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Toshio Ozaki ([personal profile] sotobas_lot) wrote2025-08-29 10:31 pm

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 It's hot. 

That thought was so prevalent across the town, the prefecture, even the region that it was practically a legible chorus somehow wafting from the collective consciousness of mankind into the songs of the cicadas. Something about a cicada's screams just made it feel hotter still. It wasn't just that they were a bug known as The King of Summer. There was also the way it sounded like some kind of incessant hum of machinery or, for those ritzy enough to afford a lawn, a lawn mower. Very summery things, usually associated with having to deal with summer and its summeriness. Yet while one Ozaki Toshio had been one of those yard owning yuppies for most of his life, if through little choice of his own, the cicadas did not call forth a memory of lawns or even summer itself. While at least one part of his mind was amplifying the local collective consciousness's chorus of it's hot, it was at most a countermelody to the line that wouldn't leave his mind: the village is surrounded by death

He preferred it's hot

For the record he wasn't the kind of person who got a phrase in his mind. Hell, he rarely got songs stuck in his head. It might've had something to do with how much he was trying not to think about it. And there were a lot of its to not think about. 

It was July 25th. Don't think about it. 

Cicadas were associated with death. Not the topic he wanted but got him away from July 25th and what it meant coming up too close to consciousness, so as he stepped out of the hotel looking far more the part of a bum than the doctor he was acting as until about four hours ago, he'd try to think of what literature or art or whatever, specifically, tied cicadas to death so that he didn't go thinking about a particular collection of corpses whose memories all came with a similar soundtrack to the one playing now in this town of Bumfuck Somewhere. Which was not a complete Bumfuck Nowhere like Sotoba, but still not a proper and real town. But just like this paragraph outlining the avoidance thereof, there went his mind right too it. He took it, because it was, at least, not July 25th. 

Speaking of Bumfuck Nowhere, back there, he might have (to his mother's unceasing pearl clutching) often looked the part of a bum but he at least had a white coat as a status symbol. This was not Sotoba. In Bumfuck Somewhere, he wasn't enough of a someone that he could just go around wearing his doctor's coat outside the workplace; out here, it'd be showing off instead of just being lazy, whereas in Bumfuck Nowhere, he was a walking status symbol, so shedding it hardly served any purpose besides having to move his cigarettes from his coat pocket to his pants pocket if he wanted to have any on hand when leaving the clinic. All of this is to say he had the habit of just leaving his cigarettes in said jacket for most of his life, and now, without said coat, he was without cigarettes. 

It was hot enough that maybe even he could pass on getting a lung full of hot tar, could just get his fix breathing near the road that looked like it was melting if you stared long enough at it. But a cigarette run was the best excuse he had come up with for leaving the hotel on only four hours of sleep, and if he wasn't sleeping, he'd better be out all not sleeping with a purpose. Otherwise it was like he couldn't sleep. And then he'd have to think about why he couldn't sleep. He'd rather have hot tar in his lungs in the middle of a summer heat wave, thanks. 

As for why he passed by several stores which would've had them--newspaper stands, convenience stores, stationary shops, grocery stores--that was because of those thoughts he was actively choosing not to have. It was surprisingly distracting not to have thoughts. Very Zen, like something a monk would

Quick, grab a surrounding distraction. What building was he in front of just then?




Both shoulders sank slowly down as his gaze took in the store there before him as if it were an imposing mountain mansion. 


A book store. Of course it was a mother fucking book store. Oh, no, not just a mother fucking bookstore, but to add to the mental profanity, it was a mother fucking book store with that god damned hand written sign: 'Small town horror!' and a book with those two kanji. Corpse. Demon. How many people knew upon first glance the reading was Shiki? 

The laugh that escaped his throat burned more than a whole case of cheap cigars in a hotbox would've managed. Once you put a thought into words, they were there, a formal thought. You couldn't go telling yourself you weren't thinking it. That was like that game of 'don't read this sign.' 

"I'm beat," he announced to nobody, in a tone too raw to have dare let loose if anyone was actually around to hear it. 

Fine. The thoughts were happening. Being overtaken by something so intangible and insurmountable in the dead of summer was so last year, really, but as a boy from Bumfuck Nowhere maybe that was just in his nature. He headed inside. The rush of AC was not a welcome relief in the slightest, by the way. Because as he came in, he remembered those words that left his mouth had also been his words back then. Back then, he was asked who had beat him. He'd been at a loss for an answer. Then, did he have an answer to who beat him today?


While he couldn't not read the title of that book, it is worth noting the single success since waking up that afternoon: he successfully really and truly didn't read the only other writing on the cover: the name of the author. 


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Denise ([staff profile] denise) wrote in [site community profile] dw_news2025-08-26 12:24 am

Mississippi legal challenge: beginning 1 September, we will need to geoblock Mississippi IPs

I'll start with the tl;dr summary to make sure everyone sees it and then explain further: As of September 1, we will temporarily be forced to block access to Dreamwidth from all IP addresses that geolocate to Mississippi for legal reasons. This block will need to continue until we either win the legal case entirely, or the district court issues another injunction preventing Mississippi from enforcing their social media age verification and parental consent law against us.

