I recently read an interesting article about a team of anthropologists researching this matter. Before, everybody thought that reddit was this completely fictitious mythical thing. Their work showed that there very likely was an actual interweb platform called reddit. Some even believe that it might still exist, hidden in a corner, a mere shadow of its anecdotal glory. It’s interesting how this - superficially - myth shaped our language. I’m a tad vary of that article though, because it feels like it could have been the hallucinations of a language model. Or, it could have been my hallucinations. How am I supposed to know? What even is reality? For all I know, what ‘we’ call reality could be nothing but the fabrications of my mind with you being a subconscious projection of a conflicting fragment of my self. Or as the cool kids call it, an NPC. I won’t claim that I understand the lingual leap from that concept to the Nuclear Pore Complex, but, anyways … where was I … ah, yes: devilled eggs are an abomination. Why on Earth would my subconsciousness, or any demented part of it, invent devilled eggs and then fabricate people who, at least pretend to, like them, when they factually taste bad, and I am allergic to mustard? I think it’s safe to conclude, that my subconsciousness is an asshole. Q.E.D.
There was (is?) a subreddit called r/keming about bad kerning.
What’s a subreddit? Is that like a community?
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I recently read an interesting article about a team of anthropologists researching this matter. Before, everybody thought that reddit was this completely fictitious mythical thing. Their work showed that there very likely was an actual interweb platform called reddit. Some even believe that it might still exist, hidden in a corner, a mere shadow of its anecdotal glory. It’s interesting how this - superficially - myth shaped our language. I’m a tad vary of that article though, because it feels like it could have been the hallucinations of a language model. Or, it could have been my hallucinations. How am I supposed to know? What even is reality? For all I know, what ‘we’ call reality could be nothing but the fabrications of my mind with you being a subconscious projection of a conflicting fragment of my self. Or as the cool kids call it, an NPC. I won’t claim that I understand the lingual leap from that concept to the Nuclear Pore Complex, but, anyways … where was I … ah, yes: devilled eggs are an abomination. Why on Earth would my subconsciousness, or any demented part of it, invent devilled eggs and then fabricate people who, at least pretend to, like them, when they factually taste bad, and I am allergic to mustard? I think it’s safe to conclude, that my subconsciousness is an asshole. Q.E.D.