Except in the good ol’ days just about everything on the 'net benefited most of us in some way … and it was free. Now it sure as hell ain’t free and it’s been co-opted to benefit billionaires only.

I started torrenting 23 years ago and it was easy. Just a client, no VPN required. Now I need not only a VPN, but a good router that I can flash with firmware, hours of working out how best to set up the router with wireguard etc, then scroll through dozens of links to try and find a stable stream to watch hockey.

It’s fucking exhausting.

The Newsweek link above says that a couple of groups beamed the image onto the building, which explains why the brightness is off.

When Trump was elected again I spent about 3 weeks living with an existential dread I’ve never in my life felt before.

Whenever it happens, it is coming.

I’ve had 2 ACL reconstructions, but the first knee surgery I had was a scope. The surgeon allowed me to stay awake and it was freaking awesome to watch the little grinder and vacuum at work!

Trump’s disease is spreading.

There is when Stack is using a creative commons license.

The first cat I had (as a teen on my own) was the most amazing character. We used to go on walks to a corner store and she’d patiently wait for me while I shopped.

One day on our walk back from the store I saw her stop in her tracks, and then she was gone. I looked ahead and saw that some friends had decided to visit … and they had brought their dogs.

Psycho wasn’t your typical female cat. She was territorial as hell and protected her turf with a ferocity of a lion.

By the time I got to the house she had managed to terrorize the hell out of those three dogs, then wrap herself around the muzzle of one while biting his nose. That poor dog was screaming and swinging his head back and forth trying to shake Psycho off … to no avail.

I was finally able to pry her off and she promptly ran through the old milk chute to hide in the basement. My friends decided the best thing to do was take their dogs home to nurse their small wounds.

Needless to say the dogs never visited again.

Last time I tried ordering food I spent an hour trying to find a restaurant that still had delivery drivers on staff.

Fucking capitalism is killing everything.

Welcome to the 70’s-80’s when carpeting was de rigueur for bathrooms and kitchens.

Fun story … my son was a climber so all food was in the highest cupboards. One time I needed a bathroom break, and in under 5 minutes he’d dragged a kitchen chair to the counter, climbed up, took down the flour and dumped it all over his little sister. Honest to gawd all I could see of her was her dark eyes in a cloud of white.

And just to boost his creativeness here, he decided to move the chair to the sink, grabbed a cup of water and they started making flour pies on the carpet.

Gotta love kids!

Adding to this that my Canadian bank just updated their app and it doesn’t work with my older phone. So my only option is to use online services with SMS/call verification.

It’s such a joy to know that my bank, who made $40.670 billion last year, takes care of every customer equally.

Maybe. At least he flip-flops, which means he could change his tune with enough backlash.

The only one available (for mobile) is a _TEMP version whose permission list goes on forever.