a lot more easily than you did, that’s for sure. When King Julian told us that our concerns weren’t worth a damn, and when he said he wanted to emulate what Elon Musk has done to, er, with Twitter, I decided it was time to make tracks. You don’t HAVE to let heartless tech billionaires fuck you in the ass for the convenience. I don’t find this dick in the ass very convenient.
Sounds like Cohost is circling the bowl, too. And what happened to that social network started by two teenage girls? There were so many of these damn things I couldn’t keep track of it all. It was like the web search industry before the Google meteor struck.
Gee, who ever thought there would be racist content from a site owned by Apartheid Boy? And of course, he probably denies it exists in spite of clear evidence to the contrary. He literally defamed the Anti-Defamation League when they called him out on him jerking it to his Nazi fantasies. Then I think he cried to his mommy, who looks like the Bride of Frankenstein.
I keep thinking of ditching Kbin for Lemmy, because Kbin is down more often than I’d like, and I presume Lemmy is healthier. However, I’ve gotten quite used to this place, and am not eager to start anew elsewhere.
I was saying this over on YouTube… it’s his responsibility to report tech developments accurately and responsibly, because today’s tech developments are tomorrow’s history. Future nerds need to know the score! Scooty-Puff Junior suuuuuuuucks!
I think I blew up that KFC when I played Mercenaries on the Xbox…
Stupid people.
Hardware wise, that’s been pretty much the case forever (example: Atari 5200 is a consolized Atari 400 computer), but it’s that simplified interface and the instant gratification that makes the distinction between the two. On a game system: insert game. Press start. Play game. On a computer? Tons and tons and tons of loading and file management and updates and passwords and downloads and accepting EULAs and Oh God now it’s crashed and I have to start the damn thing all over again.
Game consoles satisfy that urgent need for “ME GAME NOW.” At least, they used to. In the olden times, you could start a game in the time it takes for you to drop a quarter in the machine and press 1P. Now, it seems like game companies do everything within their power to delay that dopamine fix on consoles… which is uncomfortably close to the gaming experience on computers. “Another cut scene? Gee, great. It’s not like I started this video game to play a video game.”
Vaguely related: why the hell was it so hard for me to start Borderlands 3 on my Xbox? It’s like, dude, I don’t need your annoying third party service. This is still a game system, not a computer, right? Just… just let me press start and start the game without signing up for some other crap.
Is this like the Linux nerds’ version of the Crips and the Bloods?
Anti-vaxxers, of course. Everyone thank the anti-vaxxers with both middle fingers!
Without humanity, peace is easily achieved.
Life sucks, no doubt, but you’re here and you have to get used to it. The best advice I can provide is slurp up all the good moments you can and savor the taste, so their memories will get you through the hard spots. Repeat until dead.
“If you don’t have these little ‘advertisements’ cleaned up by the time we get back, I’LL come to Quark’s… and believe me, I’ll have FUN.”
Man, now you just trollin’.
I get a laugh out of Sisko doing a silly child’s dance in Lethal Candyland, in that episode of DS9 when they make first contact with a bunch of gambling aliens. “Allamarane! Count to four! Allamarane! Then three more!” It’s those little moments in Star Trek where respected actors humiliate themselves for the sake of the plot that are just so great to watch. See also Armin Shimerman as the silvery announcement box in one of the early TNG episodes.
Good, the kill-billies can take a ride on the electric chair.
Busta WOOF!
You should see all the human filth on YouTube defending him, and claiming the jury was paid off. Only in your tiny, diseased, kill-billy minds.