“O Fortuna” Geesh, even the title doesn’t make sense. Everyone knows it’s ‘T’ for tuna. 🧐

I think I stuck it out with Reddit for a lot longer than most. But I couldn’t ignore the shift in culture once it went public…

• Content that I had been posting for years was suddenly getting taken down by mods for no actual, valid, rule-associated reason. My attempts to politely challenge this was met with arrogance and further bans, so I eventually gave up and just unleashed a barrage of verbal abuse on the mods and took my permabans as little notches on my bedpost.

• Bots. Fucking bots everywhere. Like a flea infestation that everyone said they hated but never actually did anything about. It’s Facebook-levels of dead internet in a lot of the big subs, and the smaller esoteric ones were starting to lose the battle.

• Reddit culture became a caricature of itself. I’m thinking of your typical redditisms you’d see in comments. And I think the final death rattle was seeing those same phrases pop up in the ads that filthed up my feed. The corporatization of Reddit was complete at that point.

So I left, did a little asking, and ended up here. Hi.

M. R. Ducks.

This is absolutely real. I just ordered a dozen.

In a truly free society, we would be having widely-publicized contests where whoever shoots the most of these wins.

I usually overcome this by reading something new. I’ve often found that hearing a new idea will dislodge ideas of my own.

I’ve often told students: Don’t try to be creative in a vacuum.

Ya don’t fucking say.

What the fuck is an “a::s”

What about…um, y- you know…the other things?

It hurts, kid.

Like, it really, seriously fucking hurts.

Vlad the Impaler: “Am I a joke to you?”

Oh I do way more than that.

It ain’t just guys. Let me tell you the story of my ex…

I don’t feel smug because I left Reddit. I feel sad that it turned into a vapid, sterile mockery of itself and I stopped having fun there. I like fun places. And I lost one.

I say yes, but this is an Internet forum and you likely just started an international incident.

This isn’t really about your sandwich, is it?

Out with it proti!

I was working in a book store in the Deep South in 1999 and I remember several people calling in asking if we had books on building Y2K survival bunkers. I’d inevitably chirp back, “No sir, we don’t.” and allow the subsequent silence to be their judge.