You’re probably old-ish (late 30s to early 50s maybe?), and you’re absolutely still ok (in this way at least, maybe not your joints or gut though).

I think it’s because we’ve “solved boredom”. Sometimes with heavy, hectic, stressful events that come one after the other, sometimes with passive media, or algorithmically generated media, or doomscrolling: shows, clips, or posts designed to engage or entertain, other times with little clicker, distraction-style games; all of it seems to just drain every last drop of dopamine anyone can muster until there’s no room for anyone to have volition of their own. It tends to put a damper on the amount of time and energy one has for more longer meaningful interactions, and you end up almost, but not quite, completely content to microdose human interaction with single-serving friends by making comments on posts like this one (or the various parasocial interactions with internet micro-celebrities, or much worse, hallucinating a meaningful conversation with a statistically probable paragraph generator like the ones in the post).

There’s some evidence Eostre (or Ostara, Austra, definitely Aušrinė in Lithuania) was worshipped, but the evidence is scant and mostly based on linguistic reconstruction by Grimm in the 19th century. There is evidence of votive offerings to the “Austriahenae” (a collection of matron goddesses) discovered in 1958, but little else.

It’s a nice idea, but eggs were associated with the Christian Easter (Pascha in Latin, which is roughly the name for Easter in most countries that celebrate it), probably as a custom from Persia going through to what’s now Eastern Orthodoxy and from there to Catholics/Protestants as a way to celebrate the end of Lent (eggs being prohibited during that time). It’s still possible it was also Pagan and forgotten, decorating eggs is at least 60k years old, but its association with Easter was only (re-?) initiated through Christianity.

Jesus those images must be 15-20 years old. I guess that’s probably still good enough for the basics but there’s been a lot of changes since then.

The snail has their eyes at the ends of their stalks.

We refrigerate our onions, really cuts down on the crying.

I know it’s a shit post, but the street sign had to be right there or he’s looking at a map, otherwise how does the guy know it’s Eucalyptus St?

yay

While the other commenter’s post seems valid, an alternative that worked for me was: 1) acquire wife, 2) give her the support and freedom in your personal journeys to become witches together, then (optional) 3) make spooky noises together.

There are a lot of binary packages in Gentoo, for the bigger packages (like LibreOffice), plus you can just use a binary repo if you want. I’ve been on Gentoo a while now, it’s pretty fun and I like all the customization even though I know the relatively minor efficiencies don’t make up for the compile times lol.

I thought it was analogous to the DSA’s use of the rose as a general socialist symbol. The wilting is poignant in that context.

I use the nerdfont variant for my terminal, it works rather well.

Bees.

Earliest reverse image search I can find is from 2014.

I’m apparently both the shirtless guy (Gentoo) and the arch user. But I’m also the Kali user and Windows guy occasionally. It probably averages out.

Oh definitely, it’s not like Lemmy is overflowing with it and I can’t imagine the author is the one posting here. I’m just saying that if you’re sorting by hot or active you increase the odds of seeing content with these spelling mistakes or silly errors by calling it out, so instead of the presumed effect the corrector wanted, i.e. either getting the author to change it, the poster not bother, or having it seen fewer people, it generally has the opposite effect.

Spelling mistakes getting called out increases engagement. I’m not saying it was done on purpose in this instance, but in general it does make sense that you’ll see more posts with spelling mistakes because they’ll rise to the top. The only winning move is not to play.

Usually that’s a wide-brim hat, especially after the last wispy vestiges of your hair cross the rainbow bridge.