Life on an island applies pressure to compromise. Lemmy emerged comprised of those who wanted out specifically not to have to compromise. I think the federation concept will serve to reinforce isolated thought bubbles, and a platform migratory pattern will emerge as people crave a return to society and then an escape to their own private beaches. There’s a maturing period to grow through for sure, though.

Disagreement? In this echo chamber?? No nuance, netizen! Back in line!

I guess what I’m weighing is

1. In a world of TLDs businesses assert identity with a portfolio of names, one per TLD
2. In a world of no TLDs businesses occupy a single name with third party identification

I wonder if companysite. would be more expensive than a portfolio. There’s value in identity trust and countless ways to do that but the Internet gravitated to squirreling away domain names.

That’s a lot of hats for one person to wear, no wonder you’re having so much trouble managing your configuration. Sounds like it’d be easier to have a single registry with an open top dot and delegate all that management.

New theory, internalized guilt over online shopping induced by media showing the impacts of climate change alongside the implication that delivery is to blame is manifesting as “fuck cars” instead of “I’ll simply buy less or hate myself less when I do shop”

Gentle parenting when it comes to my own lesson learning, wrathful punishment for everybody else

Thanks for proving my point lol how do gtlds make your work much, much harder??

actively worse

😂😂😂

The anti-gtld propaganda is spicy hot lately, anything non-.com is a keyboard rage trigger.

I’m a scientist and I love cars! The “fuck cars” thing is lame, and obnoxiously whiny in a car-based society. The yutes cheer on Spongebob getting his boating license but fall to pieces when they have to drive. Did we raise a generation of drunks?

Yes, actually. It’s ignorant, cold, and wrathful. The longer the yutes hold onto a punishment mentality the longer we have to live with fascism.

I roast seasoned chickpeas for snacking like that. I’ll top pan fried chickpeas with leftover rice and carrot then let those steam up with the lid on. It helps contain popping beans too lol

Those sweet potatoes are close to Grandma Appalachia’s traditional preparation that she got from a recipe her Irish aunt tore out of a magazine back in the 70s, but hers included a hoppy beer to balance the hot sauce

The FOX standard 😂 news when it humiliates the opposition, levity in between

I’m still talking about standards of reporting, and pointing out that Internet culture tends to be especially vocal about truth and science while amplifying the same ol’ sensationalism and romanticism.

Standards for reporting on Internet forums are the same as for the grocery store tabloids that agitated the forum dwellers to begin with

I recently saw a thread fawning over regular posters without much critical thought to standards for editors in the age of meme-based reporting. The 90s yutes, upset about their aunts’ chain mail emails’ claims about artificial sweeteners and theology, ran to the Internet in search of Truth but stumbled into a breeding ground for misinformation. Oop!

At first I saw something silhouetted on a card table. Then Action entered the story and I had to choose an adventure after being asked what happened.

I figured how it rolls might depend on who pushed it, and I already knew that. Kevin. Why he did it was less clear. Muscle memory placed us at a table in the canteen. Sitting across from him on any ordinary day, some rolled up piece of napkin or a wad of garbage paper might present itself as a projectile to reach him across the plates and glass between us.

Tonight we were in my kitchen, together there for the first time. I’d moved the table into the corner with both leaves open to make extra space for snacks for the party. We pushed the pretzels and empties aside and sat facing each other off the edge of the table, knees nearly interlocked.

My chin was on my hand and my heart was on the ceiling. We were laughing about something when I noticed the toy baseball on the table. The stairs creaked and the sound of background chatter crept in like a breeze that chilled my spine. He flicked the ball, and it rolled fast off the edge then fell to the floor with a flat thud.

The phone on the wall behind him rang, and I clicked to review the test questions.

“Hmm there sure are a lot of hateful conservatives in this space I keep occupying”

I imagined it and felt more secure in not proselytizing.

“Attention all, I went somewhere else!” OK love that for you.