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For anyone with a sewer system built for TP, this is an ideal workflow. Poops and poopers are not identical, and bidets are not magical. Trust but verify, friends.
For anyone with a sewer system built for TP, this is an ideal workflow. Poops and poopers are not identical, and bidets are not magical. Trust but verify, friends.
I suppose there’s an element of preference as well. If !myinterest@instance exists and is limping along with 80 subscribers and a post once a month, is that less discouraging? Maybe 300 subs and a post every other day is adequate? At the risk of scope creep, maybe the answer lies in more data and options to account for the preferences of those new to the Fediverse. I concede I don’t have answers though, and I’m obviously putting less work into it than you are.
Fight the good fight, friend. I need more posts about old TV shows and niche hobbies, so we just need more decent people, however they arrive. :-)
IMHO, the APIpocalypse resulted in too many communities that died on the vine and discouraged their creators and few visitors. Funneling that energy into fewer, more general communities to build up views and conversations strikes me as a a necessary forerunner to a massive “Cambrian Explosion” type of thing. Subreddits, for the most part, naturally evolved because there was already a critical mass of users interested in the topic, not because the sub existed first and attracted the users. What would you think about a different approach to collect various subreddits and file them under healthier lemmy communities that are not one-for-one, but still relevant?
Sub : Community
NGL, a lawnmower deck is a clever platform. I assume this is their trailer.
Timothee Chalamet is much older than we thought…
I might also add that some people forget about the “repetitive” in Repetitive Stress Injury. Adjustable is your friend because it allows you to find a really good posture, and also because it allows you to accommodate multiple postures through a day or month or whatever.
How do you find the twist-scrolling? I have the Orbit Fusion for my laptop because the ring is still my preferred scroller on trackballs, and the god-damned scroll-ring Orbit still doesn’t have a third button. I actually remapped a different button to be left-click so I could use a flatter hand position like most of their older designs (even the SlimBlade Pro) allow.
Citttttyyyy Streeeets, Take me to work.
To the place, with those jerks!
West of Boston, middle manage,
Return To Office, City Streets…
I only practiced for about four years. Been orbiting around the contracting process flow at a giant tech company ever since, well over a decade.
My immediate bosses are better people, the hours are much better, and I don’t owe a special fiduciary duty to my employer. As boring day jobs go, it’s got its upside.
You’re probably right, and this in particular seems to be a sculpture with a turnip plant glued on top, per @Tolookah@discuss.tchncs.de
I wonder if this an evolution of the square watermelons known in Japan.
We have a 25yo male cockatiel, and he used to do this the female we had. Poor little guy had no clue how it was supposed to work, and after a moment she’d squawk angrily and bite him, then later she’d lay unfertilized eggs and he’d try to stomp them through the bottom of the cage.
I see where you’re coming from, but there’s not enough pouches, and those feet are too human looking.
Seems to be from a 1970s edition of a book of Russian folk poems for children, possibly collected by Korney Chukovsky, but I’m not sure. A translated version is online, and I don’t see any agenda on the webpage, but I’m flying blind here:
If he’s a Nihang wearing the world’s biggest turban and 8 ridiculously gigantic karas, then, my friend, taya-ji there definitely sharpened his kirpan. 🤣
He might be stoned, too.
It Came Out of The Sky is an under appreciated gem, a growly little redneck riff on Dr. Strangelove a bit, but even more on 50s B movies and celebrity culture.
It’s not exactly sophisticated, but you can absolutely imagine a bunch of drunk dudes laughing their asses off at that one.
Frank Forde, the fifteenth prime minister of Australia.
Not sure why the pose, though I wonder if the artist was maybe working from a photograph that would have hit the eye better as a moment in time. It’s not a world apart from this 1949 portrait of Eleanor Roosevelt though, who must have bee real fuckin’ tired of holding that page just so if she was posing real-time.
Whatever I wanted that week.
#justtrinitythings
His take on mid-century Major League Baseball is sort of equal parts adorable and unsettling. Other highlights of the issue: A Houston family is paid $75 to test a fallout shelter for 3 days, canned raw meat, and Chef Boy-R-Dee as mildly exotic party fare.
See page 58 (archive file pagination) for the Saul Steinberg piece.