Still such a glaring, awkward, disgraceful cop-out, innit. 😔 Reddit be pointing us to an article about this, the 30th iteration of conferencing parties, so we can type 🙌 FTA:
Leading climate scientist Johan Rockström warns that removing 10bn tonnes of CO₂ annually is necessary to limit global heating to 1.7 °C, even with drastic emissions cuts.
It's a pleasantly compact quote, lending itself to some highlights, then.
Not only did 1.5 just become 1.7 °C, this Jəhaan tells, nay warns us that removing CO₂ is necessary. 🤦 He, or the quote, casually drops a big number, too — 10BN TONNES 🎉 to limit those centigrades. Annually 'course, 'cause we're in it for the long haul. How's that for a challenge. 🦾
He, or the quote, ends in “drastic emission cuts”, sneakily implying, or at least vaguely urging us to assume, that this cutting of emissions 1) has been, or should become a thing? and can be done 🥁 in a drrrastic manner, and 2) has shown itself to be just as obviously feasible as “removing CO₂”. 🥹 (It's actually far, far feasibler, but that's a depressing realisation to realise, if you hadn't already realised.)
Goes without saying really, because 💪 yes we can, and are known for taking that drastic measure when push comes to shove. Back then fixed that ozone.. hole, di'nt we. 🫥 What's an annual billion.. ah, 10! billion tonnes of CO₂ anyway. Wait, hm how many tonnes fit in an annual.. hm, how many buckets will we need? Oh, barrels? Let's ask ChatGPT to be sure, maybe. 🦄
🔥 21/11 vexing TODO: Rewrite the above entirely, because it got me
befuzzled, messes with me head, can be more concise in its absurd obviousness. 😶
With some things quite literally 🔥 on fire, this.. guy, a leading scientist
with warts and all, warns us that we need to do something which cannot be
done – i.e. removing dozens of billions of tonnes of CO₂ – if we are to avert
something that cannot be averted anymore – i.e. earth warming by 1.7 °C. 🤔🔥
Though it long stopped guaranteeing chuckles, there is..
.. So glad it only took 30 years of COP to reach this conclusion.
.. Vital? Yes. Possible? No.
.. The grift that keeps on grifting.
Tragically inadequate, again and again. 😔 TBC again and again, too, since, never guess, right now this dungeon of a soul needs cleaning. 😒
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For a 16/11 PS: The ever guardful Guardian points out how “fossil fuel lobbyists outnumber all Cop30 delegations except Brazil”. Brazenly raping rainforest to make way for these COP clowns could've gotten away with the BAU sad facepalming emoji, but this sort of headline leaves me emoji-less once more.
Like Jewish-besieged Gaza really. Utterly different set,
setting, and history, to be sure, but in common this just as utterly
hope-, sense-, and pointless, so tragically once-fix- never mind preventable
state of affairs.. Unconscionable deluded scummy ol' men like Bibi and Donald
and Putain and that Chinese snake — the rotting head of humanity as it were,
if we were a fish 🐠 and ideally could include dipshits like jerky
ketaSpaceKaren, f* zZZuckerberk, the Murdock, and unrecognized-for-what-he-is
nasty Gates, too — shaping this, our time, and legacy to.. a brief,
fiery future. Let's wait for the whimper then, сСукаFxckingБлядь.
's still a
BOE, innit. Quantity, quality, anomaly –
catastrophy. Tragedy. But, by the love of all that is c/p, right now this
dungeon of a soul needs cleaning. 😒
Ohh my, oh my Macintosh.. 😔
Taught my impressionable young self so many an information-technological thing,
and kept it from learning so many such a thing, too. For there was no, say,
MS BASIC or TURBO PASCAL here, so the young self found itself baffled in
incomprehension its parents were unable, and uninterested, to clear up. This
incomprehensible abyss showing itself as well when visiting friends or family
with games on MS-DOS, all so sadly
otherwordly Microsofty incompatible.
Anyway, such. a. cool. thing anyway. But then where did we it go wrong? And
wrong, and wrong again.

“Quo vadis”.. So.. 🤔 Ad quem? ..ivisti. Quo.. abiisti? 😶 Romance language verb tenses be gone – time waits for no one.
To my kiddy self, the Macintosh Classic II pictured above was magic, even with its monochrome screen. [oh such a footnote this could be, 'cause color kiddy self enchanted by a colour screen not long after] A pinnacle of something that was, and was to come, yet turned out never to come? Never came to be! And then, Steve Jobs? And then‽ 🌈 OS X. But then iPod, and iPhone – the Apple never the same ol' Macintosh again. Intel, ARM, System Settings, and wallpapers.
🤖 DAS ENSHITTIFIKAZIONSZEITALTER! by then long underway. And yet another
blogpost extremely TBC, too bad, for shame.
Not just coincidentally an
oh-so-topically relevant
Reddit link to process, but an entire folder of screenshots of Madness,
carefully casually collected over time, then zipped and
scp'd to the mothership,
since I'm pretty confident it contains several screenshots adequately
highlighting the Second Downfall of the Apple from several angles.
Will take a lot of f* time to sift through. 😞 For now it looks like this.. 🙌
total 113M -rw-r--r-- 1 frits frits 1.6K Sep 6 16:24 contents.lr -rw-r--r-- 1 frits frits 98K Aug 6 10:16 mac.II.jpg -rw-r--r-- 1 frits frits 112M Sep 6 15:37 MKSCRTFFS.zip -rw-r--r-- 1 frits frits 1.4M Sep 6 15:38 Screenshot 2025-09-06 at 15.38.02.png
..but right now this dungeon of a soul needs cleaning. 😒
..unfinished addendum that really could be more concise, and then an intro to
something of more substance. Das Wort, das nur nicht mal
gedacht. Reading Reddit in so many
ways remains such a rewarding internet experience, in spite of all their
kerfuffling that seems to come with the times.
In this particular case, I have been overwhelmingly warned
not to upgrade
my impulse-bought, macOS-ridden, yet in its Airiness quite dear M1 to
Tahoe. The twenty-second macOS
release, reminds us Wikipedia; and
how
it
shows.
Eternal change for the sake of change and for the worse, ever more pointless
upgrades, but this one rrreally seems to take macOS to its sorriest state ever.
Things can only may still get better again, one has long stopped assuming.
Sad, sad planet, and sad, sad Mac. Sad saa-a-aad.
🙌 XR tangent perhaps? The thoroughly enshittificated Mac after all being just one of many symptoms of these, our troubled times.. Earlier today of course wasn't quite the first time I briefly wistfully recalled my youth: only just, but sufficient conscious years lived before the advent of the internet. And oh my how emphatically unironically yesh, so much better things were “back then”. Simpler, yes; et alors. They were better with the internet, too! at first, mind you. Imagine writing, then typing letters, then the concept of an email. 🫠 But somewhere, not that far down the road.. Be hard-pressed to pin a year on it, it might well have been correlated/causated to/by the rise of Facebook. Or the smart phones? Same difference; no matter..
My neighbour on a social call pointed out the obvious I hadn't stringed together into words before — not only do we have the questionable privilege of living our world's literal endtime, we had the absurd privilege of surfing the crest of the wave first. 🫥 Witnessing, and living, most all of it at its peak, its finest — for some value, around these parts, that is, of course 😶🌫️ — oblivious of what lay ahead, to the fact it never could have been the norm. No upward trend to continue, its inevitable decay long underway..
Even though it didn't take a genius to see ever-growing growth for what it is. Vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas. Utter madness. 😔 The days. Let's not get carried away. Tired, so tired. 🫥