Unimpressed Cat says “why isn’t your medal gold, Yusuf?” -_-

Is that really an enforced rule somewhere, or just one of those loose intentions from the early days of domain names?

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The main difference here being if a community has crappy mods you can not only start your own better one, you can start it on another whole server where said crappy mods have no power. Bonus if the server’s general vibe happens to be a better fit for what you want to build.

In your catbox, in your head!

“I am altering the deal. Pray I don’t alter it any further.”

Trying to collect the complete set.

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That’s right. That person shared this and their username should have been left on it.

In the “look at this foolish person posting something showing how stupid they are” situations that’s the case and it makes sense. In “this person openly posted content you think is good enough to repost but are removing the indicator of their rightful ownership from” situations it’s not cool.

An open post to their socials like this is not a private conversation.

Something I was dearly hoping wouldn’t find its way over here from Reddit: screenshots of posts which erase the posters’ identity for no good reason.

Giving proper credit for content is cool, kids.

Link to the post.

I had a premium account on there for many years, often through being awarded “gold” on posts and the rest of the time through just paying for premium because it was worth it to me to remove the ads (without having to use my ad-blocker) and have the other usability tweaks. I cancelled the recurring payment at the start of this API debacle, because I don’t need to be supporting a company which does that.

I’m terribly curious how the money which would be brought in by a user maintaining a premium subscription measures up against the money they’d be making forcing the crappy malware official client on that user and showing them ads.

That’s when you familiarize yourself with the locations of the teachers’ lounges / bathrooms. When the need strikes you march in like you own the place and declare that they can either let you piss in the toilet or you’re going on their crappy industrial couch with its 1970s cigarette burns.

Fingers crossed, though I have worries.