The Amazing Rolandder

A Chrome browser error page displays the familiar “Aw, Snap!” message, indicating that something went wrong while loading a webpage. A pixelated frowning file icon with Xs for eyes appears at the top left. Below, the error code reads “Out of Memory,” suggesting the browser ran out of system resources. The page includes a “Reload” button in blue on the bottom right

behold the "HTML bomb"

It's a counterattack for AI companies that persistently scrape and rescrape your web site, even when you tell them not to

when a scraper grabs it, it becomes a 10-gig HTML page and 💣 goes the scraper

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And not a lot of effort, when distributed across thousands of people, is needed to break it. If a call center handles 1000 calls in a day as its typical load, 500 calls is a 50% increase. That increase every day will break it in a month. An extra 2000? It won't last a week.

The amount of effort to make noise is proportional to the effort needed to ignore it.

5 million emails in an hour can be trashed without a human even noticing.

500 calls in an hour might break a 100 person callcenter.

Ethnically ambigious woman kneeling on the floor, her legs spread apart and her T-shirt dress riding up enough that her panties are very visible. Her hands are placed on her thighs to try and draw attention to that. In front of her, a board of the game Othello is set up with the pieces mid-game. She's giving the viewer a cocky, daring smile as if she has a very particular answer to her question. A sexual one. Because you can put... you get it, right? Put it? Like fucking? Yeah, you get it. Explained jokes are the best.

"Your move. Where do you want to put it?"

I remember how Othello is played. I also paid no attention to that memory when setting up the board.

Deeply infurating call with a paypal supervisor

Him: 18+ content doesn't align with paypal
Me: So you're ok with blocking perfectly legal content?
Him: Yes.
Me: Wow. You're ok with bending to pressure from groups outside the US and being a moral arbiter what can be bought and sold?
Him: Yep.

Remind them that bestiality is easy to define in the real world, where line-cook ratboys aren't dicking down werewolf dommy mommies.

Ask if MC really wants to be in the business of inspecting Satyr genitalia and judging it acceptable or not.

I'm pretty sure they don't, but who am I to kinkshame?

I fucked it up, sorry.

Ethnically ambigious woman kneeling on the floor, her legs spread apart and her T-shirt dress riding up enough that her panties are very visible. Her hands are placed on her thighs to try and draw attention to that. In front of her, a board of the game Othello is set up with the pieces mid-game. She's giving the viewer a cocky, daring smile as if she has a very particular answer to her question. A sexual one. Because you can put... you get it, right? Put it? Like fucking? Yeah, you get it. Explained jokes are the best.

"Your move. Where do you want to put it?"

I remember how Othello is played. I also paid no attention to that memory when setting up the board.

If you're looking for an alternative, I highly recommend Peritune. The site's in Japanese but their work is solid and, as far as I know, free of GenAI.

peritune.com

All the music on my bandcamp - see my profile - is also under CC Attribution and free to use! You can download tracks for free by clicking on individual tracks in an album. It’s perhaps a bit more weird and peculiar than MacLeod but perhaps it’s useful to someone.

Ethnically ambiguous woman standing turned to the left relative to the camera view, holding two swords while somewhat topless. One breast is entirely exposed, the other behind a her loose robe. Her nipple is covered by the sword in her left hand, which is extended out far from her body as a shield. Her right hand has the other sword in a position ready to strike. Her expression is one of concern. Behind her is a stone tiled platform and wall with semi-spirals painted on it.

Swords. Swords. Swords swords swordy swords.

Did these for the person who made the swords. You can find'em here if that's your thing. - www.renderhub.com/thedevian

Visa and Stripe, in particular, are now at the point where their support numbers will go 'is this about steam/itchio?...' when called. So, it's working. Keep going. And don't fall for the trap of 'well, it's kinks -I- don't like for now, so it's not so bad!'

The point of calling credit card companies isn't to make John Visa have moment of introspection and go "aw shucks I was wrong!" it's to grind business to a halt for such an extended period of time that all the higher ups who are real people with names and addresses decide that this isn't worth it

No more HBO Game of Thrones incest/rape for anyone.

I asked SHODAN and got called a pathetic creature of meat and bone, and now I have a degradation kink and a rogue AI who won't return my calls

Hey.

