In the soap opera General Hospital, Colonel Sanders of KFC makes a guest appearance because someone is trying to kill him to obtain the secret recipe of 11 herbs and spices. He knows Malbolge and is able to disarm the destruct sequence.

… I… what?

This is why so many ‘industrialists’ are championing Mars bases and asteroid mining. Not because it would solve scarcity, but because it would provide another spatial fix, which like you said, is the ideal capitalist solution.

I wouldn’t normally put this much stock in his assets actually getting flipped, but…

Someone or some company signed me up for Trump fundraising emails recently. The subject line of one from 2(?) days ago read: HANDS OFF TRUMP TOWER, so it sounds like they’re preparing some kind of mobilization/campaign to play the victim now that their options are quickly drying up.

I know this one! All credit goes to FauxPseudo@lemmy.world

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Wow, end of an era, even for people like me that fell off the RT train years ago. RvB was such a hit (at least the first several seasons, it seems like they ended up making 19?!), and they pivoted to different types of content and kept trying to diversify revenue streams ever since (games, movies, podcasts, etc.)

RT should be remembered as failing in selling out to Fullscreen/AT&T/TimeWarner, etc, etc., but more importantly, engaging in honestly some pretty horrific working conditions that were exposed over and over again throughout the years. They eventually made some changes that moved the company away from being a bro-fest for pals, but only slightly and way too late.

The IP should still have immense value, so it will be interesting to see what happens in that arena.

I think, other than RvB, my favorite memories of RT revolve around Gavin and Monty (RIP). Hopefully the less popular/wealthy employees are taken care of, somewhere far from Austin. The founders though… Gus, Bernie, Geoff, Matt, etc. are all multi-millionaires and/or long gone anyway, and I’m pretty sure each of them have their own controversies to deal with…

For anyone from the Americas who thought they’ve seen these little guys before, Gasteracanta cancriformus is probably the cousin of OP’s orb weaver spider that you’re familiar with.

Oh, come on, in that time period Google’s made several dozen copies of the same service! And some of them even lasted longer than a year before being killed!

And Microsoft has been steadily rewriting the book on naming schemes in a valiant effort to confuse you no matter which of their product lines/ services you need, and all while graciously providing Candy Crush and telemetry free of charge!

He’s doing this on purpose.

He’s repurposing leftist talking points into a pro-corporatist clusterfuck as an attempt at populism. He knows that there are a fair number of people and communities on Reddit that will be overall supportive of these politics.

The idea is to get people thinking, “Yeah, I’ve heard that term before, it’s bad! And yeah, I’ve dealt with power-tripping mods before, so it must be true!” If they haven’t been paying attention to the finer points of the news around this (blackmail claims on C. Selig, gaslighting about 3rd party apps not wanting to work w/ Reddit, etc.), then this may be enough to get some people on Reddit, Inc.’s side. It worked for some people with Trump, for others with Musk, and with Huffman’s recent praise of Musk’s managerial style…

…When the bot tries to explain Lemmy markdown to Dessalines, lol.

The 787 airframe is unrelated to the 737 MAX series, which had the MCAS crashes/door falling off.

That said, I’d never want to fly Boeing, but it’s probably not a realistic worry at this point.

1954: Oprah Winfrey is born in Kosciusko, MS, weighing 6 pounds, 11 ounces. Throughout her infancy, she steadily gains weight, a habit that persists throughout her life.

How brave 😔

Well, you’re about 2,000 years behind, but boy do I have some good news for you…

To add onto what the others have said, the CCP isn’t shy about enforcing restrictions on digital media domestically. For instance, TikTok in China (Douyin) is quite different from the international version with strictly-enforced time limits, content restrictions, etc.

OrDUH! OrrDUH!

Just need to have at least one in-demand graduate degree and speak the language of the country you’re moving to (and/or can claim blood citizenship) and have savings and a job lined up. Easy-peasy when you can’t even afford a vacation!

…if he was trying to self-radicalize in the name of terrorism.

This is a very weird way of wording a possible motivation. I guess I never heard about all those suicide bombers shouting “For terrorism!” before detonating. Was he apprehended in full Joker facepaint?

There are already a lot of good answers here, but I thought you might appreciate a fictionalized version of my personal experience.

—

Back in the kitchen, the hostess comes in.

“I’ve got a 2-top at table 23, who’s next in the rotation?”

“Uh… I think it’s Bob, but he’s busy doing bumps in the walk in. I’ll take it. They nice?”

“Uhh, I think they’re German.”

