Last year, Apple outraged independent technicians when they updated the
Iphone design to prevent third party repair, adding a “feature” that
allowed handsets to detect when their screens had been swapped (even
when they’d been swapped for an original, Apple-manufactured screen) and
refuse to function until they got an official Apple unlock code.
Now, this system has come to the MacBook Pros and Imac Pros, thanks to
the “T2 security chip” which will render systems nonfunctional after
replacing the keyboard, screen, case, or other components, until the a
proprietary Apple “configuration tool” is used to unlock the system.
Apple does not tell its customers that the computers it sells are
designed to punish them for opting to get their property repaired by
independent technicians; the details of the T2 came from a leaked
service manual.
Shit like this is why we are supposed to keep businesses on a leash of government regulation but half of ya think that’s too mean and unfair to the livelihoods of trazilluonaires
i had the best human interaction of all time last night. i was sitting at a bar eating an appetizer and this guy comes up to order a drink and stares at my food and comments how good it looks. when i am drunk i use the word bitch like it is a comma, i plug it into any space in a sentence possible. so naturally the first thing i say to this stranger is, “go ahead and take one, bitch.”
he looks SO shocked and taken aback and goes “what did you just say? how do you know my name?” so i sit there for a moment trying to figure out what the fuck he is talking about, and then go, “…. bitch?” and he looks so relieved and tells me his name is mitch.
i cannot stop thinking about this. oh my god. imagine going into a bar and someone you know for a fact youve never met approaches you and says “go ahead and take one, mitch.” im cracking the fuck up. he looked like he thought this was the fucking truman show
if you ever doubt your writing, be it your themes, or the reason behind it, remember that h.g wells wrote war of the worlds both as a commentary on colonialism and the horrors it brings, and because he fucking hated his neighbours and his 13 hour job, and wanted to write about the town in which he lived getting blasted to the fucking ground by lasers into an irreparable heap and all of the townspeople dying painfully
you, too, can channel your hatred for that guy that lives down the hall and blasts music at 4am into the one of the most influential science fiction stories ever written! fuck it! i believe in you!!
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