Start backing up everything you own and need to keep. Music. Games. Books. Anything you can't stand to lose. If you don't know how to get a copy, learn how.

They taste blood in the water, and they're in a frenzy, now. I'm seeing signs everywhere. They will rip down the things you treasure.

Itch.io is removing adult content without warning. Seems to be manually. Things people have purchased can no longer be downloaded, it's unclear how wide the net is being cast. It's also unclear on why as itch is not communicating.

So a big giant shitshow of zero communication.

The experience of being queer in indie games is you can build a little space, you can spend years building it, you can make an entire thriving community there, and it can be wiped away into nothing because one person somewhere shrugged one day and was like "eh… no more queers"

You should pull your cash from Itch as soon as you can.

One of these days I'll remember you're supposed to repost things endlessly. But not today.

Thanks! I have zero memory of how it happened! Probably miniature giant space elves!

Low angle shot of an ethnically ambiguous woman kneeling beside a pool, water pooling below her. Her body is shiny and wet, as is her hair. Her one-piece swimsuit has a large triangle cut from the center, revealing her stomach and underbreasts. One strap is down slightly, and the top portion has slid up, revealing the bottom of her areolas. Her hands are on her hips and her head is bent to her right at a hard angle. Her eyes are narrowed and her lips are parted, in a typical sort of "Model" blank expression that could be boredom, spite, seduction, humor, or trying to hide constipation. Expressions are weird is what I'm getting at here.

Ethnically ambiguous woman from behind. The background is a field of dark blue swirls. She is wearing a black tank-top and a short black skirt, her hips cocked to her and the viewer's left. Her right hand is raised to her shoulder, invisible to the viewer. Her left is at her side in a loose fist. The skirt almost reveals her butt. The back of her tanktop says "Parental Advisory: Boys Love Me" in the same style of the Parental Advisory stickers on music albums

Green orc woman with short hair standing in a sci-fi metal halway in front of a door-airlock. She is wearing a long sleeve crop top and boyshorts, both red with a purple tinge, both bare feet on the ground. The outfit is meant to be sleepwear. Her right arm is up, hand behind her head, her left dangles loose. The arm lift has raised the shirt enough to see the underside of her breasts. She is looking off to the viewer's right as though lost in thought.

Green or woman wearing a half-unzipped black leather/pleather/plastic jacket, shiny brown leather pants, and black leather gloves. There is no shirt under her jacket. She has a knife in her right hand, which is raised so as to drag the pointed tip across her chest in what she hopes is a sexy gesture. She is smiling and looking in to the camera in an attempt to excite the viewer. Behind her, a large space ship sits with the cargo bay doors open, showing large cargo containers within. The lighting is golden from an offscreen sunset, coming from behind the camera.

Negative, I am a meat popsicle.

Low angle shot of an ethnically ambiguous woman kneeling beside a pool, water pooling below her. Her body is shiny and wet, as is her hair. Her one-piece swimsuit has a large triangle cut from the center, revealing her stomach and underbreasts. One strap is down slightly, and the top portion has slid up, revealing the bottom of her areolas. Her hands are on her hips and her head is bent to her right at a hard angle. Her eyes are narrowed and her lips are parted, in a typical sort of "Model" blank expression that could be boredom, spite, seduction, humor, or trying to hide constipation. Expressions are weird is what I'm getting at here.

See, now I gotta figure out just what the fuck I did to get the lighting like this.

I admit it. I'd do it for money. I don't know where I'd get the cash, but I'd gleefully spend it on whatever I need to curse various political figures.

"Local diner sucks" says man who eats week old roadkill

1977: why would the bartender in star wars even care if some robots with artificial intelligence came into his bar

2025: ohhh ok

Anyway I'm going to go back to playing with boobs

Is it that people don't want to be seen as wrong, ever? Is it that people don't like being told they're wrong so they just erase it to deny it?

Or is it the more likely reason - the internet is hellish and no matter how many times you say "I was wrong" people still call you an idiot 4 years later?

So a day or so ago someone posted an incredibly bad take about artist income and how large followers = financial success and then deleted it after getting dunked on - as is their right to do - but, why is that common now? Why can't people be gracefully wrong? --->