

Hi, I’m also Terencio on mastodon.social and Sergio on slrpnk.net. I mostly use this account when there are issues on slrpnk.net.
Well let’s see… first we gotta figure out the analogy:
The analogy is still a little clumsy… are “carriers” posts, or are they the bots that make the posts? etc. But a Midway-like battle would involve a modest but strategically-positioned product-promoting community that is about to be surprised-attacked by a rival, who will make several posts disparaging the product. But the attack is identified through corporate espionage. The posts are hard to find, so the “fighters” have to search for them but ultimately they do, and after fierce up- and down-voting, the attacking posts are deeply downvoted.
Because migrants are generally peaceful, non-violent people who just want to work hard and improve their lives.
ur gonna give birth to a meme.
Businesses wouldn’t offer free self-defense classes – liability! They’d just put up a ribbon in tribute of all the fallen babies. Maybe they’d sell ribbons too, so you can honor the babies.
Also elderly people. Me or other family buy groceries for an aunt, she has Amazon for emergencies.
fleet of accounts
I like the use of the term “fleet” in this context, bc it brings to mind the Battle of Midway but re-done with bots online.
Sounds like you were summoned by ouija board.
(edit: I kind of regret posting this image for reasons described below, but I’ll leave it up for context.)
I kinda like this variation on the theme:
They clenched around the world like a fist, each black as the inside of an event horizon until those last bright moments when they all burned together. They screamed as they died. Every radio up to geostat groaned in unison, every infrared telescope went briefly snowblind. Ashes stained the sky for weeks afterwards; mesospheric clouds, high above the jet stream, turned to glowing rust with every sunrise. The objects, apparently, consisted largely of iron. Nobody ever knew what to make of that.
For perhaps the first time in history, the world knew before being told: if you’d seen the sky, you had the scoop. The usual arbiters of newsworthiness, stripped of their accustomed role in filtering reality, had to be content with merely labeling it. It took them ninety minutes to agree on Fireflies. A half hour after that, the first Fourier transforms appeared in the noosphere; to no one’s great surprise, the Fireflies had not wasted their dying breaths on static. There was pattern embedded in that terminal chorus, some cryptic intelligence that resisted all earthly analysis. The experts, rigorously empirical, refused to speculate: they only admitted that the Fireflies had said something. They didn’t know what.
Everyone else did. How else would you explain 65,536 probes evenly dispersed along a lat-long grid that barely left any square meter of planetary surface unexposed? Obviously the Flies had taken our picture. The whole world had been caught with its pants down in panoramic composite freeze-frame. We’d been surveyed—whether as a prelude to formal introductions or outright invasion was anyone’s guess.
Yeah… reminds me of a very valuable lesson I learned during my college years.
Guatemala is awesome. The countryside is beautiful and the people are descended from one of humanity’s major civilizations, the Mayans.
I realize OP is only half-serious, but they still come off as really ignorant.
Yeah, I didn’t really like the genre for a long time either, until I was in a place where I kinda needed it.
Most people hate school. Even the “smart kids”, what they really like is learning or knowledge, not school.
I see it as an example of cozy slice-of-life. Kind of like Azumanga Daioh but in a deli with a bear and a plant.
ska is from the '80s and '90s.
Ska is from the 50s and 60s.
Homer listening to “Home” while watching “Home Alone” with the homies and a homing pigeon.
The cat knew he was in trouble and was like: OK, this ONE TIME I will come running to you.
That’s what I was gonna say. It doesn’t even have to be a religious thing. To a lot of people church/mosque/temple is a cultural thing.
“How did you go bankrupt?” Bill asked.
“Two ways,” Mike said. “Gradually and then suddenly.”
History’s like that too. People took their best guesses, but nobody knew for sure.