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Hmm…just a box.

FTFY: I have pan in both my legs.

I want you to know how unwelcome your ideas and attitudes are.

If we block them we don’t see them and can’t downvote them, which is a tacit acceptance that these kinds of demeaning misogynistic comics are acceptable. They are not acceptable. I’m doing my very small part to make this place feel a little safer for others by downvoting instead of simply ignoring and accepting the hurtful things shared by you and your ignorant and disgusting ilk.

I’d like to see ideas like this make a comeback, hopefully with some modifications this time around to protect our privacy and resist corporate exploitation.

We used to use del.icio.us and other variants to do exactly this before browsers had profiles. Back then, its primary draw was that you could take your bookmarks with you anywhere to any machine (this being before that function was baked into browsers and before web browsers could be carried in your pocket). The secondary effect was that you’d share and tag those websites with your own categories/descriptors, thus crowdsourcing a new version of the old web’s link directories using Web 2.0. You could browse through symantic tag clouds to discover new things. Del.icio.us was for websites, but people were tagging and logging all of their favorite stuff and sharing it online so that like minded strangers could filled the gaps in their cultural awareness. We tagged our books with librarything. We tagged recipes with recipe thing. Audioscrobbler (later known as last.fm) logged our music listening to automate the tagging, not by direct symantic tagging, but by relational/temporal coincidence. If other people that listened to a lot of the stuff you listened to and they also listened to some other stuff you didn’t, those became recommendations for you. That kind of relational algorithm would survive the slow death of Web2.0 to become the backbone of recommendation services like Spotify and probably even TikTok.

Art, of a sort.

Of course the person posting all the horny misogynistic tripe here would unironically start their comment with the word hysteria. Are you really that clueless or just a troll. Either way it’s not cool.

No it doesn’t.

Ever really destroyed your server because the it needed were available? I have. It was so much worse than a boot process that froze.

If Systemd was pausing due to a network share being down, it’s only because I (or you) told it to do exactly that. There are lots of good reasons to delay the boot process until all drives the system expects to be there are actually there or the network is up. Cleaning up the mess that happens when the system does not check these kinds of things at boot is so much worse. It’s never really some nebulous thing. Like it or not, intentional or not, the machine is doing exactly what you asked it to do and a delayed boot or a boot halted until you can solve the real problem is almost always better (or at least safer) than the alternatives. I’ve experienced all the things you’ve mentioned, dealt with each of those issues, and it was so much more of a hassle to diagnose before Systemd.

What is up with the sudden influx of this awful artist’s horny misogynistic shit getting posted over and over and over lately? Most of it gets rightly downvoted to hell, but plenty of it isn’t outright offensive enough in the moment to offset the up votes for boobs. Between this creep and Beep (the other horny shit stain cropping artist attribution and AI upscaling comics), the content here has really taken a turn for the worse. It’s like as soon as everyone turned on Beep, this other jerk popped up and started spewing another variety of horny slop. Seems like too much of coincidence to be a coincidence.

Hey Beep, forget to switch accounts?

I was thinking maybe an old Spanish Land Grant or something maybe. But, that doesn’t seem to be the case. That block is orientated north, while the surrounding blocks are oriented parallel with the coast, just east (right) of the crop. So then, I thought that maybe it was one weird plat of lot and the city grew around it. Nope. The thing is, you can look up all the plats (thanks to Florida’s sunshine laws) back to the original bureau of land management surveys (thanks to the BLM & labins.org).There aren’t even that many. This neighborhood has been like this from it’s beginning as far as I can tell. Around 1911 the whole town, then called Pablo Beach, was platted. And right there in the middle is this weird block, seemingly by design and without explanation. It was replatted in 1922, keeping the twisted block intact. It’s been residential neighborhood and largely unchanged since then (at least as far as the parcels and streets are concerned).

Lol, not surprised. I have them tagged as horny for AI and I don’t mean they’re just enthusiastic.

That’s a copout and also just plain false, call them feelings or takes makes no difference here. That’s not how discourse works.

Some stories use hyperbole for dramatic effect, so clearly this is a flaw in the fundamental concept of all narrative fiction. What a dumb take.

2 demons for under a penny is quite a deal.

This is how I feel trying to order a margarita without added sugar.

If you’re into that kind of speculation, you might enjoy “The Cosmic Serpent” by Jeremy Narby.

There’s a lot to unpack there bud. You don’t sound okay. None of that was in the comic, you brought all that baggage.

This should be always. We could easily have 13 months with an even 28 days, or four weeks, every year. But, you’re going to say, “What about that last day?” That’s new year’s day, it’s once a year, not ever a regular day of the week, and every leap year we get 2 of them and make a weekend of it. Those remainder calendar days don’t need to be a particular day of the week, we can just make them holidays and stop worrying about it. Or we do keep them as regular days of the week and the calendar shifts by a day or two every year. I don’t really care. I just want the months and weeks to be at least a little less chaotic. And if there is going to be a chaotic little remainder weekend every year, it might as well be a party.