1989 |♀ | Norway
A bat with a fondness for the weird, fun and macabre. Loves comics. Can communicate with Norwegian, English and TV Tropes. this blog contains weird, fun and cute.
80 % fandom.
i’ll never understand why some people have a problem with trigger warnings. if the content being warned for doesn’t bother you then you can just use it as a recommendation. literally where is the problem. everyone wins.
content warning: this media contains excessive gore and violence that some viewers may find disturbing
me: how thoughtful of them to warn for that so that people can avoid or at least be prepared for things that might upset them
I slept in and just woke up, so here’s what I’ve been able to figure out while sipping coffee:
Twitter has officially rebranded to X just a day or two after the move was announced.
The official branding is that a tweet is now called “an X”, for which there are too many jokes to make.
The official account is still @twitter because someone else owns @X and they didn’t reclaim the username first.
The logo is 𝕏 which is the Unicode character Unicode U+1D54F so the logo cannot be copyrighted and it is highly likely that it cannot be protected as a trademark.
Outside the visual logo, the trademark for the use of the name “X” in social media is held by Meta/Facebook, while the trademark for “X” in finance/commerce is owned by Microsoft.
The rebranding has been stopped in Japan as the term “X Japan” is trademarked by the band X JAPAN.
Elon had workers taking down the “Twitter” name from the side of the building. He did not have any permits to do this. The building owner called the cops who stopped the crew midway through so the sign just says “er”.
He still plans to call his streaming and media hosting branch of the company as “Xvideo”. Nobody tell him.
This man wants you to give him control over all of your financial information.
not that i didn’t want to believe you op, but i had to check that er thing out for myself, bc that just seemed too cartoonishly stupid to be real
The Ankh-Morpork Times keeps getting invitations from the city’s upper-class to various balls and other events. There’s food, there’s music, there’s gossip to be published in the newspaper. But no matter how many balls they attend, William de Worde never wants to dance with his fiancés …