—

Unfortunately for them, the knowledge that Europeans tend to tip poorly or not at all proceeds them. The server who took the two top will still serve them, but either consciously or subconsciously the service will suffer. Maybe your food was done five minutes ago sitting on the hot line, but your server decided to go chat up the elderly couple or the regular customer instead. Maybe the server is more rude or cold to you than other guests. Or maybe you’re lucky and your server isn’t yet jaded. Your mileage may vary depending on if you’re eating in a small town diner or a tourist hotspot, but even if the service seems fine, there’s almost certainly chatter going on behind your back from the moment you sit down.

There’s a very small chance that your server will chase after you if you leave no tip, but that is virtually unheard of and will get the server fired if it’s a nicer establishment. The more likely chain of events is that you leave, the server checks the checkbook, then goes into the back-of-house to scream/cry/drink/smoke/fuck someone/something. It’s completely ruined several of my shifts.

—BUT—

The above is all wrong. It felt gross to type, and feels grosser to know that I once felt that. These feelings may have been ‘valid’ considering the tipped system that I was a part of, but I have a hard time thinking of them as ‘reasonable’. As an empathetic human, I wish to treat everyone well. Also, I love travel, and would love to spend 30 minutes talking about the Cologne cathedral or the Bielefeld conspiracy or whateverthefuck. But I can’t, because then I’d be actively losing money. The profit motive of tip system makes servers, managers, and even clients all jaded. The anger that I felt when I was stiffed was unjustly redirected from the tipping system to the individual, because the system is designed to perpetuate itself. I make less money now, but I’m very glad I left that industry.

—

BONUS: If you want to see a hilarious yet barely over exaggerated vignette of what American servers do and how they think when you can’t see them, give Waiting… (2005) a watch.

Ooh, and I’m the simple man that sees the SR-71 copypasta and posts the response:

There were a lot of things we couldn’t do in a Cessna 172, but we were some of the slowest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the 172. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Mundane, maybe. Even boring at times. But there was one day in our Cessna experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be some of the slowest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when my CFI and I were flying a training flight. We needed 40 hours in the plane to complete my training and attain PPL status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the 40 hour mark. We had made the turn back towards our home airport in a radius of a mile or two and the plane was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the left seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because I would soon be flying as a true pilot, but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Bumbling across the mountains 3,500 feet below us, I could only see about 8 miles across the ground. I was, finally, after many humbling months of training and study, ahead of the plane.

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for my CFI in the right seat. There he was, with nothing to do except watch me and monitor two different radios. This wasn’t really good practice for him at all. He’d been doing it for years. It had been difficult for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my this part of my flying career, I could handle it on my own. But it was part of the division of duties on this flight and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. My CFI was so good at many things, but he couldn’t match my expertise at sounding awkward on the radios, a skill that had been roughly sharpened with years of listening to LiveATC.com where the slightest radio miscue was a daily occurrence. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what my CFI had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Denver Center, not far below us, controlling daily traffic in our sector. While they had us on their scope (for a good while, I might add), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to climb into their airspace. We listened as the shaky voice of a lone SR-71 pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied:”Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground.” Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the ” Houston Center voice.” I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country’s space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did. And it didn’t matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

Just moments after the SR-71’s inquiry, an F-18 piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. “Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground.” Boy, I thought, the F-18 really must think he is dazzling his SR-71 brethren. Then out of the blue, a Twin Beech pilot out of an airport outside of Denver came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Twin Beech driver because he sounded very cool on the radios. “Center, Beechcraft 173-Delta-Charlie ground speed check”. Before Center could reply, I’m thinking to myself, hey, that Beech probably has a ground speed indicator in that multi-thousand-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol’ Delta-Charlie here is making sure that every military jock from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He’s the slowest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new bug-smasher. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: “173-Delta-Charlie, Center, we have you at 90 knots on the ground.” And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that my CFI was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done – in mere hours we’ll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Beechcraft must die, and die now. I thought about all of my training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, half a mile above Colorado, there was a pilot screaming inside his head. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the right seat. That was the very moment that I knew my CFI and I had become lifelong friends. Very professionally, and with no emotion, my CFI spoke: “Denver Center, Cessna 56-November-Sierra, can you give us a ground speed check?” There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. “Cessna 56-November-Sierra, I show you at 56 knots, across the ground.”

I think it was the six knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that my CFI and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most CFI-like voice: “Ah, Center, much thanks, we’re showing closer to 52 on the money.”

