PhobosAnomaly

Académie Française in shambles

c’est multiple titties, so is “les”, you rosbeef language vandale!

Commenters never cease to surprise me. I thought this would be a concerted effort to maintain the upvote/downvote average at 1!

Reminds me of the Big Train sketch.

That’s a fair comment, and represents the core tradeoff of balancing protecting vulnerable members of society against privacy or liberty concerns.

My preference would be to - in a massively reductive statement - teach the paedos that their urges are less-than-healthy and treat them as medical cases, in order to reduce the need for such content.

The other element is that it’s rarely a great idea to make sweeping reforms of a system that is failing because silly cunts are doing illegal things. I’m pulling a stat out of my arse here but why are we implementing legal interventions to prevent 5-10% of the population from downloading or producing illegal content, when surely it would be more effective to target those involved in the criminal practise rather than the other 90-95% of happy carefree legal chuggers?

I do see your point though, and it’s refreshing to see you’ve not gone straight for the “much chuldrun” trope.

I see your view and appreciate the time you’ve taken to articulate it well.

My view takes another level of abstraction from it, and ignoring the implementation detail for the moment - the question for me is “what are we trying to protect underage/vulnerable persons from?”

Sex is a natural thing and I’m not arsed either way - and some of the more extreme content (within the legal sense, non-consent and animal porn etc are another ball game) such as exploitative content or covertlyy recorded stuff really need to be addressed as society issues so that the ensuing pornography isn’t such an issue.

That said, the line defining the three (or more) groups is arbritary and different for everyone I guess.

It’s still illegal - however it’s a defence to prosecution to say that there was a form of emergency or other mitigating factors.

As always, the wording and mitigations are specific to the jurisdictions.

I’m making the assumption that you’re not deliberately daft enough to conflate the two issues of “a cheeky tug looking at some low resolution grot” and “mass casualty attack planning”, but surely you must see the difference between harmful content and porn, and why measures should be taken (however easy to circumvent) to disrupt terrorism or other large-scale atrocities?

Man I’ve seen derivatives of this stuff, but this must be the OG post - thanks for that!

I thought the whole Lunix thing came from the elite hacker JEFF.K!!!11 so I’m chuffed there’s another level to this!

“to compile the kernel you must kill me, Linus Romero”

Yes but how are you going to leave a printf(‘oh noes I fucked up!’) statement in by mistake, for someone to find in production ten years down the line when the planets align and a strange set of circumstances occur?

That’s half the fun :)

Yeah, it’s probably more British slang more than anything. To “bang in” or “knock in” or “pan in” or “put in” a quantity of anything is generally used to describe a tedious or repetitive task.

One could “knock in a good few hours of revision” or “bang in half hour on the treadmill” or “put in a shitload of effort” or other such terms.

In this case, my lad plays Pokémon Go, but I’ll cover distance goals to accelerate progress a bit.

It’s doable. It’s just a different game. You get to know usernames who take or join gyms, you can recognise people on the rare occasion you party up for a raid.

A friend of mine GPS spoofs the game and it’s a completely different game though. I’m having to use external tools to remote raid for cool mons as an organised party, but they just tip up to any major city centre raid location and do whatever they need to do whenever they want. That said, gyms turn over within minutes, so getting free coins is a pain in the ass whereas a lot of rural folk repsect the 8hr rule to maximise coins.

If I’m honest, I’m just a guy who let his youngster sign up for an account, so that my boy could play the game while I banged in the buddy miles daily when out running, but I’ve quite enjoyed it too being out in the sticks.

I have (and still do) use EG for most of my news, but that has taken a slide in quality over the years. In general, they’re not receptive to developmental feedback either - though I’m not prepared to leave the blame at the editorial or mod staff door on that one when you’ve got a company like ReedPop coming in with a clear agenda to make more money, and leaving so soon.

My main concern is for DigitalFoundry - genuinely one of the best, most entertaining, and in-depth spin off channels out there.

Well done friend! That moment where you cross your old “distance best” is really quite surreal, literally running in to new territory, seeing what your feet and lungs are made of! Enjoy a beer or a treat tonight!

Onwards to 16k!

Not the one you’re replying, but you’re absolutely right.

I like PNL’s stuff, but it wasn’t until I picked up more and more French that I realised quite how… descriptive some of the songs were. Probably not the sort of thing you’d hear on daytime radio anyway.

I mean, you still can.

Without getting into the “separating the art from the artist” argument because I’m not nearly smart enough to get into the detail, it’s still a good song.

The Lostprophets songs like Fake Sound Of Progress and Bring It Down bring me great joy and inspiration when out running, even if Ian Watkins is a colossal cunt.

e: for those new to the story, please do check which Ian Watkins that Google returns :)

isn’t this a Rammstein song?

I worked for a major UK supermarket chain a few years ago - at a store big enough to have its own car park, but small enough that it had a small “garden centre” which was about 10m X 25m tacked on to the side of the store.

I was on the way back in after helping some elderly couple load their car up, when some dude says “can you give me a hand with these bags of soil?”, and I’m like “yeah no worries” and yeeted about nine or ten bags of soil into the back of his car.

I wander back in and the checkout supervisor was like “did he pay for those bags?” and I’m like “I’ve no idea mate” - turns out no, no he hadn’t.

It was a separate question to “did I care?” where the answer would have equally been something they didn’t want to hear.

As cool as it is, it’s missing a whole depth of excitement without Klaxon Beat dropping dem mad synth hi-hatz!

TSSSS-TSS-TSS-TSS-TSS, TSSSS-TSS-TSS-TSS-TSS

Man, that sounds exciting!

Particularly if you’re in someone else’s house, of course.