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Yet another refugee who washed up on the shore after the great Reddit disaster of 2023

  • Exactly right. They might consider it initially, but then they'd realize that they got an increase in support from the MAGA base and they'd lean into it.

  • Funny, I came here to make the exact same analogy. I totally agree - a mature kid and an immature adult have a lot of overlap.

  • Mastadon is to Twitter as Lemmy is to Reddit. So you don't really follow topics, but you can follow people if you want (I never have) and you can join communities on the topics you're interested in. Some of the things you've mentioned, like Linux, are very popular/prolific here.

    My advice is to set your browsing by All (and whichever of the other one makes sense to you; I usually do New, but sometimes one of the Top ones), then when you see something posted in a community that you're interested in, instead of clicking on the post, click on the community name. In the sidebar, you can subscribe to the community. After you've been doing that a while, if you want you can change your browsing to Subscribed.

    There's also a Lemmy Explorer, and you can set it to Communities at the top and find the ones that are the most active or are on the subjects you're looking for.

    Having your posts seen is mostly a matter of posting to active communities with engaging topics.

    Welcome and good luck!

  • Does that animation make anyone else motion sick?

  • Trump's lies have gotten so over the top. We're like two steps away from him saying he was one of the guys who walked on the moon.

    And his cult will believe it.

  • As suddenly as it had appeared, the magical tornado vanished. And there, occupying the space where the frog had been, was a frog.

    “Fantastic,” said Rincewind.

    The frog gazed at him reproachfully.

    “Really amazing,” said Rincewind sourly. “A frog magically transformed into a frog. Wondrous.”

    “Turn around,” said a voice behind them. It was a soft, feminine voice, almost an inviting voice, the sort of voice you could have a few drinks with, but it was coming from a spot where there oughtn’t to be a voice at all. They managed to turn without really moving, like a couple of statues revolving on plinths.

    There was a woman standing in the pre-dawn light. She looked she was - she had a - in point of actual fact she…

    Later Rincewind and Twoflower couldn’t quite agree on any single fact about her, except that she had appeared to be beautiful (precisely what physical features made her beautiful they could not, definitively, state) and that she had green eyes. Not the pale green of ordinary eyes, either these were the green of fresh emeralds and as iridescent as a dragonfly. And one of the few genuinely magical facts that Rincewind knew was that no god or goddess, contrary and volatile as they might be in all other respects, could change the colour or nature of their eyes…

    “L-“he began. She raised a hand.

    “You know that if you say my name I must depart,” she hissed. “surely you recall that I am the one goddess who comes only when not invoked?”

    “Uh. Yes, I suppose I do,” croaked the wizard, trying not to look at the eyes. “You’re the one they call the Lady?”

    “Yes.”

    “Are you a goddess then?” said Twoflower excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to meet one.”

    Rincewind tensed, waiting for the explosion of rage. Instead, the Lady merely smiled.

    “Your friend the wizard should introduce us,” she said.

    Rincewind coughed. “Uh, yar,” he said. “This is Twoflower, Lady, he’s a tourist-“

    “-I have attended him on a number of occasions-“

    “And, Twoflower, this is the Lady. Just the Lady, right? Nothing else. Don’t try and give her any other name, okay?” he went on desperately, his eyes darting meaningful glances that were totally lost on the little man.

    Rincewind shivered. He was not, of course, an atheist; on the Disc the gods dealt severely with atheists. On the few occasions when he had some spare change he had always made a point of dropping a few coppers into a temple coffer somewhere, on the principle that a man needed all the friends he could get. But usually he didn’t bother the Gods, and he hoped the Gods wouldn’t bother him. Life was quite complicated enough.

    There were two gods, however, who were really terrifying. The rest of the gods were usually only sort of large-scale humans, fond of wine and war and whoring. But Fate and the Lady were chilling.

    In the Gods’ Quarter, in Ankh-Morpork, Fate had a small, heavy, leaden temple, where hollow-eyed and gaunt worshippers met on dark nights for their predestined-and fairly pointless rites. There were no temples at all to the Lady, although she was arguably the most powerful goddess in the entire history of Creation. A few of the more daring members of the Gamblers’ Guild had once experimented with a form of worship, in the deepest cellars of Guild headquarters, and had all died of penury, murder or just Death within the week. She was the Goddess Who Must Not Be Named; those who sought her never found her, yet she was known to come to the aid of those in greatest need. And, then again, sometimes she didn’t. She was like that. She didn’t like the clicking of rosaries, but was attracted to the sound of dice. No man knew what She looked like, although there were many times when a man who was gambling his life on the turn of the cards would pick up the hand he had been dealt and stare Her full in the face. Of course, sometimes he didn’t. Among all the gods she was at one and the same time the most courted and the most cursed.

    “We don’t have gods where I come from,” said Twoflower.

    “You do, you know,” said the Lady.”Everyone has gods. You just don’t think they’re gods.”

    Rincewind shook himself mentally.

    “Look,” he said. “I don’t want to sound impatient, but in a few minutes some people are going to come through that door and take us away and kill us.”

    [And so on]

  • So most of Trump's are just outright lies, while most of Biden's are things like "Well it's true it happened but it's hard to know if it's because of him," or "It's true Trump said that a bunch of times but he hasn't been saying that lately."

  • Bill is a treasure, and Martin Short is so fast.

  • Thank god it’s over!

    So… There’s really going to be a second debate? I don’t know that I can take it.

  • I agree, and have said the same repeatedly. In 2020, I just wanted a president who wasn't a complete crook, con man, and national embarrassment. I didn't think Biden would accomplish much, I just hoped he could repair our reputation with other countries a little.

    I was stunned that Biden accomplished more than Obama. He certainly isn't perfect, but he's fine a good job. Just that infrastructure bill would be something most presidents would take as their legacy, but he's done a lot more.

    He's too damned old, but I'll still take him over Trump.

  • It's gotten better, and I agree. I'm really happy about them turning off the mics. But I still think they're letting Trump ramble more than Biden.

  • Everyone is just hoping their guy doesn't say something that will hurt their campaign. Not sure anyone is happy though.

  • And who is going to appoint the next supreme court justices

  • Mine has passed out in a pool of sweat.

  • Oh my god, Trump just said "I've never seen anybody lie like this guy" and he wasn't pointing at himself.

  • Ha! I didn't even notice that.

    Starlink, Starship, Starliner... who can keep them straight?

    /s

  • Yep, agreed. Trump doesn't take anything seriously except bilking anyone he can.