Perfect, Steal my girl.
This, and the WordPress mess, are two contenders for this years "wtf are u even doing" award.
They pretty much forgot what social platforms were, from the country of Meta and Facebook, which leads the entire internet to respond:
Waydroid ftw.
If you install with Google Play, you can register the device as a developer. Apps will still treat it as a proper device, baring any need for 4G functionality.
Establishment politician.. or despot... that's a hard one /s
At that point, people were curious and decided to go deeper into the engine. Low and behold, it's a game engine, based entirely on telemetry technology.
G'doy... look at them... they got no ass. Assless, I say!
Little me had this. I got my feeling of success from this thing. Believe it or not, but getting one of these installs to work on a consumer i386 wasn't easy. It was uphill, both ways, bla bla bla they had just introduced python as this hip new systems language that they used in the installer - which was the style at the time, and still is, apparently. The circle of life I guess. In any case, my system drive couldn't be the slave. It had to be the master. What's that, nurse? Is it nap time? ZzZzZzZzZz...
Bruh, if I had that at home, I'd be riding Hansibald wearing pots and pans, surveying my land.
The overall problem being the paranoia that is generated daily, not only to make people defensive, but also offensive. Here comes an argument in the form of a Joycian fever dream that collapses into cynicism! Woo!
Computer technology gives an edge in regards to productivity and this is also reflected in the military. Whereas Guerilla warfare can be very effective, in todays landscape we see drones and long range weapons which are both augmented by computers to be the real edge, as it makes annexation that much harder.
Now if everyone would just put down their arms, and not rev up any military industrial complex, then we'd all be good... except for that one bastard over there. I heard he doesn't like you. In fact, I heard he hates you - vehemently.
But don't worry, us here at Larry's Sharp Stick Emporium have got you covered. That tribe next door won't know what hit em. Now excuse me while I head over there and do an IPO for the aerodynamic sharp stick, now with speed lines.
Yes, it's a man's life working in marketing for war machines. You get all the cocaine and dead hooker insurance you can shake at a sharp stick at. In essence what we do is emotionally and intellectually manipulate you to give us your money, because at the end of the day, we want your money.
And so it was that money and fear kissed under the bleachers, totally skipping class and giving the finger to the teachers, checking out each other's bodily features. But wait, who was that? It was Mr Politician, who was kind of hot, maybe? Per chance... a ménage à trois? And the whole world got fucked. Fade to credits.
Directed by Humans, Produced by Animals, Executive Directors: Avarice, Narcicism, Executive Producers: Greed, Gluttony, Staring, You as sucker, me as sucker, the elites as suckers, and Likeable Sucker as the US President,
The end...
(...to be continued?)
No, the world literally ends. I hope you like eating protein paste out of a tube on some distant planet, because we'll be learning what it means to live on a generational ship. Please eject me into the sun on the way out. Tnx.
...well of course they did, LinkedIn is owned by Microsoft.
Nicely written - even though it reads "like a writer who is in love with their thesaurus"... he said, writing allegorical poetry in the abstract, like an a absolutely self indulgent toss pot.
No joke, I was writing one of those the other day and was reminded of a scene from - of all things - a whodunnit, where one of the protagonists is forced on a date to sit through an hours long epic poetry reading called "an epithon". The other protagonist who doesn't want him to go on this date says "serves you right"...
And as I'm writing this abstract imagery using symbolism and metaphors, my eyes roll into the back of my head, because suddenly I envision myself as the one reading that epic poetry, dressed in a turtleneck and blazer, sitting in an egg chair, reading from a tomb thicker than a slab of concrete.
Moma, I should have written show tunes. I don't know what I was thinking. Now I write beautifully structured poetry that no one will ever read because they don't know what a thesaurus is. Smh.
nine eleven~
Well of course it is... you gotta render the service paid for lol let the Russian oligarchs get their money's worth.
What is this boardroom buzzword salad, an attempt to summon Azmodan?
Slaps roof of drum rack
A meme. Testing to see if you guys like this. I'll keep it PC of course :)