This is how it shows up in my brain when I try to read it: blah blah blah catgirls blah blah zoo/necro/pedo/sads blah blah blah fediverse. blah blah blah catgirls blah blah zoo/necro/pedo/sads blah blah blah fediverse. blah blah blah catgirls blah blah zoo/necro/pedo/sads blah blah blah fediverse. blah blah blah catgirls blah blah zoo/necro/pedo/sads blah blah blah fediverse. blah blah blah catgirls blah blah zoo/necro/pedo/sads blah blah blah fediverse. blah blah blah catgirls blah blah zoo/necro/pedo/sads blah blah blah fediverse. blah blah blah catgirls blah blah zoo/necro/pedo/sads blah blah blah fediverse. We can't all write beautiful, gentle, intelligent, well-read pieces like Edmund. And I'm certainly glad we have people -- boots on the unstable ground -- reporting back to BC on what's going on in "the fediverse," as it spares me the trouble of GOING AND LOOKING. Because I can't see any developments there, except the flourishing of pure internet weirdness in the highest degree, unmoored to any knowledge of the past, unaware that there's any other way to exist, except as tiny pre-human particles in a boiling soup of internet weirdness. --Sb |