Almost, but close enough. It had hardware to draw background solid blocks, two one-pixel dots and two sprites that had width but interestingly no height. The background was repeated or mirrored by hardware registers so if you wanted different patterns on left and right half of the screen, you need to switch the correct values at the right time at every line. Any positing of graphics would be in X position only so you’d have to do it by the line when the raster hit it. It had no interrupts except that you could forcibly wait for next frame to render and then you keep track of the clock cycles to render each line. And it has 128 bytes of RAM, less than the number of characters in this comment, while games were 1,2 or 4 KB on ROM cartridges, needless to say very efficiently coded directly in 6502 machine code. Oh, and the sound chip had no chromatic division of frequencies but weird intervals that aren’t even close to any scale we know. Yet programmers managed to create great games on the platform. It’s absolutely crazy.

Clavdivs?

Because finding your way out is a real cornundrum

*not all humans. Apparently. Like billionaires and the presidents they bought.

Then you are not on loudspeaker and speaking with an extra loud voice and it is not a problem.

There were the opportunists profiteering arseholes that hoarded necessities in hopes to sell them marked up to the skies. I hope their butts rot and their toilet paper is itchy and annoying.

You are free to do whatever you want that makes you happy in private bud. Anything. Almost.

Hands full, disabled, multiple people, yes. Holding the phone like an extended duck face, no.

If only there was a way to speak privately on a phone.

Today I was annoyed by a man in his 30-40s that was talking on his phone like he was a reality soap star with speaker on full blast in a doctor’s waiting room.

Then I remembered the most absurd moment on the tram some time ago when a two teen girls were talking to a third and the one holding the phone told her friend to go sit somewhere else because they wanted to talk in private. The second girl moves and the first one proceeds to have their private talk on speaker. In a tram full of people and her friend sitting a few seats away.

I hear a whisper in the wind about file size being a distinct though not foolproof hint of quality.

Uh, so it begins with blocking piracy. What’s next? Which public DNS can still be trusted to not be kept on a leash?

It all comes down to plausibility. A repeat offender that clearly doesn’t give a flying fuck or somebody that pays for trash collection services and has no reason to dump their garbage but they also have an asshole neighbour with a personal vendetta. Or it is building materials and that address just had work done Or they paid a contractor for work and cleaning up and the contractor dumped it on the forest. I’m sure the authorities won’t bother with it if it happens once but when it’s the second or third time with the same suspect, well then you actually have a case.

Carefully check for labels with name and address and then contact the authorities.

if cannibalism/societal colapse/megetables are going on, people are going to notice.

Fake news and xitter would like to have a word.

Here in Sweden we have “sticklingbytardagar”, “cutting trade days”, commonly arranged by enthusiasts in Facebook groups. Name a place and a time and people show up with their excess sprouts and cuttings to trade and give away.

Bring me a pair of crocks and the milk of a lemur.

I have a brain computer interface. It’s called fingers. I can use my brain powers to communicate and even move moderately sized things with them.

And the message “DON’T PANIC” in big friendly letters.

Linux still sometimes brings me back to the C64 and Amiga days and and nights of fiddling and figuring things out. Learning experiences and fun times.