wa27 posted:

Over/under on days til twitter.com actually switches to the x.com domain? I'm guessing never since it will break the embed code on a thousand websites.

MunchE posted:

Oh, you'll be happy to know that Full Self Driving and Robotaxi feature is coming next year.

This statement is current for whatever year you happen to read it in.

wa27 posted:

Over/under on days til twitter.com actually switches to the x.com domain? I'm guessing never since it will break the embed code on a thousand websites.

Escape Goat posted:

I wonder how many places "sign in with twitter" needs to change. Something I'm sure that was thought about before changing the company name on a weekend amphetamine high.

Entropic posted:

cant cook creole bream posted:

I would ask who the guy on the lower left is, but he seems boring.

ImpAtom posted:

The shadowy cabal of evil out to destroy X is absolutely real. I hear they are lead by a mysterious man known only as SIGMA, a former Maverick Hunter.

Hunter... a hunter who has been biding his time. Hunter. Biding. Hunter Biden.

Hunter Biden is trying to destroy X!

A Pack of Kobolds posted:

He’s a diaper fetishist and wants to gently caress teenagers

SulfurMonoxideCute posted:

That's just the title of the chart, though.

Songbearer posted:

Imagine having the one thing that grants all your wishes in this reality - a literally infinite supply of money - and being so fundamentally terrible you can't even figure out how to use it to make you happy

Imagine having that power and the cult of personality behind you to make monumental changes to the course of history and how people will regard you, then getting two thirds of the way through your life with everyone just clowning on you forever and ever as everything you try to do falls over and in some circumstances quite literally explodes

Just take a few seconds to understand that you can spend an hour or two of your week to go to a park and look at a pond and see a duck with its little flappy feet paddling about, see the wake it leaves behind as it swims, watch it bob under the water and feed, shaking its little duck head as it pobbles away and come off more fulfilled and with happier memories than any dumbfuck thing Elon is doing right this minute

Elon would see that duck and feel nothing or probably just be staring at his dumbshit phone pining for any sort of validation, waiting for anyone of worth to say "Yes Elon you actually matter"

That duck doesn't know poo poo and it's happier than Elon

Alan Smithee posted:

nonono I was saying "Kill the Boar"

Entropic posted:

Songbearer posted:

Imagine having the one thing that grants all your wishes in this reality - a literally infinite supply of money - and being so fundamentally terrible you can't even figure out how to use it to make you happy

Imagine having that power and the cult of personality behind you to make monumental changes to the course of history and how people will regard you, then getting two thirds of the way through your life with everyone just clowning on you forever and ever as everything you try to do falls over and in some circumstances quite literally explodes

Just take a few seconds to understand that you can spend an hour or two of your week to go to a park and look at a pond and see a duck with its little flappy feet paddling about, see the wake it leaves behind as it swims, watch it bob under the water and feed, shaking its little duck head as it pobbles away and come off more fulfilled and with happier memories than any dumbfuck thing Elon is doing right this minute

Elon would see that duck and feel nothing or probably just be staring at his dumbshit phone pining for any sort of validation, waiting for anyone of worth to say "Yes Elon you actually matter"

That duck doesn't know poo poo and it's happier than Elon

Weasling Weasel posted:

So, can someone explain legally what the process is for Musk suing a someone/a company that isnt based in the United States? I'm not American so i'm not sure what the legal status of sueing someone in an Amercian court who isn't American.

I know locally when a teenager got run over by an American diplomats wife driving on the wrong side of the road who then fled to America, there wasnt any legal action that could be taken, so how does slander/libel work?

Songbearer posted:

20 years ago I was out in the garden with my digital camera taking pictures of flowers and insects 'cause I love bugs. A little bee was buzzing around doing what bees do so I took a photo. I really liked it, so I showed my dad and he asked me to send it him so he could have it on his computer. Anyway, a few days later, he asks me to come downstairs because he's got something for me and it turns out he got the media people at his job to print out a big high quality version of this photo and he had it framed. He asked if he could hang it up in his room and it stayed there until he passed away, ever since then it's been hanging up in my bedroom.

