back in ~my~ day cartel oligarchs would meet in secret to fix prices for products you cannot live without, then get a ton of profit and swim in money, while backstabbing one another at any opening with blackmail and assassins and whatnot. sometimes they’d fund a library or something to pretend they were philanthropists.

cartels these days make pretend products that nobody wants, then promise they’re going to “invest” one quadrillion dollars on the other oligarch’s company to create more virtual husbandos, and the other company in turn promises they’re going to buy one quadrilllion dollars of “compute” from the first company, so that both can report one quadrillion dollars of “growth” for doing absolutely nothing. like who are they even trying to impress here. then the oligarch hires people to pretend he can play Diablo. what happened to honest, salt-of-the-earth exploitation of the masses, huh. the boot stomping on my face is all cheap plastic nowadays. they gotta replace it every 3 years and the new model doesn’t even fit my face anymore. they don’t make cartels like they used to

Maybe more importantly, for his readers and listeners, Zitron holds out the seductive promise of some great comeuppance for the industry. Justice, of some kind, for an audience that isn’t seeing much of it in evidence anywhere. “I do not think this is a real industry,” he has written, “and I believe that if we pulled the plug on the venture capital aspect tomorrow it would evaporate.” When On the Media asked how he could be so certain that a collapse was coming, he replied, “I feel it in my soul.”

Yeah this cannot be bad journalism, it has to be intellectual dishonesty. Someone paid for a hit piece for sure.

The first couple Eko Eko Azarak movies. Grade-A B-horror Japanese schlock, main character is a Satanist witch teenage detective, more or less. Her goddamn name is Kuroi Misa (“Black Mass”), I love her so much. Perfect if you like brainless gore and non-irony-poisoned creepy movies for spooky week.

The movies are currently on Youtube in full. I’m also watching the 1997 TV series but after episode #3 you’ll need to speak Japanese. The movies are better than the series anyway (the first two at least, haven’t watched the others.)

Yeah I mean I am in favour that food should not be paywalled from the hungry and everyone who wants food should be able to just go to the food and eat it (i.e. I am in favour of a system that allocates resources according to need). I am not in favour that wealthy capital owners who already hold all the power in the world should be allowed to vacuum all the food into a hell blender that produces processed food product to try and impress investors into another round of funding for their food sucking machine. These are not the same thing.

I will deliberately avoid declaring the take to be in the public domain, just so that you can enjoy the street cred of your life of crime 🏴‍☠️

I’m a leftist who doesn’t support intellectual property. My solutions to intellectual property are 1) communism, or at least 2) basic income, in that order of preference.

Until one of the solutions to the problem of intellectual property is implemented, individuals should be allowed full sovereignity over their intellectual creations as they see fit. Personally all my intellectual creation is either public domain, or published under open, explicitly anti-capitalist licenses. But that’s because I have a day job and a safe economic situation. If an artist decides people should pay to use their stuff, people should pay to use their stuff. The consent of the creator is non-negotiable.

Capitalists are the enemy and I don’t give a flying fuck about capitalist intellectual property. My rule, grosso modo, is: if I pay to access this piece of art, does the money go to the creators, or does it go to some corporation’s shareholders? If the first, I pay, gladly. If the second, I sail the high seas. Sometimes when it’s hybrid (usually of the form “the artist gets peanuts and the capital owners get the lion’s share”) I will dig up the artist’s patreon or ko-fi or whatever, donate the price of the thing there, and pirate it, under the assumption that the patreon/ko-fi/bandcamp/etc. cut is smaller than the typical entertainment industry’s.

Peter Coffin is a fuck and his contrarian-ass pro-AI stuff deserves sneering to the full extent of sneerdom

Biggest examples I know of is Shaun’s 4-hour review of the “War on Science” book, and the backlash to the Riyadh Comedy Festival (the whole drama here was hilarious, and not because of the comedy).

Yeah comeon OP spill the tea, I want my daily dose of drama, which pokémons are those and why are men angry about them 🍵

That’s like “there’s no ethical consumption under capitalism so I’ll get an Amazon Prime subscription” thinking.

You can’t boycott away a government, you can’t even boycott away a corporation for that matter. That doesn’t mean we should just give up and be complicit.

The enshittification of all social media and online services in general has been driving me continuously more towards downgrading devices, low tech solutions, and non-computer-based hobbies and interests, and I am at this point increasingly optimistic about it. I spend more time gardening now, and doing sports, and not looking at my cellphone in the middle of a date but just enjoying the quite moments. I get entertainment recommendations from human beings more than algorithms. I’m like yes please, keep making it worse, add more ads, more slop. Go on nerds, ruin search bars harder. Help me quit my addiction.

