Zebra F-301

You are free to learn ‘Xi Jinping thought.’ Doubt this is for the progress of humanity.

That’s not how Open Source works. Is this Chinese version of the AI likely biased? Yes…almost certainly.

But Open Source means that anyone can download and use the same source code and same technology to tinker with it and create one that isn’t biased and has nothing to do with the Chinese government.

The power of Open Source is that regardless of who creates the software originally, a million eyes are literally looking at the code. It’s nearly impossible to hide any shenanigans.

The fastest way to make me not download a particular piece of software is to invite me to join their discord to discuss questions and tech support.

Wait until they learn about parking your half-tonne on it, building a hut and sitting there fishing with some beers for hours.

Exactly. This is the good thing about federation. If you don’t like the community you’re in, move to another one that better aligns to your values. No one’s speech is “limited”, but other instances aren’t forced to listen to you unless they want to.

That’s a very fair point. But it’s still annoying.

Not when every app decides to use a different point version of the same damn platform.

"Hello Mr. Application. I see you’d like to use the Freedesktop-SDK 23.08.27

“Oh…well hello other application. What’s this? You want to use Freedesktop-SDK 24.08.10? Well…I guess so…”

Edited to add: Yes, I know that flatpaks will upgrade to use updated platforms. But it doesn’t automatically remove the old one, forcing you to have to run flatpak remove --unused every week just to keep your drive clean. That’s hardly user friendly for the average person.

I don’t mind flatpaks in a pinch, but having to use them for literally every app on my computer is an unreasonable amount of bloat.

So this is half on me, and half on my father. (I inherited my “stupid idea” gene.

When I was 16 my dad was building a greenhouse on our small acreage. Frame was up, everything was ready and it became time to lay down the heavy clear plastic sheeting that would form the surface.

As he was up in the top nailing down each corner, it was my job to hold each corner down as tight as I could from the ground by using a rope attached to the corner of the sheet. (I don’t know if i’m describing this properly).

Any way, my father’s fault in the story is this: The only “rope” we could find was baler twine. It’s thin, coarse, and can easily slice like a saw. We secured a long piece of it to the corner of the sheeting and my job was to basically “tug of war” the corner in order to keep it taut for my father to secure.

Anyone raised in the country already sees exactly where I’m going with this…

MY stupid part in this story is this…

In an attempt to get a better purchase on the baler twine, I wrapped it a few times around my hand, through my fingers, etc…

Did I mention it was a bit windy that day? So a guest of wind took the corner and ripped it out of my hands, with the twine literally zipping through my fingers, slicing them nearly to the bone because friction + baler twine = weirdly effective saw.

Four fingers on my right hand were left with ring scars from where the twine zipped through them and my right hand was out of action for about a week

That is essentially the vibe I got from that argument. We didn’t last much longer after that.

The moment I knew that I had to break it off with my ex was when a comment about tea-cup saucers turned into an accusation that I “always had to be right”.

We were having cake for dessert:

Her: “Can you grab plates?”

Me: Grabs a couple of small plates.

Her: “No, those aren’t for cake. It’s the really small ones.”

Me: “Okay, but FYI the small ones are actually teacup saucers. You can tell the difference because they have the indent in the middle so the teacup doesn’t slip around.”

Her: “You just always have to be right, don’t you?”

What followed was a truly bonkers argument where I found myself accused of “lording my intelligence” and told that I had to be right in everything.

For the record, I told her I literally didn’t give a shit what she wants to eat cake off of. I’m the guy that would happily use a Tupperware lid as a plate if it was the closest thing to hand. I was just pointing out an “interesting fact” (in my mind at least).

I didn’t know what to do with my hours at work. I was almost at the point of actually…working…gross.

First --> Check if I have boobs.

If yes --> Play with them for a bit.

If no --> Proceed to find out who I am.

I would ask him who he is. Then when he gets upset that I don’t recognize him and he gives me his name I say “hmmm, never heard of you.”

Watch is ego implode.

Shit like this is going to happen until us poors remember our place.

And nothing of value was lost.

“Baby”

as in: “Baby girl, get your ass off my head, I’ll get up and feed you dammit.”

Baby Girl is Ripley, a 110 pound mastiff with clinging issues.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought I read that their factory is actually built in occupied territory.

It’s the reason I’ve always refused to but one.

“Compromises the innocence of children”???

Unless you are incredibly liberal parents, children don’t even know what the fuck those are until they’re old enough to recognize it as anything more than just a “tube”. By the time they grasp the idea that it’s something sexual, they’re old enough to handle that knowledge.

“smaller government” apparently just means few dildos for the inspector to have to count.

Keep in mind, this is a new Gilded Age. Trump would most certainly call in the Pinkertons for some good ol’ fashioned strike breaking.