You don't need NFTs or block chain for any of that.

• unique items with serial numbers
• record of ownership for items
• transaction history of who bought/ sold the item
• currency to pay for items
• account balances
• all that tied to some external reference to a blob of data that represents the thing being traded

Sure, you don’t need blockchain and NFTs to do all that but once you invented that system you’d have effectively reinvented blockchain and NFTSs.

The meta-problem here is two fold:

1. For reasons I don’t comprehend, a lot of folks have been fooled by central banking propaganda that “crypto bad; me no like crypto bros”. Alan Greenspan, or whoever is modern equivalent is, ain’t yer buddy. And neither is the PR firm his friend hired to program y’all’s brains via Reddit posts from hundreds of deep socket puppet accounts.
2. Involved video gamers (as opposed to people who merely play video games) from my experience, more than a typical person, tend to angrily seek scapegoats for I’m-not-sure-what. Therefore, a successful profitable and enduring enterprise like Ubisoft is one of their favorite targets of ire. So like any angry mob, whatever Ubisoft is doing then they hate it.

Is the character in the right saying the white-lettered words?

Oh, man. Vendors of OCR software can make big money now by rebranding as “AI-powered”.

I’m sorry for violating your criteria, but…

6th grade, gym class, we are all doing this new thing called “aerobics” and that hot new song on the radio is playing. The song with the chorus “My angel is a centerfold”.

Then again, that’s the year we had sex-ed, so we kids knew that adults sexually lusted after each other, so … 🤷

So interesting that you mentioned this film because when it was new to the rental market I watched it, and it was around this time that Mel had weird bigoted events in the news. I was indifferent and mostly ignorant of exactly what he did, and even so, I was skeptical and doubtful as well.

However, we liked Apocalypto so much that we started rewatching it with the director’s commentary. Mel was such a fucking ass that he ruined our enjoyment of the movie. He was incredibly disrespectful of the actors in the commentary. He was not so much disparaging of them, but he effectively communicated how unimportant they were to him and how they were nothing more than disposable objects to him.

Then I recalled those vague bad things I had heard about him in the press, and I thought, “Hmmm. Maybe this guy is a vile piece of shit.”

On the other hand, disturbed fuckheads can make great art. There might be good reason that in the old days, artists were kept on a leash by wealthy families.

I stopped reading this comic back in the mid 00s because they didn’t read the Wikipedia editing guidelines, and they got scolded when they edited things incorrectly, so they tried turning their audience into getting revenge on Wikipedia somehow.

Not sure about now, but in the 80s, from 7th to 12th grade for me, I attended a federally funded USA school, and our average student tested in the top quartile of state funded schools nationwide.

https://www.dodea.edu/

Somewhere in Malibu, sunset:

Man: Honey, the Halloween decorations on the front lawn are missing!

Woman: Did you check out back? It was really windy this afternoon.

Looks like this cartoonist liked visual jokes.

https://saulsteinbergfoundation.org/essay/the-new-yorker/

Yep. Like having an NFL running back in front of a high school player running the ball. And with adaptive cruise control, easier than ever these days