While I was in the process of disentangling myself from religion, the woman I lived with for nearly 10 years went off the deep end. Prosperity gospel. She became insufferable.
I made a much-needed escape, and met my wife a year later. She, like me, believes religion to be a social construct, intended to keep the masses docile and obedient.
Office with a public college, WFH 60%
I predicted back in 2000 that the net would become a big complex system of cable channels, you pay for every site you visit. It’s sure AF going that way.
Something wonderful is gone forever. Thanks America.
A fierce jungle apex predator! (In her little cat mind anyway).
It’s not social media per se. It’s capitalism. The Internet was this vast frontier, where you could meet anyone. Little communities formed, we all just talked, and self-regulated any bad behavior. It was a gift economy, we all freely shared knowledge, files, culture.
In the past 20 or so years, economies of scale took over. Corporations bought up the server space and aggressively shut down small communities. Community is discouraged, keep scrolling and click on the ads! Marketing killed the internet.
Who says cats don’t have expressions?
If your Big Mac starts tasting a little, um, slimy? That’s just a whole mouth fulla FREEDOM.
Definitely Road Runner.
As for a rare one, Lost In Space. My spoiled brother had to have Batman, every week.
Like walking from a free society into a police state. Micromanagement, hidden rules that you were expected to know and obey, a culture of informants.
I don’t think he ever quite readjusted to civilian life after his time in World War II. He talked of it constantly, watched documentaries and war pictures.
It’s from a radio production suite, sold to smalltime broadcasters. One crummy little daytimer I worked for used that very one.
Reddit wants ad clicks, not community. They don’t want anyone participating too much, particularly if the algorithm says they don’t scroll constantly and see ads.
One of my cats is in my lap right now. The other is tripping balls on organic catnip.
“Room Service? Your finest catnip please!”
Cats have a way of inserting themselves into your life, don’t they?
“I’m the greatest cat, the most bigly feline ever! I’m pretty sure no other cat knocks stuff off the counter than I do, believe me!”
No cat can relax the way torties relax. Our Cleo is very Zen.