Despite the narrative momentum of last night's Irish wake, Twitter still technically exists this morning. Sure, it has reportedly lost as much as ninety percent of its pre-Elon staff, including whole critical engineering teams as well as “all of payroll, US tax, and financial reporting.” And here's a long thread of technical and legal problems that will start happening soon:

Also the World Cup starts Sunday. Lmao. But yeah, the hellsite is still up right now.
Maybe it’s obvious why very few of the staff signed up for HARDCORE TWITTER TWO POINT OH but newly-former Twitter engineer Peter Clowes expressed the calculations of someone on the inside who was proud of his work, open to working under Musk, and wants Twitter to survive, but still couldn’t take what was a farcically bad offer:
So Twitter does still exist, for now. You can still go there and post your sub-two hundred-eighty-character goofs. For now. But when it does go down, do you want to suddenly have to go cold turkey? Do you want to be one of the trembling zombies staggering delirious out in the street mumbling “let that sink in…” and “that’s it, that’s the tweet.” Do you want to find yourself doing a bit in an actual Wendy’s? Do you want to have to join Mastodon?
Dark visions. No: the smart Poster will begin tapering now. The Tabs Discord, of course, is a prime destination, but Discords are for chatting, not posting. We all know it’s not the same. So in the interests of public health and safety, I would like to offer this open thread as an outlet—a temporary methadone clinic for the two hundred eighty character junkie.