Shareholders own the company. Their private ownership is only “public” in that they can sell off their share, to anyone.

It’s a joint-stock company. Of course that’s capitalism. Jesus fucking Christ.

Extroverts and morning people have no idea there’s anything else.

Oh man, y’all are in for an extremely 2014 riff on the entire movie.

Am I Gay? A journey of self-discovery with Shang.

There was a version with each image separate but Imgur deleted it because Imgur is a hollow shell of itself after whoring out yet another community for money in a naked act of stage-two enshittification.

Fantastic. Gluing together Unicorn Engine and Wine has been on my to-do list for longer than I’d care to admit, so I’m thrilled someone else is tilting at this windmill.

After x65.

Okay, so: risk-vee, or risk-five?

Reality is a team sport, to some people.

All the more reason to go anywhere else.

When a platform thinks it owns you, leave.

Stop reducing things to ‘you just don’t like it.’ God fucking dammit. Reasons matter!

… does Elon know Zane Lofton isn’t real?

Less of it every day.

What the fuck did Elon buy, at this point?

He fired the employees.

He threw out the code.

He yanked plugs on the physical servers.

He forgot to pay for the virtual servers.

He started rent protest for the office space.

He deleted the brand the way Malcolm X deleted his surname.

If he’d just started a Twitter competitor, with blackjack and doxxing, the only difference would be that Twitter was a bit quieter.

If he’d bought Twitter, the hellsite, and then burned it to the ground as a weird flex, the only difference would be slightly more people using Mastodon.

And in both cases nobody would know he’s a complete crybaby. We’d just harbor strong suspicions.

I know you know, but I have to point out: their public relations is literally a poop emoji. Which is possibly the most juvenile proof imaginable for the failure of Elmo’s delusions of adequacy. He just has a lot of money.

Twitter, Facebook, Blackwater.

Ain’t playing these games.

Again: cracked window gets the job done. Letting hot air out is not witchcraft. The issue is the part where water also goes in.

And in places where winter exists, keeping the let-heat-out mechanism shut when the car is in use.

Floridian here - why is there no general solution for keeping interior temperature close to exterior temperature? It’s dissipating a potential difference. No added energy is required.

I’m not expecting the car to be frosty after six hours of subtropical sunlight, but could it please be closer to when I leave a window cracked? Ideally without having to worry about draining the footwell if it pours for five minutes?

30-year copyright, no exception.

Dead people don’t need incentives.

Jesus Christ, the usability nightmare of this website is worse than the goofy animated GIF they think is an exaggeration.

www.wired.com##.sticky-box to get rid of the autoplaying video go fuck yourselves, www.wired.com##.journey-unit__container to get rid of the assorted gigantic flyover bullshit.

Blackwater, Facebook, Twitter.

Hewlett-Packard is just an unhinged ad campaign for Brother.