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I initially read that as "fashion traitor" and pictured her wearing Gucci in a Prada zone.

I started working at age 13 back in 1980 because I wanted money to buy GI Joes, and comic books. So I started going to construction jobs with my shithead father on Saturdays and helped him put up sheetrock. My first legitimate job was the summer I turned 15, I was big for my age so I started doing deliveries for a furniture store, worked there for two summers until I was fired after a workplace injury. The guy I worked with was a racist Italian from Whitestone New York, and I was a smart slightly autistic black kid. His delivery truck only had one seat so I stood in the open door on the right side holding on for dear life. One day we were moving a heavy office desk upstairs and I was bringing up the rear, he lost control which resulted in the desk sliding downstairs and slamming me into a wall. My ribs were badly bruised so after I got home the store panicked and fired me, they probably thought we were going to sue. Anyway I went into a deep depression and couldn't leave my room for a month. One of my therapists later told me that it was the first appearance of my bipolar disorder.

I was legally employable, and of age but still got hurt on the job. I just had shithead employers.

I've never had an issue with this. And no, I don't know how to help you. Contacting the devs would be your best hope.

I'm playing Baldur's Gate 3 with Wyll as my mage, and two custom hirelings that I brought in to replace Shadowheart the cleric, and the vampire thief guy who I was really liking up until he tried to bite me. So I killed him. Also thinking about letting Gale starve to death because I'd rather sell surplus magic items. The heroic characters talked too fucking much, and I didn't appreciate all their drama. Hirelings are quiet and they kill who I want them to kill without complaing about it.

I'm playing a half-drow elemental monk who somehow learned to play the lute and lyre. He's black because I'm black, which is also why I wanted Wyll. I found a cowboy hat somewhere.

Is it weird that I think of an ouroboros every time I see the Threads logo?

I am 1,735,668,000 seconds old, and so I have seen some shit. Donald Trump is just an unseemly hiccup in an insignificant span of time. There were ghastly horrors before him and there will be ghastly horrors after him. These nuisances seem important because this is your now, you'll realize how little they meant when this is your then. As in, it seemed so important then, while you look back at the Land of Then from the clear hilltops of After.

Content discovery is really easy for me on Mastodon, I can search for what I want via hashtag or a post, plus the people I follow and my followers always have nice suggestions. But if your instance has low federation, you might not see much.

That means she's doing her job. The best VPs are the invisible ones .

No you need strong oversight. I saw from the inside how the Philadelphia school district squandered their funds on bullshit Apple laptops and computers that were never used, instead of the Linux desktops and kids were actually using daily. Chromebooks are just leasable ewaste.

I like this idea.

The brain drain on Reddit now makes reading some of the forums I used to follow very painful. The level of discourse, the turn of phrase, the obscure references that now now end at the 2000s instead of going back decades. The depth of knowledge there has shallowed because the kids who grew up reading and upvoting our posts, who lived vicariously through our old ass generation, are now in charge, and many of them have no real world knowledge to share.

I remember life before the internet, I remember black and white television, I remember seeing the Beatles live on television, I remember how rap started because I was there, I remember nuclear drills because I lived under Reagan, I remember MTV when they played music videos, I lived through the first World Trade center bombing, and 9/11 in New York.

I went from the Commodore 64 and dialup internet in the 80s, to building my first computer in the 90s. I remember buying Red Hat Linux in a box at Barnes & Noble, and then slowly watching Linux get better, I even watched Android mature from nothing to where it is today. Working in publishing for two decades allowed me to see the development of ebooks. I even saw portable music develop from my walkman, to a CD player, to the bulky ugly ass mp3 player I defaulted to because I rejected Apple.

These kids on Reddit now remember some basic ass shit from the oughts.

I apologize for the old man's rant.

A long time ago I reasoned that the poorest least educated of us would be functional illiterates for whom a separate glyph based language would be created. A smiley face does not require reading comprehension or analysis, nor does it produce a populace that asks questions.

I don't think the landholders who run this shit want more than fifty percent literacy from the serfs who will be beholden to their grandchildren. Too many smart serfs would endanger their legacies, and too few would render the industrial collective serviced by their human capital uncompetitive.

The next few decades will be about them figuring out just how many smart motherfuckers they need, and how to keep those firecrackers too frightened to start a revolution. They'll be minmaxing the hell out of us.