> “I wouldn’t be surprised if he is withholding his voice from Twitter out of some principle,”
Well, yeah. And IMO that that principle is, Jack is an incarnation of Geppetto, and sees the situation as if he effectively created who Musk now is, by dint of having created Twitter. It's Jack, so this can't not be a very deep and complex situation.
Such a gripping set of morality-tale-encircling circumstances keeps Jack stuck in a deeply intense power-trip/silent-power-drip persona-expansion loop, in which even the manifestation of Meta-Influencer Twitter Musk in all its "I'm on it" is too deep to really comment on conclusively, as if to fix. As if!
(We'd never just come out and order someone around, would we? Nah, we'd wait for our literal f*cking shadow to come along, buy out our business, and then wreck everything by extending every personal whim to a corporate dictate!)
Meanwhile, Musk is attempting to adjust to life as a nascent Real Boy, mostly by breaking shit and giving people a hard time in the Land of Toys.
What this story needs is a fairy who can come along and absolutely entrance Musk into a healthy divide between work and play, but please, if somehow this CANNOT be a real person and definitely not an unsuspecting recording artist, thanks in advance universe!
It's only _ever_ so slightly frustrating to watch so many people needlessly hurt, harmed, and otherwise negatively affected the various turns of events related to this whole thing being impossibly personal, to the degree that it makes so many times more amounts of sense to say "Musk" than even name the corporation in question...a corporation which was actually built by thousands...
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[ 2.3 ms ] story [ 20.3 ms ] threadWell, yeah. And IMO that that principle is, Jack is an incarnation of Geppetto, and sees the situation as if he effectively created who Musk now is, by dint of having created Twitter. It's Jack, so this can't not be a very deep and complex situation.
Such a gripping set of morality-tale-encircling circumstances keeps Jack stuck in a deeply intense power-trip/silent-power-drip persona-expansion loop, in which even the manifestation of Meta-Influencer Twitter Musk in all its "I'm on it" is too deep to really comment on conclusively, as if to fix. As if!
(We'd never just come out and order someone around, would we? Nah, we'd wait for our literal f*cking shadow to come along, buy out our business, and then wreck everything by extending every personal whim to a corporate dictate!)
Meanwhile, Musk is attempting to adjust to life as a nascent Real Boy, mostly by breaking shit and giving people a hard time in the Land of Toys.
What this story needs is a fairy who can come along and absolutely entrance Musk into a healthy divide between work and play, but please, if somehow this CANNOT be a real person and definitely not an unsuspecting recording artist, thanks in advance universe!
It's only _ever_ so slightly frustrating to watch so many people needlessly hurt, harmed, and otherwise negatively affected the various turns of events related to this whole thing being impossibly personal, to the degree that it makes so many times more amounts of sense to say "Musk" than even name the corporation in question...a corporation which was actually built by thousands...
Jacks beard has to go. It's peak hipster. It's artisanal. It's tech's version of Karl Lagerfelds stupid collars.
Maybe they're BOTH virtue signalling, but to who or what?