we should be focused on the problems we have here.

Such as restoring earths beauty. There is ZERO reason why something absurd like 40% of America is just…parking lots. Or abandoned warehouses. Or abandoned malls.

This may surprise most people, but, this country is naturally beautiful! And it can be again!

We just gotta kick this bad habit we’ve had for 200+ years of forced slavery, and profit chasing.

Oh, and also, no more pedophile presidents.

I heard corporations are throwing trillions of dollars into AI.

And plus Mark Zuckerberg is rich. We can all agree that Mark Zuckerberg is AI, right?

They pay you in AI dollars.

Maybe we can just nuke Chicago. Nothing of value would be lost.

Fucking AI? I think pornhub has that…

I get most of what you’re saying…but what’s the space part? I like living on ground. I mean, I’m not opposed to a new planet. We could travel there. But I’d like to live on a planet.

That may all be true and all, but other services aren’t one guy.

It would be like signing up for a fediverse instance, which uses closed source software, and it’s just one guy running the service for a small amount of people.

I don’t know who runs Lemmy.world, but at no point do I think the admins are targeting me, to read through my inbox. My judgement says that’s not what the admins are doing with their time.

But this myspace clone had 300ish registered members on a single centralized closed source platform being run and created by one guy with zero oversight. I can’t say that he created the service specifically to spy on people, but it certainly doesn’t pass the sniff test.

ain’t Facebook just Myspace but “better”?

furious

Get.

Out!

When I was 5 years old, I used to go to a bakery. And it was locally owned.

I’d go in, and I’d buy a brownie. And I’d do my moms shopping. Just lite stuff. Gallon of milk. Carton of cigerettes. Loaf of bread. Sometimes pancake mix. Then I’d buy a brownie from the bakery.

Every Saturday morning.

This went on for years. Until one day, I came in, clearly something wrong. I bought all my moms groceries. I’m 15 by this point. But I didn’t get my brownie. And so when Abeer (shop owners name) put my brownie on the counter, I said no. She could already tell something was wrong before the brownie rejection. But now she had to ask. I said “I don’t want a brownie today”.

She said “I’ll give you one. It’s ok if you don’t pay this week.”

I said “No. It’s not about money. I don’t want a brownie.”

She asked “Whats wrong?”

I said “Papa died…” and I burst into tears. Papa was my grandfather. He had died the night before. I just wanted to get in, and get out. Without talking really. But when she heard Papa died, she rushed around the counter and hugged me.

Here’s a woman who I’d grown up with. Every weekend talking for 30-60 minutes. She was the shopkeep, yes, but she was also a close family friend.

I was in this trance/haze of doing what I need to do, because I need to, but my mind was elsewhere. I was just trying to do my moms shopping, and get home in 5 minutes so I could curl back up in bed. Not to sleep, but just to try not to remember that I exist.

So when she ran around the counter to hug me, I didn’t even know what was happening. I thought she was still behind the counter, and now suddenly she’s hugging me.

I’m 42 now, but I cannot imagine kids today being able to understand the core concept of old school communities. They’ve been ripped out and replaced by walmart and other heartless souless corporations.

Can you imagine a 6 year old leaving his house, walking 10 minutes, entering walmart, and spending 30 minutes talking to the workers, telling them about the week at school? Showing her your TMNT toys you got for your birthday? Telling them various things about your life?

I cannot imagine that, but that was how the whole neighborhood was growing up. Every store a small community shop. Every adult knew every kid. Every kid knew every kid.

One time I was walking home and it started raining. So I just went onto the doorstep of the first house I saw that I knew a kid lived at. I’m just standing on the porch, waiting for it to stop raining. Suddenly Andys mom opens the door. She says “Andys not here right now. He’s over at James house.”

I said “Oh, ok. I’m just using the porch as shelter until it clears.”

And thats when Andys mom drove me home. Thats just how it was. A whole community looking out for the whole community.

Now anytime I go back to my old neighborhood, I don’t recognize it. C-Town pizza is gone. Obviously the video rental stores are gone. One time I even went and knocked on the houses of the kids I knew. Wondering if anyone I used to know inherited their parents old houses. Nope. I had a woman yell at me for disturbing her time. Wasn’t anyone I used to know.

But just looking around, I could tell the street layout may be the same, but this wasn’t a community. This was an isolated set of houses.

And now I’m sad. Because I miss those days. I miss the idea of everyone caring about everyone. I miss the wholesome nature of a new family moving in, and everyone just bombarding them with welcoming arms. I miss the idea of just going to my friends house, and walking in, Kramer style (minus the racism).

Now life is just cold and isolated.

I thought that was facebook?

There is a myspace clone I saw about 2 years ago. I was new to the fediverse. I THOUGHT the myspace clone was part of the fediverse. It wasn’t.

I was going to join, but turns out this service was not open source. It’s not part of the fediverse. It’s essentially just some guy running the service, and can freely read anyones messages.

So I didn’t join. But if there were an open source federated version of myspace? Yes. I would join.

Enshitification has been a thing since the 1940s. I remember in the 80s my grandma saying she used to get pretzels from the corner store. Big soft gooey chewey pretzels.

Now, in the 80s, I could only get a factory made crunchy pretzel rod.

And today? Unless you’re buying a whole bag, you can’t get pretzels at all.

Oh believe me, if you came across Jared when you were 11? You’d remember that…and your therapist would bill you for it.

Yeah, but the problem is, they had a pedophile as a spokesman at the time.

Remember how outraged people were? Remember when they cared?

Now you can be a pedophile and still be president. Twice.

Right. You’re a potato.

What??? I thought being part of Federation meant being part of the WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION!

OOOOH YEAH, SEE I’M ALWAYS THINKIN THINKIN THINKIN, YEAH. AND WHEN IT’S ALL SAID AND DONE, WE DO THING IN THE RING! DIG IT! THE TOWER OF POWER TOO SWEET TO BE SOUR, FUNKY LIKE A MONKEY! OOOOOOH YEEEAAAHHHH!!!

Pomp and circumstance plays over the house speakers

ELIZABETH!!!

Tacos become pizza toppings. Full size tacos, on top of your pizza.

If anyone ever asks “Do we need more tacos?” it becomes your responsibility to slap this individual. Because obviously yes. The answer is ALWAYS yes. Always more tacos. Always.

Well now this sounds interesting. And I assume it’s open source?

I asked Lars Ulrich to define good and bad. He said…

FIRE GOOD!!! NAPSTER BAD!!! OOOOH FIRE HOT!!! FIRE BAD!!! FIIIRRREEE BAAAAAAAD!!!