I'm trying a little experiment over at jank.town — a Pleroma instance run off my home server, a distressed pig running at 550 MHz. It will be slow. It will be unreliable. But god damn it, it will be fun.
Because the Internet isn't for content. It's for people.
Come say hello and sign up. Or if I already follow you, don't be too surprised if you get some friend requests from my new instance. I'll keep mulligrubs.me going in the meantime until I see how this pans out.
remember when the internet was fun and full of possibilities? yknow how now it's a miserable hell? reminder that what happened is that capitalism colonized it and now it's just as shitty as everything else capitalism's got its hooks in
like. seo, algorithms, targeted advertising: these are all DESIGNED to keep you from finding some weirdo's X-Files fan page or geocities star trek web ring. I would 1000x rather find those than tweets from the u.s. president, yet here we are #thankscapitalism
I remember asking my dad who Billy Bunter was. His reply was "Pommy crap."
St John's Evil Twin (stjohn@mulligrubs.me)'s status on Tuesday, 05-Jun-2018 23:45:03 EDT
St John's Evil TwinI seem to be on a binge of reconstructions of missing #DoctorWho stories. Tonight's missing story is the controversial "Celestial Toymaker". Philip Sandifer cuts this down to size as racist claptrap but is quite happy to see the positive side of something like "The Talons of Weng Chiang". Yes, it's racist claptrap, but if you can see the brighter side of "Talons" then you can see the brighter side of "Toymaker". It's so much fun, or at least it sounds like it is. Rob Shearman points out that because it's missing we can imagine it looked a lot better than it probably did, but then I've always thought the surviving episode four stood up pretty well, so there's no reason to expect the worst of the others. The sets and costumes look gorgeous from the surviving stills.
PS, I'm up to episode three, which includes a grammatical construction more fantastical than any of the surrealism so far. I can only describe it as a present perfect negated double optative: "You didn't ought to have said that."
Maybe that's how my friend came to send it to me. A lot of weird/underappreciated old songs seem to be getting a second life as music in TV and movies.