Oh shit, is it just the eventual end product of teenage rebelliousness?

Probably isn’t going to be easy to track down. The only thing I’ve been able to find is this. The only things that match up are the last name and the timeframe (and even the timeframe isn’t perfect. September 19, 2009.) No idea beyond that whether that’s the “correct” Webber couple. (Also, the wedding registry page doesn’t mention whether Megan took the Webber last name. If not, and if the t-shirt is related, I’d think the t-shirt would use the term “Webber/Lange Wedding” or some such rather than just “Webber Wedding”. But who knows.)

I checked the Wayback Machine hoping an older version of the same page a) might be available and b) might have more information than the basically no information that the current version of that page has, but unfortunately they don’t appear to have any versions of that page saved.

The source of the page doesn’t have much information (aside from what’s visible in the page, the URL, or the title of the page) except for a zip code: 90049. Probably where Megan and Thomas live.

Again, no idea if that specific Megan and Thomas are related to the t-shirt. But I guess there’s a small chance.

Edit: I guess you could contact screen printing companies in LA near that 90049 zip code and see if you can find a screen printing company that will admit to having made that shirt. They might be able to tell you the story of it. If there’s a tag in the shirt, it might even say the name of the screen printing company.

Anyone want to place bets on how long it is before Elon uses this as an excuse to whisper in Trump’s ear that he needs to classify the Fediverse as a terrorist organization? It’d conveniently shut down competition with Xitter (and other billionaire-owned social media sites) if Mastodon (and Lemmy and PeerTube and Diaspora etc) was shut down for “RaDiCaLiZiNg fErTiLiTy ClInIc BoMbErS” or whatever BS.

Whew. My 586 is safe.

Congratulations, Google, you can spy on math now.

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NO

Both Daemon and Freedom by Daniel Suarez.

I mean, as long as they don’t butcher them like they did to, for instance, Ready Player One.

I’ll take FOSS over the proprietary software we can be sure will do malicious things to us any day.

Originally posted here, quoted below for convenience:

Real story.

I was in my late teens. My parents were dragging me to a tiny, kinda culty church every fuckin’ weekend. Didn’t really have much choice. (Hell, I hadn’t even told anyone yet that I thought Christianity was 100% bullshit.)

I had a reputation for knowing my stuff about computers. (Because normies – particularly boomer normies like Pastor Dipshit – don’t know the difference between programmers and PC support.)

So, one Sunday after the service, Pastor Dipshit asks me to look at his computer. His Outlook was giving an error dialog. Something about not being able to find an email on disk. Clicking the “ok” button just resulted immediately in another dialog, and while the error dialog was present you couldn’t interact with the main window, so this rendered Outlook unusable.

Turns out he’d gone and deleted a bunch of files from the filesystem. Like by navigating from “My Computer” down to the directory where Outlook stored its files. Rather than deleting emails through the Outlook GUI the way one is meant to.

So, I mused “hmm, I wonder if it’s just giving one error message per email that was affected.” I could see in the window behind the error dialog that the total count of emails in his inbox was only a couple hundred or something.

So I commenced to clicking as rapidly as I could. Probably about a minute of clicking later, no more error dialogs and Outlook was usable again.

And everyone marveled at my “genius.”

I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t learn his lesson and continued to delete random files from the filesystem, but he kindof lost what was left of his connection to consensus reality and scared even my culty family away and we quit attending that church not terribly long after that, so I couldn’t say for sure.

Original prose is a marvelous spectacle.

But AI? I dunno. I remain skeptical.

(The above is not written by an AI. I promise. ;) )

Reverse-engineer it and build an unlimited-use portal gun, of course!

I was always one of the youngest in my class. My birthday is very late in the year. I also graduated high school a year early and entered college while I was still technically 16. I got the occasional joke/comment about not being able to drink until I was a senior in college.

This is the top post in my feed right now. I haven’t scrolled at all yet.

…what’s further down?

Yeah, I was a bit worried about that. Currently it doesn’t have TLS enabled. I might have to have a valid certificate and everything, which would be annoying. If I don’t get a silver bullet other than this, I’ll probably see about going that route.

I wonder how it tastes with concentrated virus sample topping.

Are you thinking of AlternativeTo?

If you get this joke without looking it up, 10 internet points to you.

The funniest part is that the laptop has been in sleep or hibernate all that time, not off.

Wait, is this an interview?

I’d be… uh… a t-rex… because, uh… I’m not afraid to… uh… take initiative?

I farted.  He farted.