Toots are ephemeral, subject to deletion on a whim.
Born at 323 ppm. Living at the crossroads of the Butlerian Jihad and Idiocracy.
I've been terminally online for ~40 years, long before the big endless scroll. I've seen things some people wouldn't believe. 1200 baud modems on fire from Usenet flame wars. I watched c-news servers stutter at the mere mention of Kibo. All those moments will be lost in AI slop, like tears in rain. Time to deshittify.
This is my self hosted #iceshrimp instance for me, myself, and I.
Related, I have a self hosted #vernissage instance where I post things I find while wandering around with the cameras. You can find those at @another
My toots are ephemeral and might be deleted at any time. (I run irregular sweeps of my posts and zap them when I feel like it.)
I prefer to stay away from politics, when possible. I may boost or create a #shitpost or #meme about them from time to time. Those are more likely to be deleted sooner than other posts.
At the start of the pandemic, I had been already working from home for about six years and was very comfortable with the video meetings.
The majority of the company was new to it though, and they were doing video calls for the first time due to offices temporarily closed for the plague. When I attended some meeting outside of my usual group it was a revelation for many that you could have fun with it.
Most didn't know about having custom backgrounds, for instance.
Our pedestrian crosswalk beg buttons say "WAIT!" in a semi-urgent male voice when you press them (or wave at them closely in some cases). Meaning, wait for the light to change and the walk sign to light up.
Tonight we encountered one that said "Change password" in a non-urgent female voice. Couldn't get it to repeat that, nor give any more audible output while we were there waiting for the light to change. Pushed it a zillion times. (Usually you can push them and get it to say WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!)
In the early 90s I worked with Data General Dasher D2 serial terminals that are the inspiration for the computers in Severance. The D2 was in the printer room and was used to control the print queues. The keyboards were shit, partly because even at that time those terminals were long in the tooth (introduced 1977), and the keyboards were starting to go.
My favourite as far as looks went was the D200, from 1979. I was also able to type reasonably ok on it and used an in house Oracle Pro*C Forms application in my main job as well as monkeying around with rewriting printer queue management scripts for the new AViiON DG/UX system that replaced a pair of MV/8000 AOS beasts.
Back in simpler times, I set up some mailing list software and added any spammer that found my inbox to that list, then injected their spam back to the list. This was when the majority of spam was sent from real accounts. From fields were not forged, generally.
There were clear instructions in the email headers on how to unsubscribe.
The indignant chaos of them fighting with each other demanding to get off the list and to stop sending them spam was priceless entertainment.
@n_dimension@billyjoebowers Do I get to see the tree as it blows up? In person? Can I choose the tree? Am I limited to how many trees per year I can do this to? If I plant ten new trees, can I blow up an old one? Can we turn this into a reality tv show?
I haven't looked at u toob in a while for anything beyond some street photography interviews and omg is there ever a lot of ai generated garbage. I thought the fake happy-go-lucky influencers were bad before but this just takes the cake. Blargh.
