Bhagpuss digs into Sony’s patented AI “Ghost” gameplay helper—trained on Twitch/YouTube to offer in-game guidance—and wonders if it’s a genuinely less annoying alternative to tabbing out for spoilers.
Wilhelm hits 290M skill points in EVE Online (over 409M across characters), crediting events, accelerators, and implants—because The Imperium’s new carrier doctrine has him finally training with a
Naithin does his 2025 gaming recap with charts and top-10 lists, plus a slightly conflicted milestone: 12 straight months of Wuthering Waves, and a cooling-off from Honkai Star Rail over ‘must pull’
Roger shares good news: Sidcup’s cinema is back as Castle Sidcup, with a cosy refurb, competitive prices, and plans for everything from new releases to cult classics plus accessible community-friendly
Nimgimli finally wraps the chaotic two-apartment move, says bittersweet goodbyes (and a lot of cardboard), and looks ahead to unpacking hell and a rough 2025.
Emily reflects on drifting into a “neutral zone” politically—still pro inclusion and democracy, but increasingly wary of censorship and privacy-invasive policies like the UK’s Online Safety Act age
Dave Winer watches coverage of Renee Nicole Good’s killing and asks whether the ICE violence was planned—or a stress test of the rule-based order, depending on whether the shooter is identified andpro
Jamie Zawinski discovers the *Brazil* “eyeball” sequence was actually filmed and immediately considers updating the Peepers xscreensaver—plus a fun aside about Terry Gilliam and *1984*.
Bruce Schneier notes Palo Alto’s crosswalk signals got hacked, and the post-mortem is painfully mundane: the city never changed the devices’ default passwords.
Tofutush explains how her site’s character relationships graph works, leaning on D3.js force-directed examples and practical tweaks (like ditching invalidation and wrangling data) to make it usable.
Stargrace kicks off an American Truck Simulator roleplay series with a Reno-to-Elko haul of waste paper, noting snowy pines, desert quiet, and a $488 diesel fill-up that feels like a mortgage—luckily
Warner Crocker drops a spare, punchy meditation on how words have turned mean and meaningless—weaponized, ineffective, and failing us—while still insisting they ought to matter.