The flower it had landed on was one of dozens it could have chosen. That bee did not know its photo had been taken and my interest in it did not matter to its existence. I don't know where that bee went or how long it survived for afterwards. It merely did what it was supposed to do and then carried on and I thought it was beautiful.

20 years is an unthinkable span of time for a worker bee whose lives are measured in weeks at best and for the flower who, come the end of summer, would have also done its job and withered away to nothing. It has not yet been 10 years since I lost my dad, but that simple act of him printing that picture is one of my fondest memories. In that thin rectangle of wood and paper and glass is a memory inside a memory of things that lived in this world, lived their little lives exactly as they wanted to and somehow formed this little monument to love that I have carried with me for what is now the majority of my life. My dad, the bee, the flower and me - tiny elements of reality that bring me back from some of my darkest moments when I think about just how wonderfully they all came together.



Elon would probably take one look at this and tell me that he could do better, then AI generate a picture and throw mine away.

Now I can't state outright what Elon thinks at any given time because, frankly, I think the way I experience reality would be completely alien to him and vice versa. I could not be happier about this. Every time he has presented to the public his best self, even with people around him to make sure that he is shown in the best light possible, he has come off as one of the most flippant, two-dimensional, incurious and self-absorbed assholes I have ever witnessed. I never thought I could hate someone so viscerally especially when there are quite obviously so many more people who are without a doubt far worse and much more dangerous than him but in a weird, hosed-up way, that makes him even MORE hateable because his pettiness is just so small time. There are no big pieces on the board being played here, you cannot look at him and say with all your heart that this is a man with a clear and strong agenda: He is a nasty little goblin of a man whose ambition lies on the same level as a child pulling the legs off insects. If something displeases him or irritates him it becomes a plaything to kick around until it's too bruised or broken to register on his radar and then it's off to the next whim, ephemeral as anything.

The biggest joke of his existence and insult to ours is that his infinite resources are entirely wasted on his inability to create anything. He wants so badly to be a visionary but he cannot see beyond himself and therein lies the path to madness for everyone who has to deal with his bullshit. A frustration elemental whose ideas are so fundamentally flawed that even people unfamiliar with the particulars of his focus are able to spot the flaws and mistakes before they even happen.

He's kind of a poo poo, I think I'm trying to say.

smoobles posted:

Mods??? The thread is seguing into bee chat again

Songbearer posted:

20 years ago I was out in the garden with my digital camera taking pictures of flowers and insects 'cause I love bugs.

Songbearer posted:

20 years ago I was out in the garden with my digital camera taking pictures of flowers and insects 'cause I love bugs. A little bee was buzzing around doing what bees do so I took a photo. I really liked it, so I showed my dad and he asked me to send it him so he could have it on his computer. Anyway, a few days later, he asks me to come downstairs because he's got something for me and it turns out he got the media people at his job to print out a big high quality version of this photo and he had it framed. He asked if he could hang it up in his room and it stayed there until he passed away, ever since then it's been hanging up in my bedroom.

The flower it had landed on was one of dozens it could have chosen. That bee did not know its photo had been taken and my interest in it did not matter to its existence. I don't know where that bee went or how long it survived for afterwards. It merely did what it was supposed to do and then carried on and I thought it was beautiful.

20 years is an unthinkable span of time for a worker bee whose lives are measured in weeks at best and for the flower who, come the end of summer, would have also done its job and withered away to nothing. It has not yet been 10 years since I lost my dad, but that simple act of him printing that picture is one of my fondest memories. In that thin rectangle of wood and paper and glass is a memory inside a memory of things that lived in this world, lived their little lives exactly as they wanted to and somehow formed this little monument to love that I have carried with me for what is now the majority of my life. My dad, the bee, the flower and me - tiny elements of reality that bring me back from some of my darkest moments when I think about just how wonderfully they all came together.



Elon would probably take one look at this and tell me that he could do better, then AI generate a picture and throw mine away.

