In the early aughts I was a a self-described paranoid cypherpunk. I was obsessed with privacy: running Tor, trying to convince all my friends to sign each other's GPG keys so we could build a web of trust, and booting Trinux from a floppy so I could tunnel my Very Important HTTP traffic over SSH where The Authorities (TM) couldn't read it. None of that prepared me for the experience of being a moderator on Fedi, and the myriad privacy headcanons people construct.

"Despite the fact that Threads users can’t follow or see mentions from people on other instances, Threads has already opted to block a slew of instances where gay & leather people congregate.... If Threads were a taxi service, it wouldn’t take you South of Market."

Threads Won't Take You South of Market

Taking the subway today with a few friends, a man took offense to my friend standing in the aisle in front of where he was seated, and insisted he move. Friend did not move. Man stood up and kept arguing, and a third guy chimes in and starts tapping him to move. I'm thinking this whole thing is headed towards a fight when this young woman a few feet away speaks up and is like... "Sit your ass down. He is perfectly welcome to stand there; you do not own the train. You are going to get the...

the future is great

Centaurs, from the Latin "cen", meaning "hundred", and "taur", meaning "bull", have one hundred legs by definition. Bulls, horse-men, and other horsey creatures are generally referred to as n-taurs, and can have any number of legs. Most cattle are 4-taurs; Chiron is a 6-taur. Those with more legs than usual (e.g. 64-taurs, or the Bojack Horseman Centipede) are known as myriapods.