Waiting to get encircled is such a horrible plan. It also pisses me off at Osgiliath when Faramir’s men let a tonne of orcs through the arches before jumping out and fighting, so now they have orcs behind them as well as in front — how about defending the natural chokepoints you have so you only to have to face one or two orcs at a time, you absolute dickheads?
They tried to get this going in the UK too with stories about proles fighting over TVs, but we’ll only fight over stuff from the centre aisle at Aldi or at the footy.
It occurs to me anyway that making Fediverse apps in the shape and likeness of corporate media was a mistake. Even without the ever-present feed algorithms, people still post as though they are in an attention economy in these formats because they were conditioned to do so for years.
I understand that this was done to make adoption and migration easier, but I feel like the Fediverse ultimately needs to succeed on its own terms.
Once I was driving up a windy moorland road near Haworth — proper Brontë Country — straight into the sunset and I was going at an absolute crawl, feeling pretty self conscious that I was holding up traffic somehow. Think I made the right decision though as we saw a car that’d tried to go at speed off the road down a gully after entirely missing a corner, with the driver stood on his phone.
Remember how the last one ended with the heroes double-punching the paedophile Roman Polanski?
Well you try reigning for 70 years without smoking 50 B&H a day.
I actually know someone who has a baby with their cousin, who is a minor celebrity.
Deep South moment
God is a DJ
This happened to me except the cleaner was moving stuff around on my desk to clean the tea rings. I eventually put the second mouse in that cardboard box you still have under your desk from the last move.
Does this mean that when you have the nightmare where it’s exam day and you didn’t attend any of the lectures that’s just an Easter egg from an earlier era for your diehard fans to pick up on?
I think the worst software-gore I remember seeing was a web app that dumped all the data to the browser as a huge XML file and then had JavaScript translate the contents of the xml into views. That probably wouldn’t even sound that far off the reservation now if it was JSON, thanks to the sleepless efforts of the JavaScript industrial complex, but back then you’d just render pages and return them.
But it’s not a word.
28 Years Later basically did this.
Second-hand smoking is a thing. People without seatbelts turn into missiles in accidents or just lose control of vehicles and cause accidents, injuring others. All of these plus riders without helmets end up in hospital, costing everybody taxes and lost work days (covering for colleagues even if you don’t care what it costs businesses). You can’t just renege all responsibility for safety because you don’t exist in a vacuum.
They’re called “ruthies”.
It’s almost as though huge masses of people can’t just be simplified into lettered groups like some kind of social media horoscope.
Got ‘em