Mississippi residents, we are so, so sorry. We really don't want to do this, but the legal fight we and Netchoice have been fighting for you had a temporary setback last week. We genuinely and honestly believe that we're going to win it in the end, but the Fifth Circuit appellate court said that the district judge was wrong to issue the preliminary injunction back in June that would have maintained the status quo and prevented the state from enforcing the law requiring any social media website (which is very broadly defined, and which we definitely qualify as) to deanonymize and age-verify all users and obtain parental permission from the parent of anyone under 18 who wants to open an account.

Netchoice took that appellate ruling up to the Supreme Court, who declined to overrule the Fifth Circuit with no explanation -- except for Justice Kavanaugh agreeing that we are likely to win the fight in the end, but saying that it's no big deal to let the state enforce the law in the meantime.

Needless to say, it's a big deal to let the state enforce the law in the meantime. The Mississippi law is a breathtaking state overreach: it forces us to verify the identity and age of every person who accesses Dreamwidth from the state of Mississippi and determine who's under the age of 18 by collecting identity documents, to save that highly personal and sensitive information, and then to obtain a permission slip from those users' parents to allow them to finish creating an account. It also forces us to change our moderation policies and stop anyone under 18 from accessing a wide variety of legal and beneficial speech because the state of Mississippi doesn't like it -- which, given the way Dreamwidth works, would mean blocking people from talking about those things at all. (And if you think you know exactly what kind of content the state of Mississippi doesn't like, you're absolutely right.)

Needless to say, we don't want to do that, either. Even if we wanted to, though, we can't: the resources it would take for us to build the systems that would let us do it are well beyond our capacity. You can read the sworn declaration I provided to the court for some examples of how unworkable these requirements are in practice. (That isn't even everything! The lawyers gave me a page limit!)

Unfortunately, the penalties for failing to comply with the Mississippi law are incredibly steep: fines of $10,000 per user from Mississippi who we don't have identity documents verifying age for, per incident -- which means every time someone from Mississippi loaded Dreamwidth, we'd potentially owe Mississippi $10,000. Even a single $10,000 fine would be rough for us, but the per-user, per-incident nature of the actual fine structure is an existential threat. And because we're part of the organization suing Mississippi over it, and were explicitly named in the now-overturned preliminary injunction, we think the risk of the state deciding to engage in retaliatory prosecution while the full legal challenge continues to work its way through the courts is a lot higher than we're comfortable with. Mississippi has been itching to issue those fines for a while, and while normally we wouldn't worry much because we're a small and obscure site, the fact that we've been yelling at them in court about the law being unconstitutional means the chance of them lumping us in with the big social media giants and trying to fine us is just too high for us to want to risk it. (The excellent lawyers we've been working with are Netchoice's lawyers, not ours!)

All of this means we've made the extremely painful decision that our only possible option for the time being is to block Mississippi IP addresses from accessing Dreamwidth, until we win the case. (And I repeat: I am absolutely incredibly confident we'll win the case. And apparently Justice Kavanaugh agrees!) I repeat: I am so, so sorry. This is the last thing we wanted to do, and I've been fighting my ass off for the last three years to prevent it. But, as everyone who follows the legal system knows, the Fifth Circuit is gonna do what it's gonna do, whether or not what they want to do has any relationship to the actual law.

We don't collect geolocation information ourselves, and we have no idea which of our users are residents of Mississippi. (We also don't want to know that, unless you choose to tell us.) Because of that, and because access to highly accurate geolocation databases is extremely expensive, our only option is to use our network provider's geolocation-based blocking to prevent connections from IP addresses they identify as being from Mississippi from even reaching Dreamwidth in the first place. I have no idea how accurate their geolocation is, and it's possible that some people not in Mississippi might also be affected by this block. (The inaccuracy of geolocation is only, like, the 27th most important reason on the list of "why this law is practically impossible for any site to comply with, much less a tiny site like us".)

If your IP address is identified as coming from Mississippi, beginning on September 1, you'll see a shorter, simpler version of this message and be unable to proceed to the site itself. If you would otherwise be affected, but you have a VPN or proxy service that masks your IP address and changes where your connection appears to come from, you won't get the block message, and you can keep using Dreamwidth the way you usually would.

On a completely unrelated note while I have you all here, have I mentioned lately that I really like ProtonVPN's service, privacy practices, and pricing? They also have a free tier available that, although limited to one device, has no ads or data caps and doesn't log your activity, unlike most of the free VPN services out there. VPNs are an excellent privacy and security tool that every user of the internet should be familiar with! We aren't affiliated with Proton and we don't get any kickbacks if you sign up with them, but I'm a satisfied customer and I wanted to take this chance to let you know that.

Again, we're so incredibly sorry to have to make this announcement, and I personally promise you that I will continue to fight this law, and all of the others like it that various states are passing, with every inch of the New Jersey-bred stubborn fightiness you've come to know and love over the last 16 years. The instant we think it's less legally risky for us to allow connections from Mississippi IP addresses, we'll undo the block and let you know.