Occasionally create content that people who otherwise hate each other both enjoy
Keen ability to recognize and curate my TL of accounts that step over the worthless asshole line, regardless of politics
My demands:
$125/hour + time & a half overtime*
Cadillac health care package & 401k
I work 100% remote from my trailer in Austin, I ain't flying into SFO every other goddamn week
*Yeah, I realize that's big money, but I'm the manager of this Walmart not a cashier
My business plan:
Day 1: open up targeted ad placement on individual account timelines. Account can set ad price and has approval power over any ad. Twitter gets 50% cut. People who create appealing content here deserve to make a few bucks.
My TOS:
1. No officials or functionaries of any government that bans/ filters twitter. GFY Ayatollahs & CCP, I'm not spending a dime on coders to implement country-specific content filters while hosting your stupid bullshit
2. No elected US politicians. Log off and get back to work you shitbags, use your stupid franking privilege to snail mail your deep thoughts to constituents so we can throw them into the trash like we used to
3. Any backchannel communique from a government official or agency requesting some kind of action be taken against a domestic US account will not be ignored. It will be laughed at, then I will personally post it for everybody to see.
4. The normal ban rules apply: no racist / antisemite / N-word enthusiasts, spammers, doxxers, account imposters, kiddie diddlers, etc., and will be enforced in a bipartisan way.
5. And no fomenting violence. I mean the "hey gang, let's meet here tomorrow night to burn down this thing" actual fomenting of violence, not the "this person who made fun of me is engaging in stochastic terrorism" crap
7. Otherwise I reserve the right to ban any account for any reason at any time. I have a wide bipartisan tolerance for speech, but step over my worthless asshole line and *poof* you're gone. I may not be able to define "worthless asshole" but I know one when I see one.
8. In order to placate remaining concerns about the very existence of accounts with which you disagree, I will note that there is a BLOCK BUTTON you whiney baby. In fact I will SUPERSIZE the block button so you can block everybody who follows the account, or the account follows.
9. Disinformation policy: I will place a large disclaimer on login page stating "Twitter often contains erroneous information. In fact, 98% of Twitter is complete bullshit, and only a total idiot would believe any of it." Then you must read and acknowledge to continue.
10. Feel free to track my private jet. Because I don't have one you dipshits, I travel by analog 1930s cars
That's it, that's my platform.
In the spirit of the times I will of course take the voice of the people into full consideration. Me for Twitter CEO?
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Welcome to the first of a few Christmas Week car ID sessions, and a hat tip to JoseF Rosario (@josephus77) for that terrific image.
Fred Carleson Ford was in Salt Lake City; JoseF says the year is 1935, though I could've deduced it from the Xmas season & the showroom 1936s.
Quick note: I'm on car ID hiatus Christmas Day, but on duty Friday and Saturday. If you by chance thumb through any old family photo albums before then and run across a delightful old Christmas or Hanukkah themed pic with a mystery car, I will of course give it special priority.
Rise and shine, it's time for another journey Forward Into The Past with #DavesCarIDService!
The red car meandering through this fantastic bit of Streamline Deco here is - surprise! - not a Ford at all, but an equally Streamline Deco 1939 Lincoln Zephyr.
*car in front of it is a '39 Ford, or possibly Mercury.
I've been on a bit of a car-chitecture jag lately, and that's one of my faves - the 1939 Ford pavilion at the 1939 NY World's Fair, the Deco-est place of all time. Featuring the Road of Tomorrow!
Detroit's Big 3 pulled out all the stops for their respective 1939 World's Fair exhibits, promising visions of the future that have to be shelved for 6-7 years after the later outbreak of world war. But only Ford let you take a spin around a life size toy car track.
If you recursively sum the digits of any integer until you reach a single digit, and the final digit is 3, 6, or 9, the integer is divisible by 3. If the final digit is 9, then the integer is divisible by 9.
Please use this knowledge only for good
Example: 372,551,283
3+7+2+5+5+1+2+8+3 = 36
3+6 = 9
372,551,283 is divisible by 9.
Furthermore, any integer whose digits do not recursively add to 3, 6, or 9 is not divisible by 3.
I'm worried that I'm giving too much of this secret away
Ixnay dude, the first rule Modulus 3 Club is nobody talks about Modulus 3 Club
The OG internet moguls were legit Mountain Dew-addled asocial coding savant t-shirt slobs, and that style quickly became a way to intimidate tie clad IBMers and VCs in meetings. "Man, these guys must be geniuses, they don't even GAF"
Then it became sort of a cosplay thing for vaporware charlatans targeting FOMO investors.
"psst, Bob, should we really give $20 million to this guy? He's picking his nose and wiping it on his cargo shorts rn"
"But remember that last nosepicker we passed on? He made $10 billion"
*fun fact: 8 years ago nosepicking guy was a Ralph Lauren-wearing chairman of the Delta Chi party committee, majoring in Entrepreneurship. And then he took the Silicon Valley Dress Down for Success seminar
"That's it. This place has turned to shit ever since the new landlord. I'm checking into the Mastodon clinic and turning my life around. GFY, losers."
STOMP STOMP STOMP
<3 minutes later>
"Yo, I'm back, gimme an 8 ball of those retweets."
Before people start haw-haw Nelson Muntzing at the left wing 2-days on Mastodon recidivists, this is exactly the same thing that happened to every right wing dork who loudly stomped off to Parler and Gab and Truth and whatever