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Lol this really sucks for Plex users, but I’m glad I left that steaming pile of shit software. I’ve been using Jellyfin for two years now and have never had to deal with sudden new shitty default-on features that appear from out of nowhere. Not once. With Plex, that happened like every other release. I don’t miss it.

I know, right? That is some frickin Lord Farquaad shit. What a dickhead!

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You might have figured it out by now, but “megabits per second” is abbreviated as “Mbps” with an uppercase m; yeah, it’s kinda pedantic, but using lowercase means it’s a millibit, which is much, much smaller. The same applies to “gigabits per second,” which should be expressed as “Gbps.”

At any rate, thank you for posting this, it really is good news. And about time they did this, too.

And that too.

Bandcamp’s U.S. employees, who launched a union that went public earlier this year, announced early in October that they had sent a letter to Songtradr outlining a list of demands around the sale of the company

JFC, brutal response.

They just laid off half their staff

Edit: after they got bought out. Hooray capitalism! https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/companies/half-of-bandcamps-staff-laid-off-after-songtradr-acquisition/ar-AA1ijuTX

https://i.imgur.com/vwQ1VFC.png

FFS lol, why don’t we skip the pedantry and just call it Gary already

I saw there was a conservative nazi community and decided to look at it.

You had a typo. I fixed it for you

Annapurna? I love their games! Stray is awesome, I gotta back and finish it.

Do Journey next! That game is a fuckin trip, man. I’d love to see if they can transfer that magic to the big screen.

They’re joking. It’s the “I use Arch btw” meme

both sides

Only one side is banning books, man.

You’re telling me “graf” is standard language for published articles?

And its unabbreviated form, “nut graf.” Like, it’s a legit thing. I mean…wow. Nut graf.

For availability, yes, but RAID is not a substitute for proper backup procedures. E.g. - offsite, cloud, or automated scheduled local backups, or even regular data integrity checks.

80 Accessibility score on the new homepage.

It’s worth pointing out that score of 80/100 is the result of an automated scan, which currently can catch no more than 40% of all potential accessibility issues. The remaining 60% (it’s likely higher than this btw) can only be detected manually using a screen reader and keyboard only (for keyboard accessibility, as some people are able to use only the keyboard). So backing up what you said, the accessibility problem with Reddit is much worse than is being reported.

Both Reddit and Techcrunch need to do better.

They do, and the way they continue to mistreat their disabled users, even after meeting with them to discuss these issues, indicates they don’t care.

Bone is great, but I think Adams’ work, particularly The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, will resonate with OP. You’re right, it’s an easy read (but not necessarily simple), and it never feels like a chore. @QuietStorm, if the opening paragraphs appeal to you, you might dig this book:

The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village. It stood on its own and looked out over a broad spread of West Country farmland. Not a remarkable house by any means—it was about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye.

The only person for whom the house was in any way special was Arthur Dent, and that was only because it happened to be the one he lived in. He had lived in it for about three years, ever since he had moved out of London because it made him nervous and irritable. He was about thirty as well, tall, dark-haired and never quite at ease with himself. The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried about. He worked in local radio which he always used to tell his friends was a lot more interesting than they probably thought. It was, too—most of his friends worked in advertising.

On Wednesday night it had rained very heavily, the lane was wet and muddy, but the Thursday morning sun was bright and clear as it shone on Arthur Dent’s house for what was to be the last time.

It hadn’t properly registered yet with Arthur that the council wanted to knock it down and build a bypass instead.