Like I wanted to know about some martial arts club that only has online information on facebook, because websites are dead (no, websites were murdered); so I made a throwaway account; facebook rejected my chosen username because it “mixes characters from different alphabets” (one small but unsung injustice of the modern Internet is increasing marginalisation of multilingualism); I put in an ethnically pure, non-race-treasonous username all in a single script; facebook then told me that my account would be verified with a selfie video, it’s easy…

So I closed the tab, thankful to Facebook for saving me from Facebook. I learned more about the martial arts club by showing up for a test training and checking the vibes, which tells me more about it than any online presence ever could and also gets me out of the house, breathing some crispy-chill autumn air, amongst fallen leaves.

I don’t know what is everyone’s red line but for me, I’ll never make an account that requires a government ID, a video selfie, or a facial photo. The way this exiles me from more and more online silos is doing wonders to help me stop my decades of being too online, to recover my ability to read paper books. I had missed being a bookworm so much. I had switched from Emacs org-mode and electronic tools to paper-based bullet journaling long ago, to great success. Now I’m banned from every single dating app due to my radical and unreasable posture of not wanting to expose my face (indexable by location (as a trans woman antifa activist latina immigrant (in this economy))). The only dating app that still accepts me is Lex, and ain’t nobody uses Lex. As a result I now find new dates through offline means, which mostly means queer parties, or metamours refereed to me by women I’m dating. Both user interfaces are significantly more satisfying than even pre-enshittification OkCupid.

I’ve downgraded my smartphone to a Fairphone 2 from 10 years ago. It’s sufficient to run the transport and authentication apps that modern life requires, or to DM my family on Matrix, but it’s slow and small and the battery runs out too fast to use for distraction. As a result my weekend trips became much more interesting, contemplative, I notice more things and the time lasts longer. I’m using more retro- or purpose-specific devices, like the ebook reader and a cheap MP3 player. But I’ve also taken to doing embroidery on trains and waiting rooms, or just people-watching and thinking. A year ago I couldn’t do anything without having a podcast or playlist shuffle on the background. Somehow the simple act of being less online also made it more comfortable for me to not have so much stimulation all the time. It might be placebo or self-image or something, I don’t care, my quality of life has increased.

All of this tech was cursed anyway, we should never have quietly accepted and normalised that everything is made by coltan mine slaves and 996 suicidal workers, we should never have accepted everything made of plastic and toxic metals dumped unceremoniously into the soil life by the tons every day due to planned obsolescence or just to inflate prices, we should never have accepted startup culture and obscenely thieving celebrity CEOs hoarding all the wealth while mechanical turk and AI taggers in Third World countries pour their blood onto the machine for pennies, we should never have continued to fund Big Tech, and increasingly open source projects for that matter, after they got in bed with governments doing literal genocides. It is an abomination that my kids in an European public school are required to used Microsoft Teams accounts on government-provided Apple iPads. I hope this whole industry crashes like nothing else crashed before, and in the meantime I hope Big Tech hubris prevents them from seeing they’re driving everyone away from the plugged lifestyle they designed.

I just got a cheap-ass Sandisk MP3 player, as part of my efforts to both stop streaming and stop depending on a phone so much when I’m outside. It has an audiobook function which didn’t work but after a firmware update it does, mostly. It’s not a good device by any stretch but it cost me 20€ and I consume a lot of audiobooks, and it’s extremely calming to not be exposed to a smartphone when I read.

On the music side of things the biggest change wasn’t so much the devices but getting more into bandcamp, with a healthy supplementation of stuff downloaded from soulseek, torrents, and on a pinch, youtube. I make wishlists of small bands I like and buy full albums on bandcamp friday. Listening to these offline made me able to listen to entire albums again, like in the physical media days, which again I find to be incredibly calming compared to hopping between the same favourites on shuffle.

Spotify actually helped me discover music, both through user-created playlists and algorithmic suggestions. I hear it’s all full of “AI”-generated music and lists, though, and I found a much more powerful algorithm to discover music, called “asking people”.

Swedish audio streaming companies who recruit for ethnic cleansing militia squads, and whose profits are reinvested in “AI” murderdrone arms dealer Helsing.

“In the 21st century, the Antichrist is a Luddite who wants to stop all science. It’s someone like Greta or Eliezer,” [Peter Thiel] said, referring to Thunberg and Eliezer Yudkowsky

I am going outside to smoke something. I don’t care what, just… something