I have decided by fiat that it is, in fact, une pipe.

Seems like we both do and don’t, which is the best possible outcome I think.

Next time someone doesn’t put enough onion in a dish you can ask for it to be “more alliacious.”

Sorry, yeah. I’m using it to mean “of or relating to onions.”

Still alliacious.

This is quite a paradox. It’s a true story, not satire, meaning that it does belong on /c/nottheonion; and I would indeed look at the headline and think “That has got to be a story from The Onion, America’s Finest News Source.” But it’s definitely about the satire newspaper and website The Onion, which is explicitly what this community is not about. It says so in the name!

Ooh, more for me then. Thanks!

In the talk show they do, he talked about how even with the issues he loves Pop OS and even mentioned that very argument–that he has problems with Windows too, and at least this way one of those problems isn’t copilot.

Actually, for a while Spotify did use the BitTorrent protocol for content delivery. So this isn’t too far-fetched.

Technically egg drop soup is a really wet chicken broth omelet.

I’m a Christian and even I have no idea what you’re trying to say.

You can migrate instances, though. So it’s mitigated somewhat.

Not a vulnerability or exposure. There’s no threat vector here.

There’s a “local” feed on Mastodon, too, but it’s not very well signposted.

It’s actually a messaging failure, because picking “the wrong instance” is practically impossible. It really doesn’t matter what instance you’re in, since that’s not what limits or expands your available content.

Nah, the Seffians treat Discworld with the same reverence that we treat Shakespeare. There’s a famous musician on Seffi who calls ximself Wind the Rince.

Plot twist: the Seffian’s name is Rickas’Tley

Some people are being a bit pedantic about not technically needing the internet for email, and that’s true, but the pedantry is hiding the fact that actually email is really cool in how it exists in whatever form we want it to be in! It can be transmitted over internet, or over bare TCP/IP, or even peer-to-peer. Most applications don’t take advantage of how versatile email really is.

Of course, Micro$oft makes it rely on an always-on internet connection because it’s better for their bottom line.

It is the year 2,002,026.

Humanity has conquered capitalism and moved off of Earth. Disease and accidental death have been eradicated. We’ve invented marvelous and miraculous technologies and used them to catapult ourselves to distant worlds.

It’s an open question whether or not our descendants can rightly call themselves “human” anymore, and indeed some on far-flung planets do not.

On the planet Seffi, which we call Kepler-725c, one of those human descendants watches the end of a two-dimensional audiovisual narrative, a recent fad on the planet. They aren’t watching it on a computer, per se, but on a holographic mesh device operating across a distributed cluster of nanomachines. The human descendant telepathically interfaced with it to launch the application and the narrative, and now xe marvels at how immersive and compelling the narrative was, despite being contained as it was within a two-dimensional non-interactive form.

A list of people who contributed to the construction of the narrative concludes its display, and the holomesh reverts to a waiting state, displaying a simple black panel within a white frame. And within that black panel, a small, orange-and-white triangle sits, perfectly centered. The human descendant doesn’t know what it originally represented, and muses briefly about it before deactivating the holomesh and walking out of xeir home to enjoy the sunset beneath the purple-blue trees.

You might just do it now. You can probably be ok for a few weeks.