A blaze of glory in a hail of bullets

Does anyone remember when Obama and Clinton each held town hall campaign events on MySpace? Good luck finding anything about those now other than some news articles that say they happened. How many business zoom calls have formal meeting minutes taken? We are not saving histories. We aren’t even writing letters. I’m as guilty as anyone. My art is online and kept in the cloud. I make my Christmas Card every year, but I haven’t printed and mailed one in over a decade. It’s all sent electronically. Meaning that a generation from now no one will remember.

So the problem is bigger than Twitter. We are now a couple of decades into an age that will not leave any detailed historical record.

It’s thought this might just be a black spot of knowledge, there are organizations working to stop this — archival websites primarily, but these are not able to penetrate all these corporate gated gardens, where paywalls, sign up walls, and more block access to. There is an ongoing campaign by megacorps to shutdown as many archival sites as possible.

Apparently while the descriptions of Romania are inexpertly cribbed from a travel guide, the Catholicism is largely invented, and occasionally loses track of moon phases, dates, and Lucy's hair color

me a machine built to solve problems: great here’s the solution

loved one: im so fucking emotional about the problem

me: i have the solution

loved one: i get so angry. i’m frustrated

me: i am holding the solution in my hand and showing it to you

lloved one, yelling now: the universe is indifferent

#and counterintuitively you have to take care of that second part FIRST #because otherwise—as you point out—they won’t be able to absorb the solution #so step one is going ‘i love you i’m so sorry this is happening to you i love you’ and listening to them for a while

#and then once they remember that they’re not an island of misery in a sea of nothingness #you hit them with the solution (proposed gently so that it doesn’t seem like you’re trying to shut them up about the problem) #it’s probably going to feel weird to do it but I guarantee you it works

#tl;dr: when someone’s complaining about a problem it’s about an 85% chance that they actually want attention sympathy and kindness #and the actual problem is something they can solve—but only once they’ve fulfilled the immediate need

didn’t brush your teeth this morning? forgive your past self and do it now!

woke up at 3am and realize you didn’t brush your teeth before bed? 11pm you was tired, forgive yourself, and just do it now!

“it’s okay” DOES lose helpfulness when you forget that it’s supposed to mean “don’t beat yourself up about mistakes, and don’t let it keep you from doing something different.”

Twitter Blue going about as well as everyone expected.

Shame Elon Musk fired the team that rigorously tested how new features would impact their global social media platform.

What advertiser, company or person of interest is going to want to use Twitter now?

Everything built by every other species is always *too high*. So they had to invent a small, portable folding ladder in order to avoid the embarrassment of having to ask for help.

Which was metal, obviously, for strength and durability and making it useful as an impromptu clubbing weapon.

Eventually opening a Dwarf Army Chair to the desired tool becomes akin to solving a puzzle box. Dwarves develop the new reputation of being exceedingly clever and tricky which baffles them since they’re not doing anything differently.

“I only asked you to set up the work bench,” the dwarf says, baffled. They look between the party leader and the ten foot catapult set up in the middle of the clearing. “We can’t prepare dinner on that.”

The party leader, sweating and outraged, laughs without humor. “Really?! You don’t think so?!”

The dwarf’s brow furrows. “No,” they say slowly, “because that’s a catapult.”

well that’s mathematically incorrect becuase you can still simplify the fraction since both sides have “he”

Now i only have scraps left.

Also my NPC husband with all three projects at once :D

Wait says the yellow light, twinkling in between. 

Character 1: hey can you pass me the (demonic screeching)

Character 2: (visibly disturbed)