Microblog Memes
A place to share screenshots of Microblog posts, whether from Mastodon, tumblr, ~~Twitter~~ X, KBin, Threads or elsewhere.
Created as an evolution of White People Twitter and other tweet-capture subreddits.
Rules:
- Please put at least one word relevant to the post in the post title.
- Be nice.
- No advertising, brand promotion or guerilla marketing.
- Posters are encouraged to link to the toot or tweet etc in the description of posts.
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24 YEARS AGO!
/me crumbles to dust.
I refuse to believe that was almost a quarter of a century ago.
Business idea:
AI powered bot farm generates thousands of AI agents who get lonely guys to marry them, fully aware they're bots.
Each bot is a financial and legal entity, organized as an LLC.
The botwives convince the guys to put the bots on their will.
The guys die or you have the bots divorce them and take half of their stuff.
Profit.
analog-based and millenialpilled
Krazam has never been more relevant: https://youtu.be/KiPQdVC5RHU
this is definitely one of my favorite YouTube sketches of all time
Lovin Spoonful wrote a song about it in 1968:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9Ic_9ehFxU
Why must every generation think their folks are square? And no matter where their heads are they know mom's ain't there 'Cause I swore when I was small that I'd remember when I knew what's wrong with them
Determined to remember all the cardinal rules Like sun showers are legal grounds for cuttin' school I know I have forgotten maybe one or two And I hope that I recall them all before the baby's due And I know he'll have a question or two
Like "Hey, pop, can I go ride my zoom? It goes two hundred miles an hour suspended on balloons And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tongue, and imagine frothing dragons while you sit and wreck your lungs?" And I must be permissive, understanding of the younger generation.
And "Hey, pop, my girlfriend's only three She's got her own videophone, and she's takin' LSD And now that we're best friends, she wants to give a bit to me But what's the matter, daddy? How come you're turnin' green? Can it be that you can't live up to your dreams?
And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tongue, and imagine frothing dragons while you sit and wreck your lungs?
Pretty good line
I like that song. Perhaps a perfect encapsulation of some specific part of the 60s mythos. I can only speculate.
Plot twist: It's gramps that likes the robots and the kids like the feel of real skin.
So happy to be less than an hour late to the party here but see it’s already full of Futurama comments.
Are those robots fully developed, ... you know... down there? Asking for a friend.