That usage always bugs the shit out of me, to the point that I had to refer back to English classes to figure out why. It is an adjective, but it is not a predicate adjective like it’s used here. It is an attributive adjective and has to be used in conjunction with the noun that it’s modifying.
“She made good aesthetic choices.” -Yes
“These flowers are aesthetic.” -No
Right, but that’s usually called a “mix tape”, not “mixed” unless that’s some kind of regional thing. I’ve never heard anyone call that a “mixed tape” before this post.
The overwhelming majority of automatic transmissions made in the last 85 years have had torque converters, not automatically operated clutches (referring to the primary connection between motor and driveline, not torque converter lockup clutches or transmission clutch packs). Cars that use the automatic equivalent of a manual clutch pedal have really only been practically produced in the last 15 years in the form of dual wet clutch automatics.
You know, it’s actually a lot more complicated than I thought originally. It is a satire account, and it isn’t a “real” place, but apparently a lot of the photos originate from a truck stop in Tennessee. There’s a whole internet saga around finding the actual location. Most of the photos they post are digitally manipulated in some way, including alleged AI face superimposition, but they play the satire so straight that it’s impossible to know to what extent. You may be right that it’s not whole-cloth AI generated, but it also isn’t a photo of a kid with a tub full of orange soda.
Since nobody has mentioned it yet, this is from Celina 52, which is a fictional truck stop social media account that uses AI generated images like this one to satirize rural American culture. Peyton doesn’t exist.
He fixes the cable?
I’m fairly certain that episode aired at least a week before the dinner shown in this post. It’s like reality couldn’t stand to be outdone by South Park.
Ah yes, Skibidi Toilet: Origins
Alright, post the craziest thing you’ve ever done at zombo.com
When you spread out your hands, I will hide my eyes from you; even though you make many prayers, I will not listen; your hands are full of blood.
Isaiah 1:15
Hell yeah, Zeppelin rules!
The craziest thing about all of your examples is that they weren’t even revolutionary. We already had Vine, Skype, and YETI cups. How the hell did they get everyone to believe that TikTok, Zoom, and Stanley cups were game-changing new ideas?
Yeah, that is the joke. It’s kinda like The Pack type humor in that it’s mocking how out of touch the demographic that would usually make this kind of complaint is. Modern jazz musician culture is a whole lot of meta-absurdist humor.
Thanks for a lot of useful replies, everyone. Sorry I ghosted my own post for a couple days. I’m seeing surprisingly few people who actually use or used TrueNAS, so maybe that’s something to consider moving away from. I’ll have to weigh my options.
Nah, I’d rather push them into embracing actual, full on nazi symbology. Believe it or not, the majority of the American public do not see republicans as nazis. The sooner they look like it, the sooner the last plausible deniability falls, and the sooner the “cheaper eggs,” “voted for the economy” idiots have to face the realities of their decisions.
Yep, but the states with sales tax get tired of getting cheated out of their tax revenue. The specific example where I saw this was a major hardware store chain in Oregon (no sales tax) right near the border of Washington (6.5% sales tax). They asked everyone “Washington or Oregon” at the register and checked ID for anyone who said Oregon.
Quick search says that Washington considers it a “sales and use” tax, so anything purchased out of state, but intended for use in Washington is supposed to be taxed. Kinda messed up, really.
Yeah, I don’t get the “just install every update when it comes out” / “ just comply, bro” attitudes. My PC is now incapable of S3/S4 sleep without crashing thanks to a windows update a few days ago. Absolutely no way microslop gets the benefit of the doubt on anything.