I’m from the 90s Internet. Geocities. Tripod. Webrings. My awesome gothy co-worker staying late after work to update her vampire fan-fiction site because hardly anyone had a computer and the boss let her use the company’s windows 95 machine.

We are categorically lazier as a culture now than then. I expect things to enshittify further until we collectively take responsibility and accountability for our own culture, engagement and entertainment online. As we used to. We need more stupid web tricks, this place used to have all sorts of public art and weird monuments to human quirkiness.

Until they take away from us the ability to purchase a 10$ domain, use DNS, and make HTML forbidden knowledge, anyone can be out there contributing. I realize, however, that most will not; I’ve recently started getting wide eyed stares of amazement because I have my own domain and use it for my email address, so we seem to be sliding further…

Not sure how we fix this.

Bye bye internet. Hello splinternet.

Lol any hacker tossing “bro” around in conversation immediately gets a downgrade from black (or white) hat to “propeller beanie”.

Scratch that; anyone trying to sound serious about anything does.

Those 5G Conspiracy Theorists probably feel vindicated after reading this lol

I rather think they will be let down, given we’re on wifi 7, not 5G, and also no injected nanites were involved.

Step one: put this on your tinder profile:

I have been permanently locked out and actually impossible to play any Rockstar Social - walled game on Steam.

Step two: reel’em in. You’re free now!

Is the Tldr “Only a sith deals in absolutes?”

Our very own economic Butlerian jihad.

Thirded. All three (Linux, FF, nexus)

ZERO ISSUES.

For sure. Look at Twitter, chok full of shit talkers. The owner’s the worst of the flock, I hear.

Yeah but as a husband, we have waste heat to manage, plus just normal waste.

That’s just the “B” ark. Ah. But I forget about the mutant star goat.

I would need an entourage of physiotherapists if I had the bling to roll with a 9kg necklace.

Imagine how dope my rhymes would be though. A man can dream…

Canadian belly laugh

Sweaty, stank-ass armpit if the internet. In a trench, doused in gasoline and set ablaze is the only outcome I will accept.

Oh man. For me, Tetris. Every time.

I get past the first dungeon no problems, and find the heart container, but as soon as I meet that old guy with his kite in the tree I’m lost. I think I need to craft a slingshot or something but I’ve no idea where to get the rubber for an elastic band.

With some accidental Don Cherry contamination from the 3 way.

Like the robass from “The Quest for Saint Aquin”. Not post-apoc at all.

I wrote an article about how Jim Carrey used greenface (very offensively too) during the filming of “The Mask”, but hardly anyone cared.

He’s not even an amphibian!

Thanks, Cinco!

Relatable, and ya can’t blame twitch. I want to expel refuse from my body too.