The "I don't want to talk about AI" thread, and the new topic is: ranking the scary things

EDIT: Especially, strange white men wanting to change my mind about black men, eeewwwweee
I don't even know where to begin...

I think there should be an Internetting licence, like a driving licence. Take a test to show you understand how to conduct yourself in digital traffic - and a proper test, like in Europe: spend an hour driving through the centre of Rome - and if you accumulate too many demerits it gets confiscated.
 
I don't even know where to begin...

I think there should be an Internetting licence, like a driving licence. Take a test to show you understand how to conduct yourself in digital traffic - and a proper test, like in Europe: spend an hour driving through the centre of Rome - and if you accumulate too many demerits it gets confiscated.
Oh, my dear @StillStellar, where'd the fun be in that? It isn't like they can actually change me or force me to respond. The crux of it is, I just get annoyed, so I fear it will happen and I'll get unwanted attention. My number one fear is racists and Antisemites.
 
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And the "my story isn't AI-generated, I swear!" waves have something to do with solar flares. Or the migratory patterns of the common crow.
Like many modern phenomena, over the span of decades and centuries it can ultimately be attributed to the decline in piracy.
 
I don't think a 12-year-old would even be able to appreciate a decent whiskey. Probably not even a crappy one, to be honest.
I suppose. When I was 12 I'd developed a decent taste for wine, but when my Granddad gave me some of his Glenfiddich I didn't like. I think I was probably 18 before I discovered that I enjoyed Irish whiskey.
 
I suppose. When I was 12 I'd developed a decent taste for wine, but when my Granddad gave me some of his Glenfiddich I didn't like. I think I was probably 18 before I discovered that I enjoyed Irish whiskey.
Whoa! Twelve?! Sir, this is Lit: if you're not eighteen, you not only cannot have alcohol; you cannot even think about alcohol, know about the mere existence of alcohol, or occur within less than 500 words of any instance of alcohol happening anywhere!
 
I don't even know where to begin...

I think there should be an Internetting licence, like a driving licence. Take a test to show you understand how to conduct yourself in digital traffic - and a proper test, like in Europe: spend an hour driving through the centre of Rome - and if you accumulate too many demerits it gets confiscated.
But then nobody would be on the internet.
 
You can also just use your fist.

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Where's the gravitas in that, though?

There's something incredibly satisfying about shaking your cane at someone. It's that extra flair that really tells them, "Ah, it's an old asshole who REALLY doesn't like my music, maybe there's something to that," instead of "Annoying old fart who doesn't know anything about music."

I might give kids these days too much credit, I don't know if they know how to speak full sentences anymore.

*Shakes cane* Damn kids, ruining English!
 
Before I ran away from home, and shortly before her death, my grandmother told me that abuse runs in our family, and the only way to break it is not pass it down. After her funeral, I packed up everything I wanted to keep in a small gym bag and left in the middle of the night. I feared nothing but my birth father at that time. The next 11 months, I learned to fear a lot more than him. Thank God, fortune, or chance that my adoptive parents found me and changed my life.
 
Before I ran away from home, and shortly before her death, my grandmother told me that abuse runs in our family, and the only way to break it is not pass it down. After her funeral, I packed up everything I wanted to keep in a small gym bag and left in the middle of the night. I feared nothing but my birth father at that time. The next 11 months, I learned to fear a lot more than him. Thank God, fortune, or chance that my adoptive parents found me and changed my life.
I'm glad they found you too.
 
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