Definitely not what looks like the hottest place on earth

As a South African I find this so cringe. These people are an irrelevant minority still clinging to “the good old days.” Good fucking riddance.

Or techno viking

And it was a second class cabin. I was equally surprised. They seemed very humble though.

We actually talked mostly about South African politics. It was a month before Mandela passed away. They were fascinated to hear about living in SA.

When I travelled India a decade ago I shared a cabin on a 24 hour train journey with the head of the Indian air force and his father, the former head of the Indian air force, who flew jets in the last Indo-Pakistan war.

That’s my story. Thanks for listening.

Without clicking the link, that headline is tough to unpack.

They’re doing firing squad executions still?

Jesus Christ.

The “peer” that reviewed it was another LLM.

I think it’s just “Make America Again” now.

I may or may not have been pirating media for over 20 years and this song and dance will never end.

Sure, the well known torrent sites have marginally less content and seeds than before but my Plex server may or may not still be packed full of classics and the latest releases.

The above may or may not be purely fictional and victimless. And no, I wouldn’t “steal a handbag.” Handbags aren’t infinite digital replicas, and handbag owners don’t drive supercars.

(I draw the line at software largely due to the risks, and partly due to Mac apps and Adobe suite being locked down pretty well. I’m happy to pay for software regardless. Netflix and Amazon on the other hand…)

Also, the ignorance regarding VPNs.

The death of Apollo brought me here.

Comments like these are why I’ve stayed.

We need it as a country.

We need it as a world.

“When they go low, we go low…ish.”

ఐ థింక్ వె నీద న్యూ లెత్తెరింగ్ ఇన్స్టెడ్

Oddly enough, pirated ebooks are a malware minefield. And hard to find.

That said, I have about 8000.

And, unironically, those bankers are all raging capitalists— ever-chasing the end-of-rainbow-pot-of-gold mirage—who fly annually to a pretentious faux-hippy desert festival modelled on communism.

I mean, it’s just downloading an app and creating a account for me. I feel like you’re overcooking this a bit.

How original.