If I were you, I’d knee before the Great Owl. Who?, you may ask. Exactly! Who!
As a neurodivergent (possibly AuDHD), I wonder and worry if this wouldn’t end up increasing false positives when it comes to neurodivergent way of speaking.
Good to see it’s not just me. I kept receiving heat (pun intended) whenever I criticized these “Proof-of-work anti-bot solutions”, now I finally know I’m not alone.
Like an unskippable Youtube ad, we’re supposed to sit three minutes while these “solutions” dangerously burn our CPU regardless of whether it’s an old CPU, and without asking our consent beforehand (!!!). At least Youtube ads don’t (usually) burn the CPU the same way.
And, no, it’s nowhere close to being infuriating to the supposedly intended targets of Anubis. OpenAI and the alike are likely laughing of Xe Iaso while they all burn more coal and increase the hyperscale data centers, with Anubis being just a pesky, insignificant pebble inside businessmen shoes. Meanwhile, we, the human users caught in this crossfire, including me with my poor decade-old Acer ES1-572 laptop, we can’t afford a new machine should Anubis, Cloudflare and other similar “anti-bot solutions” end up “weighting” our CPU too much it finally makes its way to the underworld with no one being legally liable for the physical damages caused by such algorithms.
If only Anubis, supposedly “different” from Cloudflare’s corporate nature, had a “Proceed or Leave” button or checkbox to start the “weighting your heart” thing, I wouldn’t be complaining or actively boycotting websites using “PoW anti-bot solutions” (I made myself a Firemonkey userscript to speedrun a window.close() for pages whose title is one of the “Just a moment…” or “Making sure you’re not a bot!”, because neither Xe Iaso nor Matthew Prince nor the webmasters using their “PoW anti-bot solutions” would buy me a new laptop if mine eventually died from facing heavy cryptographic computing while my CPU was already struggling with a Blender rendering process in the background). But, no, it’s no different than the corporate they swear to be fighting against (“something something one who fights with monsters should be careful lest they thereby become a monster themselves”)…
!mildlyinfuriating@lemmy.world
If we consider how religion is often part of political views (with conservatives almost always being christian chuds), imagine being someone who’s fond of red candles, someone who as a cisman-presenting person enjoys letting their nails grow while painted with black and red polish, someone who sincerely worships the Mesopotamic Goddess of underworld and uses Her seal as a pendant necklace, someone who sees owls as literally sacred and literal manifestations of the Goddess, all this while having to exist in a mostly-christian country called Brasil (worse, having to biologically exist in a house rented by a bolsonarista, with nowhere else to go other than the public gravedigs of the cemetery, a place I’ve been seriously considering more and more as the days pass).
Imagine being possibly the only one holding this kind of belief in a range of 500km, with everyone around you parroting phrases such as “fica com deus” (a farewell phrase that literally translates to “stay with god”) and “deus abençoe” (“god bless you”).
Imagine attending therapists and mental health “professionals” who are visibly annoyed by your positive and ecstatic recounting of your spiritual experiences before the presence of Lilith during 3AM, to the extent of a psychiatrist diagnosing you as a “schizotypal” due to a perceived “atypical beliefs” and “magical thinking”; to the extent that even mental health care becomes part of the social bullying you face.
Imagine being unable to find employment because you don’t want to let go of the one you’ve become fond of as yourself (how’s compromising one’s own values in order to be “allowed” among society, any different from suicide, when both situations involve letting go of the one who you’ve been?), because the “job market” requires you to be assimilated into yet another physical manifestation of an Agent Smith (don’t even dare attending a job interview while having long painted fingernails because “your body looks like a male so your nails must be trimmed and you likely need to start repenting and going to church because you’re indemoniated”).
Yeah, this is me and this is my existence. And I’ve grown increasingly tired of existing in this shithole of a world.
!asklemmy@lemmy.world