It was also a work of fiction.
Or propaganda.
A lot of 80s/90s TV was selling a lie because it was primarily written by the upper middle classes portraying the lives of the working class.
They had little idea how things actually worked.
Synth noodling conceptual artist
It was also a work of fiction.
Or propaganda.
A lot of 80s/90s TV was selling a lie because it was primarily written by the upper middle classes portraying the lives of the working class.
They had little idea how things actually worked.
Exquisite.
Also the first twin stick arcade game I played.
So, like none of these folk read The Running Man then?
Or many of the hundred times this idea has been used in Sci-fi.
He’s been arrested, not sentenced. That’s the innocent until proven guilty bit.
Not sure where you are from, but I suspect not the UK.
“Disrupter”… Yeah, we need to stop using that word. He’s as much part of the establishment as the Tory members he’s helped replace.
His party is a corporate entity, and we’ll see how he gets on niw that he legally has to file his financial interests.
Someone knows their cock rights.
This is so incredibly useful. Thank you.
Oh no, I get you. I think we are a similar age.
I was at the Reading Festival in '96 and I think offspring were playing.
There was a slightly older guy stood in the middle of the crowd shouting, you call this punk… This ain’t punk. This ain’t shit.
The kids were laughing at him.
This week in Glasgow Green Day played a gig and all I saw was middle aged men and their daughters wearing matching merch t-shirts.
I’m assuming at some point I travel back in time to '96 to try to stop this.
She may be a Puncke: for many of them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife.
W. Shakespeare, Measure for Measure (1623)
Damn, you really old.
I think the stabilisation wobble artifacts are harder to watch than actual jitter. The ones in the opening crawl across the buildings are brutal.
I see you getting downvoted for a correct answer.
IP addresses are like street addresses. I can live at 10 High Street in London, you can live at 10 High Street in Ohio. Those are not the same address right? Folk confusing public and private ip addresses.
Seconded. I keep trying others. I tried feedly for a while. I also tried readyou (which I still keep on my phone)… But nothing comes as close to inoreader for doing what I want.
Also, I’ve learnt how to aggregate other feeds into a single feed to pass them into it to get around the 150 limit. Not ideal, but I’m cheap.
Yeah, I meant in the way in which you posited agreement, contract and conflict resolution rather than the deity stuff. I should have made that more clear.
Any, sounds like a fun project. Good luck with it.
It’s a lovely idea. Fundamentally sound. Feels very Quaker in outlook. That’s not a criticism.
I’m not sure it is hardened against bad actors though. I’m sure you’ve thought of this. Ultimately it needs centralised adjudication. Who is to say if someone did or did not break an agreement, or whether that breakage was deliberate or accidental and whether being shut out for breaking said agreement has implications of a social and financial nature?
Mob rule, designation of “outsiders” and sin eaters feature in almost every social construct at some stage in development. I’m not sure you can avoid that through good intentions.
Perhaps that sort of thing needs to develop naturally, or organically.
I feel like that is neither universal or basic.
I was at one for the end. Here’s how we saw it go down.
Hyperbole increased on the upper floor. Lots of "big talk " about the future and less chat about the job at hand.
There was a round of death rattle hiring where a whole bunch of people were added to the team.
Then last in first out.
Some of those new hires were there for less than 3 months before they were let go.
Then bloodletting. One or two redundancies a month. Their work being shared between the remaining staff. Told each round would be the last as the company restructured.
The worst bit, the people being fired knew they were going when they came to work in the morning to find they had been locked out of all the IT systems. They then spent the rest of the day sat around waiting to be summoned to be let go.
Meanwhile, the upper floor seem to be driving new cars and spending a lot of time outside the building. You also notice some new management faces and overhear chat about another business.
This massively increased workload and killed morale. Going to work felt like putting on your dead best buddy’s coat and doing an impression of them to yourself in the mirror whilst you had to hold down your own job, which had gone from pressured with purpose to pointless slog.
But in return you are promised a raise in the future.
And then one day… You turn up. Your team are all stood outside. The doors are locked and the paperwork is on the post. Most of us got paid most of our last paycheck.
Maybe because we don’t want to actively encourage a dystopian hellscape where people deliberately destroy themselves for entertainment.
I know it already happens, but the increased financial incentive will just mean the poor are even more likely to sell their health.
Pretty sure there was a short side mission about that in Phantom Liberty.
Absolutely fascinating.
Pedantry, not conversation.
Still, you are correct.
The big brain move was to ask them first, thereby proving you wanted to use their IP.
If he had just faked it anyway without asking he might have got away with it.
Genius strategist.