Extroverts and morning people have no idea there’s anything else.
Extroverts and morning people have no idea there’s anything else.
Oh man, y’all are in for an extremely 2014 riff on the entire movie.
Am I Gay? A journey of self-discovery with Shang.
There was a version with each image separate but Imgur deleted it because Imgur is a hollow shell of itself after whoring out yet another community for money in a naked act of stage-two enshittification.
You’re going to wonder why it’s so quiet when everyone’s blocked you, and you’re never going to figure out it’s you.
Even as you admit - you’re not giving anyone what they’re giving you, you’re making it ten times worse.
If this sub has mods this will be the last help you ever receive here. We will never speak again.
I’m not surprised. You did your worst immediately and learned approximately nothing. You escalated to a tantrum over getting what you asked for, alongside - again - gentle offhand criticism.
And you’re still doing edgelord bullshit like you really flexed on someone by calling them the n-word.
Nevermind the irony of your complete inability to wonder - were you called “prickly” on account of your own actions? Does your back-of-a-Big-Dogs-t-shirt philosophy apply to you?
… do you maybe think “prickly” means someone called you a prick?
Yes. You immature font of toxicity. I linked to a page specifically about how a short script, from scratch, can convince Linux you have a joystick attached. Is it a trivial turn-key solution? No. Does that justify the screeching slurs you’ve spat? Not at all, you fucking gremlin.
edit: Saw your contrary follow-up, doesn’t change anything. Be better in the first place. And I don’t mean your grammar.
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You meet polite suggestions with the worst insults you know, after the bare minimum of searching about a niche issue.
You will not be missed here.
Child.
Probably write your own driver, if you’re this prickly after a whole half-hour of searching.
“How to” is an explanation. “How do I” is a question.
Reality is a team sport, to some people.
All the more reason to go anywhere else.
When a platform thinks it owns you, leave.
Stop reducing things to ‘you just don’t like it.’ God fucking dammit. Reasons matter!
… does Elon know Zane Lofton isn’t real?
What the fuck did Elon buy, at this point?
He fired the employees.
He threw out the code.
He yanked plugs on the physical servers.
He forgot to pay for the virtual servers.
He started rent protest for the office space.
He deleted the brand the way Malcolm X deleted his surname.
If he’d just started a Twitter competitor, with blackjack and doxxing, the only difference would be that Twitter was a bit quieter.
If he’d bought Twitter, the hellsite, and then burned it to the ground as a weird flex, the only difference would be slightly more people using Mastodon.
And in both cases nobody would know he’s a complete crybaby. We’d just harbor strong suspicions.
I know you know, but I have to point out: their public relations is literally a poop emoji. Which is possibly the most juvenile proof imaginable for the failure of Elmo’s delusions of adequacy. He just has a lot of money.
Twitter, Facebook, Blackwater.
Ain’t playing these games.
Shareholders own the company. Their private ownership is only “public” in that they can sell off their share, to anyone.
It’s a joint-stock company. Of course that’s capitalism. Jesus fucking Christ.