scaramobo

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[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com 3 points 3 days ago (1 children)

Duckduckgo is lying? How so?

[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com 13 points 3 days ago

Don't believe his lies

[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com 8 points 3 days ago

I wish I hadn't read this.

[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com 10 points 3 days ago

As I said above:

Maybe more and more words will be blacklisted over time, slowly eroding the english language until nothing more can be said or expressed out of fear of spooking the advertisers. Nobody will be able to post anything, effectively reducing the platform to a useless, content-less desert filled to the brim with ads only. It will serve no purpose but to spread the consumer's gospel. It will happen slowly. Nobody in the general public will notice. Shareholder value has never been greater. The system works. Consume. Continue.

[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com 6 points 3 days ago* (last edited 3 days ago)

Maybe more and more words will be blacklisted over time, slowly eroding the english language until nothing more can be said or expressed out of fear of spooking the advertisers. Nobody will be able to post anything, effectively reducing the platform to a useless, content-less desert filled to the brim with ads only. It will serve no purpose but to spread the consumer's gospel. It will happen slowly. Nobody in the general public will notice. Shareholder value has never been greater. The system works. Consume. Continue.

[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com 2 points 5 days ago

That's hard.

[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com 43 points 5 days ago (2 children)
  • TikTok.
  • Short form videos.
  • Tutorials in a 10 minute video format. Just give me a list of instructions I can skim to find the thing I'm looking for.
  • Influencers and "content creators". Please get cancer and die.
  • YouTube after 2011 or so
  • Monetization of platforms
  • The way software development evolved from a highly praised skill to being regarded as nothing more than a fleshbased code printer for creating more shareholder value
  • How the art scene is now mostly relying on social media exposure and followers
  • so, Actually most of the modern internet.
  • The lie that you can become rich and succesful by working hard and putting in the hours

I can go on for quite a while. Millenial disillusionment is real.

[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com 4 points 1 week ago

Robot chicken!

[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com 2 points 3 weeks ago

Totally agree. The rise of the smartphone (be it the apps or just the access to the net at your fingertips) seems to at least partially coincide with the death of the classic internet.

[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com -2 points 3 weeks ago

Thats my point. You can't. Everything on the internet is "social" nowadays. The best they can do is something like banning access to services that don't follow a strict set of rules/laws, for instance regarding data collection or selling etc

[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com 27 points 3 weeks ago* (last edited 3 weeks ago) (8 children)

Is it even possible to define "social" media? Media on the internet which allows you to connect with others? So the entire internet then? We always have had e-mail, IRC, newsgroups, IM, forums and later on voice calls, and every "new" platform is just an iteration or amalgamation of those early technologies. (Yeah especially you, discord, you worthless piece of shit)

It is a law that makes sense to me from a human standpoint, but looks impossible to uphold if you think about the practical implications. Everything is social. Pure read-only websites are vastly outnumbered. Even wikipedia allows discussions ffs.

That said, i would very much welcome an entire ban of minors on the internet. And while we're at it, maybe more so a ban on data-harvesting, intrusive advertising and corporate driven monetisation of user created content. Earlier days of the internet. Ctrl-alt-del that fucker back to 1998 please.

Or you know what, just pull the plug. It was fun while it lasted but let's not succumb to FOMO. The party has ended and yet we're still on the dance floor with the lights on, clinging on to the last moments that already passed. There's beer and someone else's vomit on our clothes, a bunch of drunks stumbling and yelling racist remarks, your girl is riding some loser on the wet floor and the thick, putrid smell of lost hope and forgotten dreams hangs in the air. There's no more music, just the drunken ramblings of those that also refuse to leave and some shouting reverberated in the now almost empty venue, and you feel the cold air and the humidity. You realise you haven't seen your friends around for hours. How did this happen all of a sudden, it was so fun here an hour ago?

It never really was.

Let's just go home.

[–] scaramobo@lemmynsfw.com 1 points 3 weeks ago

Is it even possible to define "social" media? Media on the internet which allows you to connect with others? So the entire internet then? We always have had e-mail, IRC, newsgroups, IM, forums and later on voice calls, and every "new" platform is just an iteration or amalgamation of those early technologies. (Yeah especially you, discord, you worthless piece of shit)

It is a law that makes sense to me from a human standpoint, but looks impossible to uphold if you think about the practical implications. Everything is social. Pure read-only websites are vastly outnumbered. Even wikipedia allows discussions ffs.

That said, i would very much welcome an entire ban of minors on the internet. And while we're at it, maybe more so a ban on data-harvesting, intrusive advertising and corporate driven monetisation of user created content. Earlier days of the internet. Ctrl-alt-del that fucker back to 1998 please.

Or you know what, just pull the plug. It was fun while it lasted but let's not succumb to FOMO. The party has ended and yet we're still on the dance floor with the lights on, clinging on to the last moments that already passed. There's beer and someone else's vomit on our clothes, a bunch of drunks stumbling and yelling racist remarks, your girl is riding some loser on the wet floor and the thick, putrid smell of lost hope and forgotten dreams hangs in the air. There's no more music, just the drunken ramblings of those that also refuse to leave and some shouting reverberated in the now almost empty venue, and you feel the cold air and the humidity. You realise you haven't seen your friends around for hours. How did this happen all of a sudden, it was so fun here an hour ago? It never really was. Let's just go home.

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