I was just thinking this should be a "First time?" meme instead. It feels like there's always one instance down.
But it's nice that Lemmy as a whole is never down, just individual pieces.
adhocfungus
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Very interesting. It would certainly make doom scrolling harder. Email always feels more personal, like each message was sent specifically to me for a reason. As opposed to feeds, which feels like looking at cars as they drive by.
I think this system pushes against those boundaries. This sort of concrete brainstorming at the edges is such a crucial part of software evolution, so thank you.
My kid is obsessed with the Mario sets. Unfortunately almost none of them have physical instructions, so you need to use the LEGO Mario app.
Sometimes I will find him going through the instructions on the iPad for sets we don't even own. He just likes watching it get built and doesn't know YouTube is a thing yet.
"don't have to throw the whole thing out" is what convinced me to get one. I'm not going to make a big difference on my own, but minimizing what I recycle, throw out, or chuck in the basement is still worthwhile.
I was gonna say the same. If I had to go back the only change I would make is avoiding the cops, school councilors, relatives, and judges I thought I could trust. Every attempt we made to get away from our mom made the beatings worse.
I'm having the same issue. I thought I had food poisoning because I have chills, stomach cramps, and constipation. But the only culprit would be the three cups of raw broccoli I had on NYE.
Incredible
When I was 10 or so my cousins and I put a basketball hoop in the barn loft after all the hay bales were used for the season. My uncle came up the ladder and told us to be careful or we'd "get a bunch of coons in here playing ball." I didn't know that word was a slur at the time, so the image of a bunch of raccoons playing basketball was hilarious to me.
When I was in my 20's I told that story and everyone just grimaced. Someone had to tell me what he had actually meant.
When I was a kid we would have yearly morel hunts. My uncles were always scouting the neighbors' woods, and once morels were sighted we'd sneak onto their property and gather bags of 'em. We'd usually get about 10 pounds between the six of us cousins. Then Grandma would fry them up and we'd feast.
One year I ate at least a pound by myself. That night I got so violently ill I thought I would die. I never ate morels again.
Now you have me wondering if one of us picked a not-morel and I was the unlucky one who ate it.