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Cake day: June 28th, 2023

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  • I know you’re joking, but it made me think.

    On platforms like Twitter I never felt seen. I felt like I was talking to myself for the 30 seconds I actually engaged with it (I never could stand the format or the interface really).

    On Lemmy I do feel seen, because it’s so much smaller. I know people read what I write and I get way more feedback here than I’ve ever gotten since (maybe) 2010-era Reddit.

    But important? Anyone who can use the Internet to make themselves feel important must have been a sociopath to begin with because as near as I can tell the Internet is a misery machine designed to make you feel like a dumbshit.

    Come to think of it, that’s probably why I hate the entire concept of “influencers” and the human toilets who call themselves that.


  • And yet not a single word in that entire article about bots being used to post on Internet forums to engineer public opinion, which is certainly what came to my mind when I read the headline.

    The closest it comes is the section where it admits that because they’re all spoofing known Big Tech scrapers, they can’t actually say how much of any particular activity is actually going on beyond some broad generalizations.

    I can confirm though - my web server was positively getting hammered until I locked it down with fail2ban.



  • It was different, there was more of what at least looked like cause->effect. People were irrational, but not directly belligerent about their irrationality. Round table talk formats didn’t seem so useless, there being people who were more learned than you giving useful explanations about what was happening in the world (that made sense). Watching them now seems like the blind leading the blind. The world was more coherent and the incoherent parts of it seemed largely marginalized and sidelined. This marginalization seemed fairly permanent, like you could count on society making progress in science and technology without regard to your stupid uncle’s sexist bullshit or your crazy aunt’s vitamin therapy and aversion to aluminum cookware. Now all of them are wrapped up in one Super Saiyan called “Secretary of Health and Human Services.”