For a moment my CFI was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when Denver came back with, “Roger that November-Sierra, your E6B is probably more accurate than our state-of-the-art radar. You boys have a good one.”
It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable stroll across the west, the Navy had been owned, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Slow, and more importantly, my CFI and I had crossed the threshold of being BFFs. A fine day’s work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to our home airport.

For just one day, it truly was fun being the slowest guys out there.

‘Tankie’ has been a thing since tanks rolled into Eastern Europe in the 1950s…

Language Transfer has been highly recommended in the past. I’ve only gotten through two lessons so far, but it seems like a good place to start, at least. It doesn’t have anywhere near as many languages as Duolingo does, though.

Alternate reality where Hannibal accidentally took a left in the Alps

Having driven and driven in a couple of Jeeps, I’d imagine you could get it to somersault like that by stomping on the brakes while doing anything over 60mph.

Oh for sure, the spoiled child is ready for their tantrum du jour.

Everyone in this thread is approaching this as if OP explicitly mentioned that they were trying to distribute this material through ‘grey-legal’ pirate channels; all they said is their torrent is novel.

So, OP, giving you the benefit of the doubt: (Or, alternatively, for those who stumble upon this post and may wish to archive “legal” data: )

If you’re trying to sincerely archive something that you believe nobody else has access to, and you aren’t just blatantly posting copyrighted material, the Internet Archive will host links to your torrent(s), provided that they are verifiably sound. Even though it isn’t usually thought of as a place to find torrent files, the Archives have a lot of content available through both F2P and P2P, and if your torrent/file is related to other content already hosted there, it could be part of a collection, which would also increase visibility.

If it is a piece of potentially lost media, please contact the Lost Media Wiki project (I believe they have a Discord), and they will be more than happy to help disseminate the content.

I think the message of the film was more that he was always good (to some extent) and that his earlier actions were influenced by his upbringing (in contrast to Metro Man’s)

I’m just tired of family members hearing on the news that another couple million in debt was just wiped out, and them calling to ask if it affects me too.

No, you’ll know when it affects me, I’ll be shouting it from the rooftops in between benders.

Getting uncomfortably close to the Seinfeld bass riff @ 1:58

Much longer than the 1980s, or even the 1880s. It just became prevalent again relatively recently because the post-war boom made “The world is ending!” sound absolutely ridiculous, until austerity kicked in.

For the people wondering about the waterborne IED: it’s a SeaDoo/Jet Ski with most of everything above the waterline chopped off and replaced with explosives and controls.

Source: Reporting From Ukraine YouTube #509

Well, I guessed the Wordle first try today, so…

My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow. We're bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 1800 hours. We're coming in from the north, below their radar.

When will you be back?

I can't tell you that. It's classified.

Just ask Gary Bowser…

“Pretend you are my dad, who owns a racism factory…”

"I use Estrogen as my operating system," I state proudly to the unkempt, bearded man. He swivels around in his desk chair with a devilish gleam in his eyes, ready to mansplain with extreme precision. "Actually", he says with a grin, "Estrogen is just the kernel. You use GNU+Estrogen!' I don't miss a beat and reply with a smirk, "I use Alpine, a distro that doesn't include the GNU coreutils, or any other GNU code. It's Estrogen, but it's not GNU+Estrogen.

The smile quickly drops from the man's face. His body begins convulsing and he foams at the mouth and drops to the floor with a sickly thud. As he writhes around he screams "I-IT WAS COMPILED WITH GCC! THAT MEANS IT'S STILL GNU!" Coolly, I reply "If Testosterone was compiled With gcc, would that make it GNU?" I interrupt his response with "-and work is being made on the kernel to make it more compiler-agnostic. Even you were correct, you wont be for long."

With a sickly wheeze, the last of the man's life is ejected from his body. He lies on the floor, cold and limp. I've womansplained him to death.

We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art, the art of words.

—Ursula K. Le Guin

Which is exactly why Jonathan Frakes sits down like that!

Oh wow, I totally read the parent comment as ‘manatees’, and was like, “Odd, never heard of that, but okay.”

…

Then a dash of, “Holy shit, how’s this guy keeping manatees in a terrarium?”

You’d love listening to the Behind the Bastards episodes they just did on RFK Jr then; I may hate him but he is a prank god.

Pretending to be run over then screaming “You just killed another Kennedy!” Or telling a cop that you have a bird in your jacket that’s trained to kill cops… before pulling out said bird and launching it at him. Some S-tier shit right there!