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  • Thank you 😊 they are — I love their chill attitude. I make do quite well with the micro version although guinea pigs are, justifiably, more skittish.

  • Maybe the new one will respect real-world use cases and not enforce such silly limitations just because the developers got lazy

  • No no no you misunderstand the atom! At their heart they’re all positive, it’s just a shell of negativity due to fear of attachment!

  • Kenya, oh Kenyaaaa! Where the giraffes are and the zebraaare!

  • I’m intrigued… both about the story and the concept of antirealism

  • Love

    Jump
  • gene poo

    Indeed, sounds polluted enough 💩

  • Accurate, but Neil Young is Canadian.

  • Sorry, I'm being very disrespectful to the fan of the metaverse

    It’s ok. Zuckerberg can just shut off his emotion chip.

  • Pepperonimandering is a stain on the political serving process! Pie slices should be wedges, simple as!

  • Also the threats of annexation. Don’t forget those.

  • Glory to you… and to your house.

  • Yes, make sure to save the crunchy bits as well for garnish and texture when you make a one-day blinding stew.

  • Data: Captain, due to a highly improbable fluctuation of subspace, it appears that all Christmas presents for the neighborhood have quantum tunneled underneath our Christmas tree.

    Geordi: if we reverse the polarity of the warp coils and emit precisely positioned nadion bursts from the phaser arrays we could reverse the tunnels and send the gifts back to their original locations.

    Riker: We could save Christmas?

    Picard: Mr. Laforge, Mr. Worf, make it ho ho ho.

    Worf: Sir, I object. I am not a merry man.

  • There must be a vein of Titan’s Blood nearby!

  • Arm quantum torpedoes. Drop the cloak and raise sausage. We're going in.

  • Doctor, I do believe there’s sausage for you yet.