Imagining the future where the re-formed (reConstitutionalized?) United States is asking the National Museum of the SinoEuropean Axis to please return Lincoln's massive marble head to its rightful place in the Memorial (i.e. his neck stump), but the SEA museum directors insist that Lincoln's massive marble head was not looted, and besides it is the world's cultural heritage, and there are legitimate concerns that the Americans won't protect it.
Kind of an obscure one--there was a point in the 80s where lots of people were buying ovoid spotters and hooking them up to antennae in order to find either intelligent life or to reveal ghosts or energy sources. So you had to buy the whole stack, the ovoid spotter, the phantom inverter, and the signal exporter, and it could easily run thousands. Fun though!
I’m sure FTX will be the last of its kind. Glad everyone had a chance to learn this painful lesson. Grateful that we are beyond the era of young dudes with Stanford pedigrees and VC backing telling us how to organize society around their interests. Now to take a big drink of Liquid Death canned water.
When Mastodon federates, does it do so by polling all the different accounts I follow to ask for their latest posts, then save those results to its local Postgres? Does it also fetch images, etc?
Does it cache that ahead of time or when I show up?
Tell me what I should read—I'm finding the basics of ActivityPub okay to grasp, because I am familiar with their ancestors, but implementation details are confusing. Like what are the basic responsibilities of a "server" in a fediverse app? I know there's a post out there for me to read somewhere...
I want to syndicate a very simple blog to the Fediverse, so I'm reading the docs and came across this line: "Your web server should then send Bridgy Fed a webmention, which it will translate to a Salmon slap or ActivityPub activity and forward to the destination."
50 million years from now evolved cyborg cats with nine-dimensional crystal brains are looking in wonder at my enormous block-shaped head encased in lucite, wondering about the mysterious vastness of time and the accidents that brought me there, never knowing that I tripped and fell off a catwalk into a vat of plastic while visiting a corporate gift factory, which promptly lost all its money in cryptocurrency and shut down, leaving me untouched for eons.