Oh crap, I gotta contact my online company about this.

Sounds like Cohost is circling the bowl, too. And what happened to that social network started by two teenage girls? There were so many of these damn things I couldn’t keep track of it all. It was like the web search industry before the Google meteor struck.

Gee, who ever thought there would be racist content from a site owned by Apartheid Boy? And of course, he probably denies it exists in spite of clear evidence to the contrary. He literally defamed the Anti-Defamation League when they called him out on him jerking it to his Nazi fantasies. Then I think he cried to his mommy, who looks like the Bride of Frankenstein.

I keep thinking of ditching Kbin for Lemmy, because Kbin is down more often than I’d like, and I presume Lemmy is healthier. However, I’ve gotten quite used to this place, and am not eager to start anew elsewhere.

I was saying this over on YouTube… it’s his responsibility to report tech developments accurately and responsibly, because today’s tech developments are tomorrow’s history. Future nerds need to know the score! Scooty-Puff Junior suuuuuuuucks!

Joke’s on you! Humans will be extinct by 2531. Maybe by 2031 if Trump becomes president again.

They should call it the “Waffle Hovel” to skirt copyright.

Isn’t Erdogan that thing Jason Blood turns into in DC comics?

Ooh, ooh! There’s a song for that!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8kjBNy5AlNQ

Hardware wise, that’s been pretty much the case forever (example: Atari 5200 is a consolized Atari 400 computer), but it’s that simplified interface and the instant gratification that makes the distinction between the two. On a game system: insert game. Press start. Play game. On a computer? Tons and tons and tons of loading and file management and updates and passwords and downloads and accepting EULAs and Oh God now it’s crashed and I have to start the damn thing all over again.

Game consoles satisfy that urgent need for “ME GAME NOW.” At least, they used to. In the olden times, you could start a game in the time it takes for you to drop a quarter in the machine and press 1P. Now, it seems like game companies do everything within their power to delay that dopamine fix on consoles… which is uncomfortably close to the gaming experience on computers. “Another cut scene? Gee, great. It’s not like I started this video game to play a video game.”

Vaguely related: why the hell was it so hard for me to start Borderlands 3 on my Xbox? It’s like, dude, I don’t need your annoying third party service. This is still a game system, not a computer, right? Just… just let me press start and start the game without signing up for some other crap.

Sure blew up Dr. Oz’s political career.

There are towns in Texas that reek of cattle shit, twenty four hours a day. Seven days a week. Even Christmas. The stench doesn’t take holidays.

“Gemini, set an alert for when Google dumps you and goes back to the assistant.”

Is this gonna be one of those tech bandwagon things that Google fails at so consistently? You know, like Google phones, Google Plus, Google Pay, Google Stadia, Google Your Poodle, etc.

Just admit you want to kill all Palestinians, Bibi the Big-Eared Butcher.

Ty Burrell played Mr. Peabody in the Dreamworks film based on the old Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon shorts, where a super intelligent dog had mastered time travel. A year prior, Burrell was regularly being outsmarted by an orange in ads for Tropicana juice drinks.

I’m just sayin’, if you were going to hire someone to be a pompous canine smarty-pants, well… David Hyde Pierce is RIGHT THERE.

Maybe just stick with the lettuce, Mr. Galapagos Tortoise.

This seems to happen with progressive rock at alarming levels. They just reach a point where they take their pretentious bullshit a little too far, and the fans grow weary of it. You saw that with Jethro Tull, which pushed its luck with A Passion Play after scoring a critical success with Thick as a Brick. Yes took it too far with Topographic Oceans. I’m sure ELP has an album where they pushed the envelope a little too far and pushed away the audience in the process. Unfortunately, that had a pendulum effect, with ELP releasing the wimpy Love Beach in an attempt to reel back in those lapsed fans.

Self-hate is one hell of a drug.