I’m saving this for later, I have people send me print ads (yeah really) and this will help.

I suppose it’s too much to hope for, for RSS feeds to make a comeback. Or JSON feeds being more prevalent. I’m totally serious, I miss being able to just check the headlines without going through a bunch of bullshit.

KDE also has a WebKit browser. Heck it’d be weird if they didn’t since WebKit is a fork of KHTML

At this point I’m more or less done with Reddit. My latest ban was because I posted a screenshot of an ad with a wacky old person comment to r/oldpeoplefacebook. I carefully smudged out the person’s name and profile pic…and got a three-day site-wide ban for sharing personal information. I protested, they said, nope, you shared personal information. All I can figure is they decided the advertiser’s name is personal info, which would make it even more bizarre because I’d say about half the posts have group or advertiser names unedited.

People they let mod, can end up getting this really bizarre God complex not dissimilar to what you see in university settings, their word goes, questioning their word is a sin and they’ll just double down.

The Twitter bots started in on that shit before the damn rain stopped and haven’t stopped since. At this point Twitter’s living in a goddamn fantasy world. “Where’s Biden? He hasn’t done ANYTHING!” Meanwhile he issued several emergency declarations? “Where’s Kamala in all this? This is her problem!” …is it? What’s with Twitter bots acting like Kamala Harris is already the President?

I remember when the GNOME file manager was this kind of interesting hybrid that used MC for the backend. The one thing I liked about it was that it could be docked in Window Maker. Yep I was using a Dock in GNOME waaaaaaaaaaaaaay before most GNOME users.

Nowadays it’s still possible to replicate my old Window Maker desktop in XFCE.

I’m gonna laugh my ass off if someone finds out there was some obscure Emacs fork or clone designed to run Clojure or something, and it’s named Again

I tried that once. Don’t eat the Milk Duds that come out of a rabbit, trust me, they taste like shit.

Y’know…

I gave up on it because I’ve tried logging in via Jeroba, Connect, and Voyager on my phone, and no bueno. I don’t mind putting in some effort but eventually I give up.

Well I don’t think he meant anything other than that he probably agrees with the lyrics. Four people wrote the song and he’s not one of the songwriters. Also he’s not from a small town.

It was briefly syndicated, I think; I watched the first season on the local ABC affiliate. In my area a tiny little TV station in the middle of a cornfield got the rights to TNG and I honestly think that’s what kept that station afloat. The affiliates fought over DS9 and VOY. There was a UPN station in my region but it was too week for me to watch it OTA.

What’s happened is the US judicial system has decided that if you make a fireman or policeman legally liable, then everyone has to be. Meaning if you see that your neighbor is in an emergency situation, it’s not enough to call 911, you have to respond and can be found liable, if emergency responders are.

It’s stupid.

Oh, I don’t know. There’s lots of towns across the US that only came to be because it was a water stop. And in those towns the tracks still exist and the people living there commute to work.

The little town I grew up in had a trainyard and that’s why it existed. The yard is gone but there’s still active train lines going through town.

How vulnerable are those billionaire bunkers to earthquakes?

Yeah… it’s Chrome now

winget install Mozilla.Firefox

I’ve been tempted to do this for things like egg salad sandwiches and potato salad.

I feel like they tried to learn from BSG without bringing in Ronald D Moore for insight, and just said, hmm, yes, the things that make BSG work so well are depression and alcoholism.

If you like that one and you’ve never seen the original Rat Pack Ocean’s Eleven movie, do yourself a favor and watch it. It’s not deep, it’s not fantastic cinema, but it’s entertaining as heck.