Now I can't state outright what Elon thinks at any given time because, frankly, I think the way I experience reality would be completely alien to him and vice versa. I could not be happier about this. Every time he has presented to the public his best self, even with people around him to make sure that he is shown in the best light possible, he has come off as one of the most flippant, two-dimensional, incurious and self-absorbed assholes I have ever witnessed. I never thought I could hate someone so viscerally especially when there are quite obviously so many more people who are without a doubt far worse and much more dangerous than him but in a weird, hosed-up way, that makes him even MORE hateable because his pettiness is just so small time. There are no big pieces on the board being played here, you cannot look at him and say with all your heart that this is a man with a clear and strong agenda: He is a nasty little goblin of a man whose ambition lies on the same level as a child pulling the legs off insects. If something displeases him or irritates him it becomes a plaything to kick around until it's too bruised or broken to register on his radar and then it's off to the next whim, ephemeral as anything.

The biggest joke of his existence and insult to ours is that his infinite resources are entirely wasted on his inability to create anything. He wants so badly to be a visionary but he cannot see beyond himself and therein lies the path to madness for everyone who has to deal with his bullshit. A frustration elemental whose ideas are so fundamentally flawed that even people unfamiliar with the particulars of his focus are able to spot the flaws and mistakes before they even happen.

He's kind of a poo poo, I think I'm trying to say.

Speleothing posted:

This is beautiful, you should submit it as an op-ed to the New York Times.

Songbearer posted:

20 years ago I was out in the garden with my digital camera taking pictures of flowers and insects 'cause I love bugs. A little bee was buzzing around doing what bees do so I took a photo. I really liked it, so I showed my dad and he asked me to send it him so he could have it on his computer. Anyway, a few days later, he asks me to come downstairs because he's got something for me and it turns out he got the media people at his job to print out a big high quality version of this photo and he had it framed. He asked if he could hang it up in his room and it stayed there until he passed away, ever since then it's been hanging up in my bedroom.

The flower it had landed on was one of dozens it could have chosen. That bee did not know its photo had been taken and my interest in it did not matter to its existence. I don't know where that bee went or how long it survived for afterwards. It merely did what it was supposed to do and then carried on and I thought it was beautiful.

20 years is an unthinkable span of time for a worker bee whose lives are measured in weeks at best and for the flower who, come the end of summer, would have also done its job and withered away to nothing. It has not yet been 10 years since I lost my dad, but that simple act of him printing that picture is one of my fondest memories. In that thin rectangle of wood and paper and glass is a memory inside a memory of things that lived in this world, lived their little lives exactly as they wanted to and somehow formed this little monument to love that I have carried with me for what is now the majority of my life. My dad, the bee, the flower and me - tiny elements of reality that bring me back from some of my darkest moments when I think about just how wonderfully they all came together.



Elon would probably take one look at this and tell me that he could do better, then AI generate a picture and throw mine away.

Now I can't state outright what Elon thinks at any given time because, frankly, I think the way I experience reality would be completely alien to him and vice versa. I could not be happier about this. Every time he has presented to the public his best self, even with people around him to make sure that he is shown in the best light possible, he has come off as one of the most flippant, two-dimensional, incurious and self-absorbed assholes I have ever witnessed. I never thought I could hate someone so viscerally especially when there are quite obviously so many more people who are without a doubt far worse and much more dangerous than him but in a weird, hosed-up way, that makes him even MORE hateable because his pettiness is just so small time. There are no big pieces on the board being played here, you cannot look at him and say with all your heart that this is a man with a clear and strong agenda: He is a nasty little goblin of a man whose ambition lies on the same level as a child pulling the legs off insects. If something displeases him or irritates him it becomes a plaything to kick around until it's too bruised or broken to register on his radar and then it's off to the next whim, ephemeral as anything.

The biggest joke of his existence and insult to ours is that his infinite resources are entirely wasted on his inability to create anything. He wants so badly to be a visionary but he cannot see beyond himself and therein lies the path to madness for everyone who has to deal with his bullshit. A frustration elemental whose ideas are so fundamentally flawed that even people unfamiliar with the particulars of his focus are able to spot the flaws and mistakes before they even happen.

He's kind of a poo poo, I think I'm trying to say.

Lumbermouth posted:

“4/10, maybe blame the lifecycle of bees on trans people?”

its all nice on rice posted:

"How do we use bees as an allegory for student loans?"