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Well, he does have the retort “Why are you wearing that stupid man-suit?”, which kind of fits the theme here.

YouTube have been doing that sort of thing for years though. Do you remember the push to have everyone switch to a Google+ account with a real name attached?

They’d ask if you wanted to do the aforementioned, and if you said no, they responded “OK we’ll ask again later.”

No “Never ask me this again.”, just the implicit “f–k you, we’re going to pester you with this over and over again until you sign up.”

After they got enough sign-ups they quit asking. And then Google+ went down the Swanee, so they relented and decided that maybe it was OK for people to have pseudonymous accounts after all. It only took years for that to happen.

Can’t see how short-form content is going to fail in the same way, so there’ll be nothing here to teach them the lesson again.

Meanwhile, Mbin’s over here like, “what am I? chopped liver?”

It’s basically Lemmy and Mastodon rolled into one.

“And lo the corporations built their own navy, or maybe bought the US Navy which amounted to the same thing…”

They still don’t like to talk about the fact that it’s Greenwich and not Paris that’s the prime meridian.

But sure, I didn’t explicitly connect the dots.

You can do something like this with ℝ[ω] where ω is a complex cube root of unity and the restriction that at least one of the real or ω-part of a+bω must be zero. Edit: Just realised that I didn’t specify that a and b should be non-negative reals, otherwise we end up with six lines from 0 not three.

Standard addition breaks immediately, but an addition-like operator can be defined by imagining a train shunting along the restricted lines in the direction of the greater magnitude.

Choo-choooo

Stealing from another commenter: Are you OK with referring to days of the week as Tuesday/Wednesday, or do you propose abandoning day names altogether? If you say your local day is Tuesday which doesn’t align with someone else’s Tuesday, you’ve still got the old time-zone problem just at a coarser grain.

As for “secondary time” yes. That’s called local time. Which is what the initial proposal was trying to be rid of.

Now riddle me this: What time do you have your computer’s motherboard set to?

I never said the time zone was GMT, only that the meridian is Greenwich. Subtle, yes, but if the meridian for UTC isn’t the one running through Greenwich, let me know.

I was using a Swatch-like duodecimal system of 12³ = 1728 beats per day. This is actually more accurate than minutes of which there are 1440 and actual Swatch beats which are 1000 per day.

Since I haven’t stated (or decided, for that matter) where the meridian is, we have no idea where this is, but it’s clearly morning. Or is it. It’s probably 10 minutes to some hour or another, or thereabouts, if midnight aligns with old time somewhere. Which it doesn’t have to.

“Mother why do our eyes bleed.”

“What time is it, Mother?” “It is 7XƐ, child. Eat your breakfast.”

Implementing such a change has another problem: Who gets to have the time-zone that’s noon at noon?

Are we going to let the British continue to get away with it? Even the excuse of “that’s the way it has to be to keep things simple” would cause the French to revolt. Again. They still don’t like to talk about the fact that it’s Greenwich and not Paris that’s the prime meridian.

Swatch’s “Internet time” was a decimal system designed to mitigate the problem because no-one would have any idea what the old time was supposed to be, but people are used to the base-60 system. It didn’t and won’t catch on.

And it doesn’t fix the “0 isn’t my midnight” problem, which is pretty close to the original.

It also doesn’t fix the “what time of day is it elsewhere in the world” problem, which still requires knowledge of time differences. You know. Time zones.

The House of Lords serves as a check and balance against a government running amok. Now, they’re not necessarily a good check or balance, but every government needs one. Very occasionally they have been - to be mildly disingenuous - useful idiots. (And occasionally, obstinate asses, but I digress.)

Ideally though, we could do with a House of … whatever’s below Common, because if the ones in the Commons are commoners, what does that make the rest of us?

And how would we stop corruption in this lower, lower house?

But nonetheless, it would be useful for a government to have to take heed of people who are closer to the real world. (And I don’t just mean MPs’ surgeries or correspondence because the repercussions for falling behind on that are slim at best.)

What exactly is sending and receiving over such a link?

That has to be be a large amount of expensive fast RAM in the computers at either end trying to keep up with that.

Consumer-grade hardware is an order of magnitude slower, even for the good stuff.

Meh. They’ll continue to lie until they get caught and then lie that they believed what they said to be the truth.

Even, nay, especially in cases when that admission would indicate that they were an absolute clown lacking the capability to distinguish their rear end from their elbow.

Lies upon lies until a lie is reached whose truth is hard if not impossible to prove and the whole stack of lies will rest on that in an uneasy balancing act.

It’s not like they haven’t been doing that for centuries already. They attend courses on how to do it, for heaven’s sake.

There’s often a rule about not wishing about wishing, either directly or indirectly. This rule’s not in the story of Aladdin (at least, not Disney’s version) because that would prevent what happens with Jafar at the end.

It’s also not a rule in Douglas Hofstadter’s book Gödel, Escher, Bach…, where Achilles and the Tortoise - characters Hofstadter frequently borrows as protagonists; his Tortoise is sapient and can talk - contrive to wish that a wish not be granted, or something like that.

And if that last paragraph (with its nested asides) gave you a headache, you’ll love the book.

I am the queen of France (drums start) (wavy arm dance begin)

Case in point: A reality TV show called Big Brother, named after the nebulous, terrifying, all-powerful overseer in George Orwell’s 1984, was created specifically to rob the name of its power.

No, this is an actual irony.

Humanity is unable to remember, for any length of time, a fact about whether goldfish can remember things for any length of time.

Ironic, isn’t it?

Forgive the tangent, but who in their right mind names a competition with a year-like four-digit number?

Or am I being whooshed and this whole article is an AI hallucination.