Niko Heikkilä 💉💉 @nikoheikkila@mastodon.technology

Remember to hug (ask first!) and otherwise appreciate your instance admins today and over then next week or so.

Your instance admins will be putting in additional time and effort due to a washed-down right-wing celebrity's latest vanity project.

They will handle it, the heroes that they are. But they will need hugs and appreciation.

If you can, also throw a coin, that helps of course. But hugs and appreciation, first and foremost.

#Fediverse

"Mastodon's Founder Says Trump's New Social Network Is Just Mastodon"

https://www.vice.com/en/article/5dgm5k/truth-social-is-mastodon-trump

NO to Zuckerberg's bullshit.

A animal 🤝 In war you
being able to fight for his life

I think about this a lot

Dangerous spam alert: Watch out for unexpected DMs which claim that "Someone cloned your profile." The link points to a malware site.

Please, don't panic: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has been published on October 12, 1979.

Exactly 42 years ago 🙊

People's deceased bodies 🤝 Hair
being able to be composted

I turn on my PC.

The local wildlife are immediately sterilised by the excessive output from my four exposed nuclear reactors running at a critically risky heat output.

The sound of 10,000 cooling fans deafens the city’s morning traffic as my warehouse of 500 parallel-chained AMD Razer Threadrippers bursts into life, forming the equivalent processing power of 2015 in one room.

Nearby, my cluster of Nvidia 5090 Test Cards begins to warp the local time continuum as they calculate answers man was never meant to know.

Very gently, I open Microsoft Teams.

Instantly, the already deafening noise of fans increases to a murderous wail as they try to keep my equipment at operating temperatures. A nuclear reactors’ fusion catches up with its cooling and explodes destroying the lives of millions. The floor begins to melt away as my processors over clocked ten-fold reach critical mass and descend directly into hell. My Nvidia cluster collapses into a singularity and begins to devour the planet.

Quickly now, I open a text chat, it’s a bit laggy.

The sheer struggle of loading some text destroys the remaining systems. Me and my equipment are deleted from reality by an unknown overseer.

Humanity is not ready for instant messaging

The Lord of the Rings: a story where the social elite coerce a trust-fund kid's hard-working gardener into shouldering global risks. Before it's over, he has to physically carry his useless employer (and their jewelry collection) up an active volcano. Ahead of its time, really.

At some point your Facebook account will go away.

Whether that's from running afoul of one of their algorithms or because you delete it, or because the company and its servers disappear: your Facebook account will disappear at some point.

It's up to you to determine how you handle that.

Do you be proactive and make contacts with people on other platforms, or do you treat those connections as ephemeral. I can't make that choice for you. Both are completely valid.

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