Frankenbeans 🖖 @Frankenbeans@octodon.social
Just a fun-lovin' guy lookin' for fun-lovin' friends!
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I bought this rototiller last summer. It makes me giddy to finally break it out for the year.
One of the things I have loved the last two summers has been gardening for the local brewpubs. It's finally warm enough to start working. Meanwhile, these--Magic Molly and Russian banana fingerling potato seeds--arrived today. Where's the emoji for "serene with anticipation"?
@derwinmcgeary Same Putin who had LGBT athletes fearing being jailed at Sochi?
Perk of my summer job.
This conversation I had with myself went sideways in a hurry.
Guys, here's someone who has advice for how to behave on LinkedIn.
I am tooting from my front porch. I am also posting on Ostodon.
Guys, Mastodon is not a corporation. It's an open source project. Features was develop by many user. So, if you want a feature, please kindly ask anyone who develop Mastodon. Stop complain and ask "Mastodon should have this and that".
Please kindly check the pictures below.
My world swims in digital pineapples.
It is. I tried to entice one of my cats to come hang out on the chair I'm working from, but they prefer a) my bed and b) the down sleeping bag on the couch. I'll forgive their trespasses against my own vanity.
"(My son's name) ate a pot brownie last night and got really high," she wrote (they were all at her friend's cottage). And, I'm like, "That's it. Oh, that's not so bad," because compared to a relative dying, your young teen eating a weed brownie is not so bad.
Meanwhile, I'm freaking out, walking all around the frocery store, staring at my phone screen and trying to shield it from nksy strangers. Finally, she gets back to me.
She wrote, "I need to talk to you." And, I'm like, "My mom calls and at the same time I get this, and I totally thought my brother or sister had died or something horrible like that. So, I message my son's mother and ask what's up (we're actually really good friends). And it takes her a loooooong time to get back to me.
So, New Years Day this year, I'm at a local grocery store and my lhone starts ringing. It's my mom, and I don't take calls from her, so I sent it to voice mail. But, right at that second, my Facebook Messenger notification pings. So, I look at it and it's my son's mother.
Am I the only person who regularly has Facebook posts hijacked by elderly Boomer women they've never met? This happens to me every other day. My phone is always blowing up with these notifications. What is wrong with me that this happens? /rant
Thanks, Facebook, for reminding me that it was two years today that Ray Comfort, as part of his ongoing Stalinist purge of his Facebook feed (thousands of vile, filthy atheists rounded up and sent to gulag), blocked me for answering his inquiry as to our favorite piece of Scripture with, "And Jesus did boogie all night long."
Just saw someone's LinkedIn profile that lists her job as "Content strategist." Does anyone have any clue what the fuck that means?
Seriously tho, as a sad barbarian 'Murrican who only speaks one language, I'd just like to say how nice it is to be in a space where there's multiple languages flying by. Reminds me of my time hanging out on IRC way back when. It just feels that much richer.
That and I'm learning to tell time by looking at the fed feed and the mix of various tongues displayed.
To the new Japanese mastonauts:
Hi there! Here's a :pineapple: to get you started. You're now full fledged users and free to toot in whatever language you feel like.
The people who complain about mixed language federated timelines are mostly assholes and unworthy of your time.
(I don't trust google translate, so if anyone who isn't a sad monolingual would like to translate this and retoot, feel free)
