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Sony announces the end of physical disks.

In an absolutely baffling turn of events, Sony announced they will no longer be producing physical releases for their games starting in 2028, finally making ex-XBOX CEO Phil Spencer’s dream of a world where games couldn’t be shared a reality. Obligatory “Everyone disliked this” meme.

In a continued effort by executives to destroy all hope of owning the things you buy, all new releases for the Playstation platform will need to take place via the Playstation Store or via the frequently hated digital download code. This leaves your games vulnerable. Vulnerable to any licensing issues, to any studio fallout, or, worst of all, to the vacuous abyss of cyberspace that is where a game not downloaded onto your console goes when online support for the system ends.

This announcement is made all the more tragic coming only a few hours following Sony announcing the termination of their PS3 and PS Vita stores.

What does this mean for consumers? It means you won’t own the games you buy. Well, technically, you already don’t “own” the games you buy. You are still licensing them. The same has been true of the physical releases of movies for years. But at least with a DVD Warner Brothers can’t just waltz into your house and snatch up your copy of Sphere (1998) without your consent. Soon they could.

It also means you can’t sell your games. You can’t trade in your games to buy new games. You can’t lend your friends games. You especially can’t enjoy the sloppy seconds of your older brother who just finished Monopoly - Star Wars Heroes vs. Villains because, while he didn’t want it anymore, Gamestop’s trade-in value is still worth less than simply being able to hold something real in your hands.

birdsareblooming

sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me

birdsareblooming

holy shit is that kate bush

teathattast

thecrumbez

Happy Pride Month to those two women dancing together in the foreground of the boat scene in Godzilla (1954).

I’m sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.

erratic-dragon-fruit

out of the tags with you

thevulturesquadron

text: [ “Some of you have forgotten that only three years ago you were perfectly capable of writing an essay, writing a eulogy, telling a bedtime story to a child, and it should worry you that powerful companies have convinced us we can’t do things we’ve been doing for 5000 years.” ]

animentality

aurosoulart

when your art program’s closing message hits you straight in the heart and makes you stop and contemplate the state of it all

aurosoulart

because of the huge response to this post, I decided to make a version of the art that includes the text

I’ve also uploaded this design to INPRNT, and all sales proceeds will be donated to environmental and humanitarian charities!

aurosoulart

this is still going around with the old dead links - please help me share this version

rabbiteclair

auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"

penumbralwoods

every time someone realizes they dont have to pick between being a boy or a girl an angel gets its wings btw. and also extremely loud cheering can be heard in the distance from me specifically

penumbralwoods

btw if you've ever wondered why i make posts like this and get really obnoxious about nonbinary positivity. this is why

and for all of yall that are still figuring it out or aren't getting the support you deserve:

eptck

you have to be kinder to people with memory issues.

you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.

you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.

you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.

you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.

you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.

you have to be kind. you have to be kind.

pronouncingitwang

at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you

yokowan

at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.

le-jardin-inculte

at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly

shithowdy

at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.

finnglas

when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.

i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”

and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.

“What?” i say.

“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.

finnglas

I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.

finnglas

oh no is this what we’re doing now