You might be right. I'm new here but so far I'm amused and surprised by the amount of 'classic' memes going around.

I think for many of us in the mid 30s early 40s it boils down to having experienced a version of the Internet where content was king, not personality. Anyone could get their website out there but it was what you put in it that mattered, not who put it there (unless you were an actual celebrity). You could bump into all sorts of new information just by clicking from link to link. Then we saw and experienced first hand the rise of the search algorithms, the echo chambers, click bait and the cult to fluff that social media became pretty much since the beginning.

The Internet we have now is certainly shinnier but only the way plastic is. When I look at the information being churned out and that gets passed around more often I can only think about it in terms of pollution. The equivalent of styrofoam pellets being manufactured for single immediate use that cover the information sphere and that just end up making people's life worse in the long term. Twitter, Meta and the like (none holds a candle to TikTok though) are no different from the factories that have been spilling poison down the drain for decades. The latter pollute our physical space, the first pollute our emotional an mental environments.

I honestly don't think I'm being a grumpy old fart (though I am). This is the reason I preferred reddit a while ago and why I now came here. It sort of feels like those days when 'browsing' was about stepping out of your own world experience and into completely different ones.

End of rant. Thanks if you made it here. :)

I've come to like Pandorum a lot over the years. I now make sure I watch it every once in a while.

That's why I always pirate all my thinking

That's a really cool bit if knowledge. I honestly thought this was AI generated at first glance.

Any chance to get a non-paywalled version?

Granted. You know the outcome before you get involved, meaning before you even establish contact. Everyone you cross paths with is potentially a relationship with an outcome you now know, as a result you have a natural emotional response to each one without any of them actually happening in reality. Any exposure to people becomes unbearable, merely going outside carries the risk of having the worst possible outcomes imaginable become part of your headspace, constantly. This dumps you into a permanent state of neurosis and paranoia, you start isolating yourself from anyone and then become incapable of functioning mentally and emotionally. Of course no one believes you and after your family gets involved, you are forcibly committed to a mental institution where there's an unending stream of worst possible outcomes for you to know.

Just like mum's

Granted. The limits of your human mind remain the same: too small, too fragile. Unable to comprehend the breadth of the cosmos itself, you're now like a rubber balloon trying to contain the ocean. You go immediately insane.

Give me a G!

Some dumb neuron in my brain still hits play on this song at the most random times. Thanks for the link!

Who put the goat in there?

This could actually become a nice game

This is a fuzzy memory but I think it was a web page with a live video feed of a coffee maker. I think you could even turn it on remotely. Maybe someone else can confirm if that was the case, my brain could be making up memories again. (It kinda was). Here is the story: How the world's first webcam made a coffee pot famous

Hope you're well stranger

Can't argue with that analysis, pretty solid.

Perhaps the fun is in sharing what caused it to you instead of getting it yourself. I'd be curious to know what causes it to other people, after all it's something that's very intimate and rarely comes up in conversation.

This article might help

Is he in trouble again?

Thanks to these radicals children are gonna grow dependent on handouts, thinking they deserve stuff just for being "good" instead of earning an honest living by working 3 shifts at two jobs like the rest of us.

Internet police here. Stay calm, hands where I can see them. Now, this is how this is gonna go: there isn't much I can do now as I wasn't personally here 7 hours ago when you called but I'll make sure to jot down some loose notes on this here notepad while I take your declaration. Then I'm gonna go ahead and misremember it all when I write a report no one will bother to read... Maybe put up some cameras around for next time, I don't know. Just remember, we're here to help.

I keep reading this person's name as 'Aerobike'. Just can't help it.