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.

I love the strands of spider silk in the last panel.

And honestly, my understanding is that the multiplayer games aren’t very social: they’re almost always using ranked but otherwise random matchmaker settings that mean instead of socializing and getting to know people, you meet your single serving friends and then barely ever see them again.

And 30 years after LASIK, you’d be incredibly lucky if your eyes hadn’t gotten worse to the point you’d need glasses anyway.

The closer you look at identity, the less defined and distinct it appears. I’m either the entire river with its myriad sources and tributaries or I’m whatever sliver of water flowing in its path. It doesn’t much matter either way. I think the meaning of such a thing is more distributed across the minds capable of understanding it, as it is with language, a sort of gaussian distribution whose peak is the average understanding, which shifts depending on what part of the local extelligence you have access to.