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Amazon is being sued by the FTC and 17 states for being an illegal monopoly

hi hey please talk about this as much as you can constantly over time

so often i've seen big-ass Stupid Bullshit News about Stupid Bullshit become absolutely nothing after like 3 days. i'm so fucking tired of it because it means that nothing changes, since we've forgotten what we need to change.

now amazon is getting sued. awesome! this is the first time i've heard of it. the suit was filed presumably somewhere between a few hours and a day ago, so that's understandable.

is this really, really going to be covered after, i dunno, three days? i honestly don't reckon so. amazon has enough money and probably apathy to make this not as much of an important lawsuit as it should - and maybe could - be.

i would love to be reminded every day for weeks and then months that amazon is being sued for operating an illegal monopoly. i want to read every joke, hear every update, see every move that's made until this shit is wrapped up. i don't just want to operate on hope and, inversely, a lack of faith on this one.

i want my anger over the way things are run to be grounded in things happening right here and right now, instead of historical events that make you go "that sucks. can't change the past! :)" and move on, because that changes nothing in the present or the future. please talk about amazon getting sued by the federal trade commission and 17 state attourneys-general for breaking antitrust laws by being an illegal monopoly.

time to schedule post this a few times this month!!

you can make nearly any object into a good insult if you put ‘you absolute’ in front of it

example: you absolute coat hanger

as well u can just add ‘ed’ to any object and it’s sounds like you were really drunk

example: i was absolutely coat hangered last night

#i was gazeboed mate #i was absolutely baubled

Meanwhile, “utter” works for the first (e.g., “you utter floorboard”) but somehow “utterly” doesn’t seem to work as well for the second (“I was utterly floorboarded”).

Utterly doesn’t work for drunk because it’s the affix for turning random objects into terms for *shocked*, obviously.

… huh.  I thought that might just be the similarity to “floored”, and yet “I was utterly coat hangered” does seem to convey something similar.

I have to tell you, I am utterly sandwiched at this discovery.

Completely makes the phrase mean “super tired”.

“God, it’s been a long week, I am completely coat-hangered.”

Something is

Something is wrong with our language

Is it a glitch or a feature?

Feature

we don’t have anything like this in French and it offers a range of expressibility that I wish we could properly translate back. it is a feature, i concur

World Heritage Post

wonder what did this to English

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

And while they fly far away and soar

What happens to those

with wings clipped and torn

Before they get to spread them ?

The kids on TikTok think that just because he was a classic country singer, Johnny Cash was conservative??? My babies he covered a Nine Inch Nails song in his seventies.

Classic country singers (the majority of which came from poor roots) were always talking about how much The Man sucked because they were taking money from poor rural folk. You’re gonna tell me that’s conservative?? Get outta here.

And somehow on the opposite side of the scale with the same exact opinion the conservative kids say “I like the old country music, because there’s no politics to it” Woodie Guthrie’s got a “this machine kills fascists” sticker on his guitar? You think there’s no politics in 9 to 5 or Folsom Prison Blues?!

For anyone confused there was a sudden and dramatic shift in the country music genre. It used to be a genre fixated on the experiences of people. Lived or common experiences that resonated with the common people. It was music that you listened to and it thrummed in tune to your soul because you had lived it yourself. And a lot of that was about ordinary people getting ground up in the gears of society.

The hyper patriotism, beer, and trucks chimera we have now didn't show up until after 9/11 and the world is lesser for it

Allow me to post the entire lyrics to the Johnny Cash song "Man in Black", released in nineteen goddamn seventy-one and written about why he always wore black onstage:

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black

Why you never see bright colors on my back

And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone

Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down

Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town

I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime

But is there because he's a victim of the times

I wear the black for those who've never read

Or listened to the words that Jesus said

About the road to happiness through love and charity

Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose

In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes

But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back

Up front there ought to be a man in black

I wear it for the sick and lonely old

For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold

I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been

Each week we lose a hundred fine young men

And I wear it for the thousands who have died

Believin' that the Lord was on their side

I wear it for another hundred-thousand who have died

Believin' that we all were on their side

Well, there's things that never will be right, I know

And things need changin' everywhere you go

But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right

You'll never see me wear a suit of white

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day

And tell the world that everything's okay

But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back

'Til things are brighter, I'm the man in black

That right there is an anti-war, anti-bigot, anti-mass-incarceration, anti-war-on-drugs (Cash was an addict in various stages of recovery who was pissed as hell about how this country treats people with substance issues), eat-the-rich protest song. And it was arguably his signature song, his personal manifesto. Notice that even the Jesus reference, which today would be a signal that the song is about to drop some racist dogwhistles, segues immediately into a line about "the road to happiness through love and charity". As in "Motherfucker, our shared god said love thy neighbor and care for the poor and the outsider, and we both know he didn't fucking stutter." He's throwing shade at self-described Christians who use his religion as a cudgel to beat people with.

Johnny Cash wasn't a conservative. I'm pretty sure if he were alive and in reasonably good health today, he'd knock Jason Aldean's teeth out (or, failing that, write a song so devastatingly memetic about how much Aldean sucks that Aldean would never work in music again).

