EorayMel posted:

Also this goon extremely mad at World of Warcraft then made a thread asking why people get suspicious/angry about setting cats on fire for context

Vato posted:

What is this...

EorayMel posted:

A post embodying GBS at its roots:

Honky Dong Country posted:

It's this:


Which was pretty godamn obvious imo since you quoted it

Honky Dong Country posted:

I'm not gonna read this one and I'll tell you why. For starters it's godamn racist as hell because even sub-Saharan Africa has made artistic contributions to the world both before and after the colonial era. For that matter there's even military history that's interesting as gently caress before and after the colonial era. But above all else, that post isn't even funny imo. It's a dumb loving rant that's not based in fact in even the slightest sense.

Don't get me wrong, my grasp of the history and culture as it applies to that post might be loose, but I don't see anything amusing about that post at all and thus I'm not interested in reading it.

So basically somebody either explain to me why that post is funny if I'm missing it, or suggest a better thing.

(To be clear Telebite, I'm for real not making GBS threads on you, I just don't think your submission merits a reading unless somebody can convince me that it's amusing somehow)

Telebite posted:

Yeah it's a bit much. It was a forums meme for a while which is why I posted it. I don't even know the original source, this was all I could find... something about Dinosaur Jerk? :p

Boxturret posted:

"oh woe is me, my battery is nearly dead oh what will i do??"

a strange panting man bursts into the room. he trips, his heavy backpack hits him in the back of the head, killing him instantly. as he lies there his backpack starts to make a hissing noise before several loud pops are heard and the whole thing catches on fire.

the end

EorayMel posted:

quote:

Bitcoin is a self-organizing collective intelligence. As such, what it becomes is entirely a function of what it can do — that is, it is a function of the capacity of its collective intelligence to overcome the challenges that it encounters in its environment.

The limitations of Bitcoin’s approach to motivation and collective action are well understood and new technical layers like Ethereum’s smart contracts and Backfeed’s distributed governance system magnify the potential intelligence of this kind of SOCI at least as much as the neocortex magnified the intelligence of the mammalian brain.

I really wish the reality and importance of this new frontier were more broadly understood. My sense is that over just the next five years this new form of SOCI will go through its gestation, birthing and childhood development stages. The result will be a form of collective intelligence that is so much more capable than anything in the current environment, that it will sweep away even the most powerful contemporary collective intelligences (in particular both corporations and nation states) in establishing itself as the new dominant form of collective intelligence on the Earth.

And whoever gets there first will “win” in a fashion that is rarely seen in history.

Silpheed posted:

I read the "DO NOT POST HELLO I ARE NEW" messages in the Forum Rules (yeah I read it) so I am in fact not going to say hello to anybody :P

But, as a new SA member reaching out to some of the more veteran SA members, can you please name 3 things that I should be sure to check out or pay attention to or visit? Some forums have particular hot spots that people tend to enjoy.. this place is ginormous.

So really I'm curious as to what you all consider the best parts around on here (in the form of links etc)

I hope I am not smacked by a banhammer for this - I'm just trying to break the ice.

Looking forward to responses!

(USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)

barf carton posted:

I don't know a single answer on the entire god drat test. Not only am I going to fail, the entire thing is essays, so I'm going to get a loving ZERO. I was planning to cram, I really was, but I didn't, and now I'm going to fail. I start looking around nervously, hoping that at any second I'll wake up, but I know I won't. Right now, I am hosed, and the sweat is pouring down my face in waves and my palms are shaking and I have my pen in a death grip. And then I reach into my pocket and I have the answer, and I know what I have to do.

I raise my hand and the proctor comes over and asks what the problem is. Ripping my hand out of my pocket, there's a sickening TEAR that draws the eyes ubiquitously of everyone in the library. My shaking palm, emerging bloodily from the green lining, is drenched with my own blood, and I thrust my bloody eviscerated urethera at the proctor and proceed to stand. My vision begins to blur as I shoot my right hand down to my crotch and grip my penis which is searing with agony and staining the front of my pants with the same sickening claret that's quickly covering my palm. I feel my eyes beginning to roll back, and I pass out and hit my head on the concrete. Everyone around me is screaming, whipping out their cell phones, crowding around me with the most horriffic looks on their faces I've ever seen, and a smile curls across my lips right before it all goes black.


But at least I didn't fail English Lit.