Twitter/X is changing its Terms of Service tonight at midnight. If you engage on the platform after that time, you will have affirmatively opted into the new ToS, which gives Elon Musk a significant amount of power to sue you in his chosen courtroom. https://t.co/Tgs0A8GxHW
Can’t help but think of Maarva’s speech these last few days….
“We were sleeping. I’ve been sleeping. And I’ve been turning away from the truth I wanted not to face. There is a wound that won’t heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow, and now it’s here. It’s here and it’s not visiting anymore. It wants to stay.
The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we asleep.
It’s easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it’s true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it’s too late. But I’ll tell you this, if I could do it again, I’d wake up early and be fighting those bastards from the start! Fight the Empire!”
Seems like every fucking day of Honest Don’s second term has been one god damned madhouse after another. WTF? Can’t we get a break? Asking for a nation.
Elon Musk: "AI and robots will replace all jobs. Working will be optional."
Bill Gates: "Humans won't be needed for most things."
I have a simple question.
Without jobs and income, how will people feed their families, get health care, or pay the rent?
Mel Brooks reminisces how Alfred Hitchcock reacted after seeing the premiere of 'High Anxiety' (1977):
"'High Anxiety' (1977) premiered on December 25, 1977. At that premiere screening, Hitch sat right next to me. I had my own high anxiety awaiting his re- action. He didn’t laugh. He just sat and he watched. He only broke up once. When the birds let go and plastered me with their droppings, then I could see his shoulders shaking. When the film was over, he got up and walked out. He didn’t say he liked the picture. He didn’t say he hated the picture. He didn’t say anything. He just left.
I was devastated. And really worried. Not long after, when I came into the office, there on my desk was a huge box covered with silver paper and red ribbon. I tore the paper open and underneath was an impressive wooden case with a label that read: CHATEAU HAUT BRION 1961. I opened it to see six big, beautiful magnums of Chateau Haut Brion 1961. A priceless gift of one of the finest wines ever made.
There was a note:
"My dear Mel,
What a splendid entertainment, one that should give you no anxieties of any kind.
I thank you most humbly for your dedication and I offer you further thanks on behalf of the Golden Gate Bridge.
With kindest regards and again my warmest congratulations.
--- Hitch"
Needless to say, all my worries disappeared. If there was one person in the world I really wanted to like the picture, it was Alfred Hitchcock, and god bless him, he did. And as a thrilling bonus, I could now refer to him as “Hitch.”
Hitch knew something not everyone knew—that I had become a devotee of fine wines and had a wine cellar featuring some really classic vintages. I don’t know a lot, but I do know a lot about wine. (I’m not bragging. It’s just a fact.)
('All About Me - My remarkable life in Show Business", Mel Brooks, 2021)