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IT GETS WORSE!
"This is hilarious. It appears that Twitter is DDOSing itself.
The Twitter home feed's been down for most of this morning. Even though nothing loads, the Twitter website never stops trying and trying.
In the first video, notice the error message that I'm being rate limited. Then notice the jiggling scrollbar on the right.
The second video shows why it's jiggling. Twitter is firing off about 10 requests a second to itself to try and fetch content that never arrives because Elon's latest genius innovation is to block people from being able to read Twitter without logging in.
This likely created some hellish conditions that the engineers never envisioned and so we get this comedy of errors resulting in the most epic of self-owns, the self-DDOS.
Unbelievable. It's amateur hour."
So he artificially limited the number of tweets you can see per day with a "free" account.
Once you hit your limit, it stops you from loading the page. But it also doesn't know WHY it isn't loading, so it keeps TRYING.
Twitter is literally hitting itself in the face ten times per second per user.
This is so completely amateurish it's unbelievable. It's like putting your car in neutral and slamming your foot on the gas until your engine redlines and then wondering why it's making a horrible noise and a terrible smell but not going anywhere.
I don’t think native english-speakers in non-european countries really grasp how everyday needing to speak a second or a third language is in Europe. Languages are a school subject as much as biology and math, nobody really just goes out of their way to independently decide “hmm, I must learn a second language” and just goes on to download duolingo and be self-taught in spanish (okay, some people do, but that’s not the usual and standard way that people learn). The town I live in is historically bilingual - used to be majority swedish-speakers but now it’s about 50-50 as far as I know, and a generation ago you couldn’t really get by without speaking both. The books at the local library are mixed into the shelves, finnish and swedish ones on the same shelves, and sometimes there’s no copy of some book in both languages because it’s assumed that everyone speaks both on a passable level, at least enough to understand a book they really want to read.
I’ve had natively swedish-speaking schoolmates in nursing school who have struggled to write essays in finnish because despite of being fluently bilingual in speech, their whole education until this point has been in swedish, and they’ve never really needed to write proper written finnish - which is a distinct different type of finnish than spoken finnish.
The only native finns under 30 that I know that personally say they don’t speak any other language than finnish usually mean that they understand swedish and english badly, and aren’t confident in speaking it. Usually someone only speaking finnish is a clue that they’ve got some language-related learning disability. “I don’t speak english” is a similar statement as “I can’t do math”. There’s a problem of young chronically online finns losing vocabulary in finnish because they use english so much online that they’re not as practised in their native language.
I didn’t go out of my way to become a polyglot who Speaks Six Languages, I picked french, russian and spanish in school because languages were easier for me than STEM subjects, and I’ve already forgotten most of what I learned. If I were to go out of my way to decide to start learning a non-germanic, non-latin language now, without school, I’d have no idea where to start nor would I ever become fluent in them. As a matter of fact, all I know how to say in any other ones than finnish, swedish or english are “I don’t speak [language] very well, I only understand it poorly.” It’s a school subject I learned and have forgotten most about.
Flashbacks to that time I directed Monstrous Regiment on stage:
- Jackrum and Polly attempting to do the Jackrum Reveal sequence in Igor's lisp
- all the old ladies thinking our Blouse, my younger brother, was lovely and that he looked like a young Michael Caine (he doesn't)
- Maladict attempting to seduce Polly the entire time
- that time the lights came up on the wrong section of stage and caught Vimes looking terrified
- our Polly, a little slow on the uptake, asking "hang on, does that mean Jackrum's gay?" during the first run, and our middle-aged cis-male Jackrum chiming in immediately with "oh no, he's definitely trans!"
- Prince Heinrich popping out his monocle for comedic effect
- the epic bromance of General Froc and General Kzupi
- our nearly-six-foot Wazzer successfully making herself look small... right up until the Duchess sequence
- Igor's scars appearing in different places every night
- Carborundum, fifteen and five-foot-two, passing herself off as a massive stony troll by dint of sheer willpower and a Liverpool accent
- Lord Rust's flamboyant purple-and-yellow ensemble
- Tonker, as ocker as they make them
- Otto never failing to bring down the house with "Mr Nice Coffee Drinker Guy"
- William de Worde, about a foot and a half shorter than Blouse, intimidating him off centre stage by sheer force of personality (and then physically hauling him back again)
- Major Clogston, played by a bearded man who suddenly realised that he shouldn't really have a beard and shaved most of it off, leaving only the world's fakest-looking moustache
- diehard fan Vimes sneaking cut book lines back into his dialogue, aided and abetted by Maladict
- the dreadful trouble I had trying to get our Lofty, the sweetest girl imaginable, to be terrifying. ("Come on, please! You're a double murderer!") Giving her a box of matches did the trick.
- several months later, selling in my front-of-house capacity a can of Pepsi to the girl who played Igorina. I made some kind of remark that our biggest seller is generally Coke, and she looked me dead in the eye and said, "Coke...tathteth of horthe pith."











