I was a Palestine protestor at my college encampment. When I tell you that I lost so much faith in journalism after the lies they printed about us, I want you to take my full meaning. For persec reasons, I won't say where or what they printed. But I remember camp being equal parts hopeful and defiant, and angry and resolute. I was one of the few with any real camping experience, so my self-assigned task was repairing tents and reviewing sleeping accommodations to make sure no one was cold or sleeping poorly. What the press made it look like was 'group of absolutely clinically loony college kids invite hoards of homeless bums to their college and start trashing everything in sight under guise of protest'.
Without fail, it was recognizable and 'reputable' news orgs that were printing bald-faced outright lies about us. A few of the journalists I interacted with expressed... regret. Despair. Only one I met seemed happy to be there. The rest, the look on their faces made it feel like they were at our funeral. The ones that printed the truth? A local headshop magazine that usually covered what strains of cannabis were popular, and Unicorn Riot. The offbeat weirdos or dedicated ideologues.
It was so jarring to see a profession I regarded so highly eviscerating the truth. I've lost all faith in corporate media, and I will never get it back.
Finally someone mentions the fucking loophole in the 13th Amendment. Slavery is still legal in the US. It's just illegal when anyone other than the prison-industrial complex does it.
Installing it works best with standard vanilla Chromium. If you have issues, it may be because you don't have ADB or the Android SDK installed on your computer. Just follow the directions, and it will run itself. Its simplicity is honestly a thing of beauty. And if you fuck up, you can (almost) always flash it back to stock Android with Google's own WebUSB application.
After that? Getting a launcher that can install custom icons was a priority for me personally. I've heard awesome things about Lawnchair, but Pear Launcher is nice too. Aurora Store is a must if you don't want the Play Store but still want play store apps (disclosure: It undermines some of the important security features of your phone's setup to do this, and the GOS devs themselves strongly condemn the practice. F-droid and Obtainium are, imho, the better solution for most things. But also, bank apps and Discord are essential for me.) Shelter from F-Droid is an excellent tool that lets you set up certain apps in a work profile, which makes toggling certain apps on and off very easy so it uses even less bandwidth and battery power.
For apps, I recommend the following replacements:
Play Store -> Accrescent and F-Droid
Images -> Aves Libre
Maps -> CoMaps, Organic Maps, or OsmAND
Google Translate -> SimplyTranslate
Weather -> BreezyWeather
YouTube -> PipePipe or Clipious
Keyboard -> HeliBoard
Stock utility apps -> Fossify from F-Droid
Beyond that, just enjoy it. It's so simple and so quiet. I mean mentally quiet. So few pop-ups, so little fuss, it's remarkably pleasant.
Honestly, kinda the most wholesome way of describing the perfect aromantic relationship. I'm ace and deeply romantic, so it can feel hard to relate to what you describe. But I can respect it.
Their constant scheming to pursue youth and health. Seriously, that hotmic moment between Putin and Xi talking about hypothetical pre-emptive organ transplants was creepy as fuck.
I got banned from their Facebook page because I absolutely thrashed the fuck out of their movie. I was so mad, I was defacing their Wikipedia page every chance I had.
Fucking awesome, right? I went to go see it twice. Now, I'm a casual Mark fan at best, and I generally don't like horror movies. And fair criticism, the movie does have a bit of a saggy middle and the plot is presented in a way that is a little confusing the first time. It's a slow burn, and you have to pay attention, or you'll miss important details. It gets better the more you see it.
However, bear in mind, he said the weirdest part of making it was the SAG-AFTRA negotiations. He said that, "They were there ready to fight me on treating their workers right. I think they were surprised when I said, 'Yeah, whatever they need, I'm not an asshole.' We had this big strike during filming, so it took a bit longer to finish, but it was important." Or something along those lines.
Contrast that with what I can only imagine was going on when they were filming the vapid vanity project that was playing in the empty theater next to us.
Markiplier's just his handle on YouTube. His name is Mark Fischbach, he streams horror games, is widely credited as the streamer who catapulted FNAF to fame, and his mother is a North Korean escapee. He has a lovely wife, Amy, and a dog named Chica. He branched out from gaming and has made a few made-for-YouTube skit series and stories. A couple years ago, he and a friend named Ethan Nestor-Darling (CrankGameplays) made an experimental channel called Unus Annus, where they pretty much just did odd and offbeat things for a year and then deleted the entire thing. It was wildly popular.
His superpower is that he is such a genuinely good and normal dude that he has never been canceled by his fans. No kid touching, no crypto scams, no NFT shit, no suicide forest video, no game show challenge that violates the Geneva Conventions, nothing.
Much as I love KDE's beautiful themes, Mint is just... easy. I've spent so many years hunting dependencies like lost scrolls in ancient tombs and beseeching ancient wizards of the right incantation to fix my Bluetooth that I just quit. As soon as it stopped being broken, I stopped trying to fix it. Mint hasn't broken on me. Everything works exactly as intended, right out of the box, with few exceptions.
I have been dreaming of this day for ten fucking years. For now? Hon, I am good. I'm not having to spend hours digging for old posts on AskUbuntu or some other forum for the solution to errors no one else has had since Obama's era.
Do we have a free press?
I was a Palestine protestor at my college encampment. When I tell you that I lost so much faith in journalism after the lies they printed about us, I want you to take my full meaning. For persec reasons, I won't say where or what they printed. But I remember camp being equal parts hopeful and defiant, and angry and resolute. I was one of the few with any real camping experience, so my self-assigned task was repairing tents and reviewing sleeping accommodations to make sure no one was cold or sleeping poorly. What the press made it look like was 'group of absolutely clinically loony college kids invite hoards of homeless bums to their college and start trashing everything in sight under guise of protest'.
Without fail, it was recognizable and 'reputable' news orgs that were printing bald-faced outright lies about us. A few of the journalists I interacted with expressed... regret. Despair. Only one I met seemed happy to be there. The rest, the look on their faces made it feel like they were at our funeral. The ones that printed the truth? A local headshop magazine that usually covered what strains of cannabis were popular, and Unicorn Riot. The offbeat weirdos or dedicated ideologues.
It was so jarring to see a profession I regarded so highly eviscerating the truth. I've lost all faith in corporate media, and I will never get it back.