Johnny Cash was punk rock. He just happened to be punk rock in the body of a country singer.

i keep writing poems that are actually multiple poems in a trenchcoat and weird formatting and then running into a wall because they're multiple poems in a trenchcoat. help

This sounds so cool!

izzy crying when he is given the leg is just so fucking meaningful

he saw the note, he saw the leg and he realised the crew actually care for him. enough to make him a new fucking leg. he realises he isn't alone anymore, he has people in his corner now.

like this cute ass mother fucking smile, like fuck you can see how much it meant to him. and he literally stops drinking, he stops isolating himself, he hangs out on deck showing off his new leg proudly because others had done something for him.

i fucking love how izzy in the 5th episode is just kinda standing about? hanging out? the whole crew stands on roll call and he's sitting on a railing dangling his foot. comes to fetch stede and immediately leans his whole body on the doorway. follows stede around like a stray puppy. appears mysteriously in chairs. an absolute unit of a little guy.

ok but Izzy losing it at the figurehead because it COULDNT DO ITS FUCKING JOB vs ed talking gently to the door latch because it’s not its fault it’s broken it was just trying to do its job

*transports guinea pigs from point A to point B with my mind*

Marzipan asks that you not interrupt her nap with your telepathic powers again thank you

marzipan i am so fcking sorry ill never forgivve myself for doing this to you im so so fcking sorry

saw this in the comments on a post on facebook, jodye seems like a great person.

become ungovernable etc

I'm not a psychology researcher, but my guess would be that the nature of it being a time-limited puzzle game where you have to juggle multiple factors means that your short-term memory gets filled and the traumatic images are "dumped" in favor of remembering how many times to rotate the L piece. "As soon as possible" is probably because the sooner you do it, the less likely it is to become part of your long-term memory.

If that is true, then other time-limited activities where you have to remember and plan in a tight time frame may serve a similar purpose.

This can have an effect hours after the traumatic event happens too! All participants were treated within about 6 hours and played for a total of 20 minutes of Tetris (with at least one play time of 10 minutes straight).

Here are the links given in the screenshot:

Here is the paper that the second link uses as a source:

nightly spiral

this is my favorite fuckin comic ever I have never seen something capture the experience so well

my house dot wad is easily one of the greatest works of online horror to be released this decade nothing can sway me on that.

it feels so from a different decade in the best way possible. like this thing just mysteriously popped up on a forum one day. “big horror things” don’t just appear that anymore. only stuff like creepypastas like smiledog or slenderman can originate in such an organic way and catch so many people off guard. that era of the internet is behind us, and yet this thing persists. it’s creators, whoever they may be, must have intended it to be this pretty humble thing meant for a few fans of something pretty niche and it got big because it’s awesome even if you have 0 doom experience. even with the segments in it that meld popular internet horror stuff like the backrooms together feel really fresh and unnerving like the map itself is playing off of YOUR perception of horror and not riffing on something pre existing. the twist that it was made not for a best friend but for a lover in their memory is just another thing that makes it feel so unique. most horror things today have the mindset of “scary concept first, characterization second” so to have a project that’s just all characterization, made for someone, something that embodies them and a persons love for them? it’s such a refreshing take in the digital horror landscape. and the ‘happiness has to be fought for’ line… god what a powerful message. seriously . i hope more horror projects follow in its footsteps and things only continue to get stranger and less conventional 🫡

No clue what this is, but it sounds lovely

social media has shown me some very diverse pissing on the poor style reading comprehension takes over the years but i don't think i've ever seen a straight up "fables carry no meaning because they are just stories, something that is famously known to mean nothing"

This is a very conservative mindset. I know this because I have a lot of conservative relatives who get very angry at me for discussing themes and symbolism in media. I have never been able to pinpoint exactly why it makes them so angry but best I can tell its mainly a byproduct of the feedback loop between conservative ideology and anti-intectualism.

I read poems 

They make me think of everyone 

I have ever known

I talk to my friends

And yearn for an eternity with them 

I dream of soft mornings 

With those I call family 

Eating breakfast at a too small table 

Our shoulders bump 

Laughter fills the air 

Silverware clinks

It'll feel like an eternity 

At that small table 

I am loved 

They are loved 

But the time will pass 

I wish I could spend forever at that table 

In a world 

A future that has yet to come 

In my current day 

I think of my friends 

Of sitting at that small table with them 

They are so loved 

But the future is a secret 

And perhaps the secret it holds

Is them never being at that small table 

Where I am also loved

this is such incredible advice for creating any kind of art i have to put it over here to remind myself

And this goes for writing too.

There are stories that only you are qualified to tell best: that only you are able to tell. You are uniquely positioned in spacetime to do this job because of your life detail, your upbringing, your reading, your thinking. No one else can tell your stories just the way you do, no matter how good a writer they might be.

And inside you somewhere are characters desperate for your attention; desperate for your intention and your work to breathe life into them. They need your voice raised to tell their stories. No one else can do it. You are their only hope.

Waste no more time worrying about whether your take on their stories will be good enough. You have more important things to be thinking about. So go get on with it. :)