You might be able to get their name from the accident’s police report.

*Blyat-jack.

That’s great news, thank you! It’s something I’ve been asking for since I first began using Lemmy, but there didn’t seem to be interest in implementing it. I’m very glad to see that it’s been reconsidered.

I want to be able to put alt text on an image post upload. Accessibility is cool.

“Trekkie is and Star Wars fans…”

Each and every one of those fuckers looks like they’re in a retail store about to demand to speak to someone’s manager.

It’s an Ethernet port. For some reason Apple decided <···> is the glyph to use for that.

If you hate everyone, have a snack. If everyone hates you, have a nap.

This was from a webcomic from around ten(?) years ago called “Pictures In Boxes.” It was at PicturesInBoxes.com but the site is gone, the Web Archive coverage is spotty, and I haven’t been able to track down the specific URL for this one.

Time for some traditional Moldovan epic victory music!

I’m pretty sure that’s the telephone number of a flat in Islington where I once went to a party…

I’ve a few fun stories.

I spent some years around the turn of the century running a video arcade in a shopping mall. (Kids, ask your parents what both of those were.) Kids regularly got themselves kicked out for violence, whether toward the machines (sometimes hard enough to chip paintwork) or against each other (always fun when a round of Street Fighter results in a round of Regular Fighter.) I once banned a kid who had stolen a roll of prize tickets behind my back while I was reloading a machine’s ticket supply, and very intelligently tried to come back the next day to buy prizes with the still-intact unused roll. I once got a family banned from the entire mall because they decided to leave a scared toddler - maybe five years old, no ability to play the games or money to spend on them, and no discernible ability to communicate in English - alone in the arcade - a dark, crowded, and noisy place with its own open door leading directly to the parking lot - while they went off to do their shopping in the rest of the mall. The kid was turned over to mall security who got the cops involved.

More recently I worked for some years in a 3D-print-to-order factory which I’ll call “Shapeways,” for that was its name. Custom tabletop RPG dice sets were popular items; considerably more expensive than getting a standard set from the local hobby shop, but available in all sorts of bespoke designs in cool materials. One customer was apparently so dissatisfied with their dice order that they not only sent a bunch of Chaotic Evil emails and phone calls about it, but included direct threats to go down to the factory personally to teach us some sort of lesson. This resulted in their account being shut down, authorities getting involved, and the factory hiring an armed security guard for a few months over a set of dice which could simply have been reprinted or refunded. (Shapeways has since shut down, but as far as I know it was not over unsatisfactorily-printed dice.)

There’s definitely something extra sad about the idea of a guy who’s too much of a drug doer to be allowed in the shop specifically for drug doers.

If you watch Titanic in reverse it’s about a sad lady floating on a door who idly fishes a cute boy out of the ocean and brings him onto a big fancy steamship that has conveniently sprouted up over by an iceberg, where they have steamy no-strings vacation sex until they split up because they each find new boyfriends on the ship they’d rather go to Europe with.

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Claudette:

He’s always bugging me about my house. Fifteen years ago, we agreed, that house belongs to me. Now the value of the house is going up and he’s seeing dollar signs. Everything goes wrong at once. Nobody wants to help me, and I’m dying.

Lisa:

You’re not dying, mom.

Claudette:

I got the results of the test back. I definitely have breast cancer.

Lisa:

Look, don’t worry about it. Everything will be fine. They’re curing lots of people every day.

Claudette:

I’m sure I’ll be alright.

It feels intangibly relevant somehow that Alec Guinness was wearing a toupee when he played original Obi-Wan.

“More broccoli?”

"It isn’t broccoli I want… it’s… you!"

At Elon’s Tesla robots are secretly humans, and at Elon’s Twitter human users are secretly bots.

“Its price,” not “it’s.”