Hello
I had to explain to a 12yo that not long before she was born, you made a computer display by sucking all the air out of an enormous glass box and then painting one side of it with special paint that sometimes glowed and then applying 2000V to a little bit of hot wire so you ripped electrons out of it and using electromagnets to steer the electrons to hit the special paint so that it glowed, and she seemed increasingly suspicious that I was pulling her leg and at the end she just said “that seems.. ..very inefficient?” and now I feel like a walking exhibit at a mediaeval blacksmithing museum
That sound you hear is orgs losing their EDR budget so that Jason in accounts can have AI write a PowerPoint for him once a month.
As much as newsrooms sniffed at bloggers and blogging, I love the wonderful irony that so many of them now depend on WordPress–<sniff> blogging software–as their CMSes. Karma. 6/
In reply to @bryansmart.
@bryansmart Politician spam is so rampant that I get spam from politicians in states where I don't even live. And they all think my name is Ryan for some reason. Sometimes I want to find the Ryan who had this number before me and strangle him for signing up for all the damn campaign texts.
Last year, I was being swamped with spam texts. That’s all changed. Barely get them anymore. Except politicians. All the time, politicians. Block them, they spam from another number, every day.
Via Josh Gerstein
Someone reach out to RFK Jr. for comment pls
Laura Rozen:
Reporter at White House briefing says they were informed going into Herzog Biden photo spray that several members of the Israeli delegation tested positive for #covid
seeing pro-DRM arguments in my computing activist groups and it’s making me depressed, what the fuck, how did things get this bad
Republicans are tripping over themselves to defend Trump before even seeing the allegations against him—again.
I am floored and fascinated by the near-literary quality of many of the descriptions of images that people carefully craft when appending pictures to their posts on Mastodon. Some of them will reveal a detail that had escaped my attention. Others will help me understand a subtle joke I had missed. Others still are true poems. ALT are their own microblogging world that reveals itself as you hover on a picture. And I hover, and hover.