Frankenbeans 🖖 @Frankenbeans@octodon.social
Just a fun-lovin' guy lookin' for fun-lovin' friends!
Still continually surprised book sellers on popular electronic auction sites endlessly refuse to put the title of the book in the auction title. I'm fifteen parsnips short of a hog county mile, but even to me this seems like a sure way to get relevant eyeballs lamping your junk.
Looking at my LinkedIn feed I am reminded of Hitchhiker's Guide chapter in which a planet launched a bunch of its people into space ostensibly to save their culture but in reality as a way to rid themselves of their most useless.
If you use one account for everything, you may not be seeing the full breadth of Mastodon. Get an account on an art instance, watch the cool art fly by the local timeline. Get an account on a French instance, bone up on your high school French. Make an instance for your coworkers, talk shop.
I don't wear swim trunks to work, I don't wear a suit to the pub, and I don't wear cargo shorts to my sister's wedding. Apply that to Mastodon and you might find it's quite natural. Decentralize yourself! 😁
But where will Lance find William Shatner?
http://mashable.com/2017/04/15/mastodon-has-instance-for-everyone/#V26ctauDcPqB
Good day, Octodontists! My breakfast: A red pepper stuffed with eggs, bacon, mini-portobello mushroom, avocado and garlice cheddar cheese. Regrettable Italian sourdough toast and a mango-pineapple salad. The coffee is excellent, as is the music (Tower of Power).
Someday, I will go off on my frustration with the shallow understanding of eccentricity as being merely what everyone else isn't and thus embracing a wholesale contrariness in your taste without having any basis for what you "like," but instead, tonight, I'm going to bed.
Hi all. Just checking in ... is Western Civilization collapsing where you live?
@Frankenbeans :beers:
Friday cheers, Ostodon, with a double IPA. If y'all find yourselves in mid-Michigan, stop by the garden for a tour and a drink.
Today from the garden: Two years ago, I transplanted in some tiger lilies from my next-door neighbor's yard. He got his tiger lilies from his father, who has passed. So this little corner of a brewpub garden is, in fact, a little grove dedicated to my next-door neighbor's father.
There's a lady on a sports talk show outraged that the conversation about the NBA MVP has been stolen from her. I don't know what this means. Mostly it makes me happy I rarely have to watch sports talk shows.
So, is this the day Jesus got nailed up and impaled, or the day his zombie rose up and rolled away the stone. When did he murder the fig tree for not fruiting on command?
Working in the garden is sometimes like an exciting treasure hunt Sometimes you find chives in a new place, or that the lovage is a lovely purple. And occasionally you find a weather-protected bowl owned by one of the kitchen staff.
Cool. Beer is fun.
Back to work for the 2017 growing season. I work for our local brewpub and craft brewer. Just had an exciting conversation with the brewer about growing ingredients for a summer gruit. That is, my hard work gets turned into beer.
So, if Twitter is birdsite, what are we calling Facebook? Can we call it Facebore?
So, a question ... I am developing written content for a *cough* branded website *cough*. I wanted to share here, because there are some really smart and creative people whose feedback I'd love to solicit. But, the website is my name IRL (because *cough* branded *cough*). So, I'd lose the anonymity of calling myself Frankenbeans because everyone could be all, "No, you're some other asshole." So, I guess I'm just throwing this out and seeing what input people have.
I posted a link to something I wrote to Facebook. Some woman who I have connection to used the first comment to complain that the link isn't working on her iPhone, like I coded the post and need to fix it.
How do these people find their way back onto the Internet in the morning?
Frank Whaley can go to hell.
