He’s now in Aussie Crook Valhalla, enjoying endless succulent Chinese meals with Ned Kelly and Chopper Read.
He’s now in Aussie Crook Valhalla, enjoying endless succulent Chinese meals with Ned Kelly and Chopper Read.
The village on Lunt near Liverpool considered changing its name to “Launt”, because vandals kept adding a top stroke to the L in signs.
Coulsdon is the new Scunthorpe, it seems
We’re probably more likely to see Europe paying reparations to Russia to normalise relations and get cheap gas again.
True, though BlueSky is a temporary redoubt at best, though one which, through switching costs, will trap people just as Xitter did. They accepted venture capital funds, and so when the time comes, will have to somehow recoup that from their users. At the moment, they’re in the glue-trap phase, attracting their users with promises to be open and not screw them over (see also: the early days of Facebook). Once enough are there, and have brought their friends and built personally meaningful networks dependent on BlueSky, the trap will close: third-party APIs will be restricted to the point of not providing an escape (as happened with Reddit and Xitter), the user-configurable algorithms will get unremovable additions that gradually increase the amount of ads, influencer content, AI pink-slime and whatever else they want in your feed, and then you’ll lose the ability to see all the content you selected, all the better to keep you refreshing and scrambling for anything you may have missed. And then, since all your friends and the cool people you follow are there, your choices will be to stay and suck it up, or effectively become a hermit.
and apparently Nazis are following suit.
Someone should perhaps spin up a Mastodon/Misskey/something instance named swifties.social and bring them into the fediverse.
Eisenhower, probably
Wireguard is more elegant and performant, and has a smaller attack surface. OpenVPN, meanwhile, is a legacy protocol, and retiring it should be a good thing.
Someone once said that if you wanted your name to be known forever, your best bet would be to eat the Mona Lisa.
If you get high enough, the idea of heavier-than-air objects not inevitably succumbing to gravity may fill you with wonder as well.
Britain will have a hard time topping this. Maybe if Farage takes over the Tories and they win the next election, they’ll come up with a fitting riposte.
In the long run, we will all be dead, and none of this will matter.
There’s a theory that that’s essentially what mermaids would be: an appendage on an aquatic predator shaped by evolution to attract its prey (in this case, horny sailors)
This is the “Africa” of first-world white-people rhetoric and AI-generated Facebook inspirational slop, a hypothetical war-torn, disease-ravaged wasteland, not the actual continent that exists.
That factoid is from a decade or two ago, when clear air turbulence was a lot rarer. Nowadays, due to global warming, turbulence coming out of nowhere is more common, and on occasion results in unbelted passengers being thrown into the ceiling and severely injured.
Stories are, though, which is why recipes have long, rambling introductions about the author’s grandmother’s childhood in a small village in Sicily or whatever.
They’re exactly as scientific as the Victorian spiritualists who talked about “vibrational energies” and such, which is to say, not at all.
At least they didn’t enshittify their existing properties with this crap.
Not even that; 0.1% per trade would bring in a huge windfall. Even something negligible like 0.01% would bring in nontrivial amounts of revenue.
The problem is that being above paying tax has become part of the identity of being rich, and the very idea of even a negligible amount of one’s wealth being taken away to be given to your inferiors is unacceptable, and the rich will defend every fluctuating cent of their wealth as a non-negotiable matter of honour, even if it means burning down the world.