It is a machine that converts electrical energy into mechanical energy and stop calling me Bozo.

Come from a can.

Mobile fuck shack.

And my axe!

Angus McSix (formerly Angus McFife of Gloryhammer) is a hoot.

Punk!

Sir, you are making a scene.

Sir, this is not a “Your unpopular opinion about sketch shows” thread.

Please leave without making a scene.

You want those dials stuck at 5 o’clock buddy.

putin has issued a warning promising fire that this will have consequences.

Partially agreement. There shouldn’t be markdown in titles and Lemmy should probably have stripped it altogether: https://github.com/LemmyNet/lemmy/issues/3828

Disregarding the malplaced markup in the title, the article link is also broken. (Contains broken markup).

And again the multiple indentations and “cross-posted from” makes it look like Re: Re: FW material. I think my criticism is valid, even if I probably did sound a bit like a dick about it.

The writer uses the terms “locked out” and “frozen”, but also says that she is not allowed to share documents any longer and maybe unable to access her documents from a tablet and a phone, but perhaps still from a laptop? (The article reads like a fucken drama piece instead of… you know… actual journalism).

If she has any type of access, it seems like it is very easy to fix permanently:

• Download documents.
• Register a domain.
• Get a hosted Wordpress or some other foolproof CMS.
• Put documents there.

Don’t rely on a free service for something that has value you.

Here’s a screenshot showing what the post looks like for a Lemmy user.

What’s with the title? It’s just a tag and a URL. Tags do nothing on Lemmy and look awful. URLs in titles also do nothing and look awful. And what’s with the a escaped #-character? Is it to safely pass the title in bash-scripts?

The article link is broken. And the multiple levels of crossposting just seems kind of… lazy.

This is some next generation RE: FW: FW stuff.

No, more like simping for fascism.

What a terrible format.

This is not how you raise an issue on Github.

Commodore 64 and two cartridges (Space Invaders and Radar Rat Race) around 1983 I think. No tape drive or floppy at first, so I got used to typing in games from magazines and books until the computer got turned off. This was early, I didn’t know anyone else that had a computer. Eventually we got a tape drive (datassette) and that was when my life took a deroute, but that is a different story for a different day.

Nokia something, year somewhere 2000-2002, didn’t feel it, but my parents believed that I would answer the phone more if I had a mobile.

Rivals hate this one secret trick.

Implanted memories. How deep does this rabbit-hole go?

Your cuz is gaslighting you.