@sixfoot6 this is the open web I can say anything I want
@Michael_Spencer not at all! <3
@Adth London, in the Google Graveyard.
@Michael_Spencer sometimes I'm easier to understand, I promise
Visited the RSS memorial today. After all these years, it's still amazing to see the lightning hit it—every hour, on the hour—and then watch as the sparks ripple out to the aggregator towers at all the cemeteries that are still subscribed.
@tinysubversions sorry i'm smart and good at jokes and meme's
another day volunteering at the richard dawkins museum. everyone keeps asking me what they can take through security. honey,
King Midas, from our universe, who didn't think it through, and died. Queen Midas, from their universe, who realized her mistake immediately, and set about solving the problem.
Faraday mitts that let her handle objects. Hyper-amorphous meals that resisted transfiguration. Gold-threaded fabrics that fooled her powers enough to stay comfortable.
Her life was difficult, but her treasury always had funds, and her subjects were always happy.
The soil she was buried in still shines.
YOU: Hangs mirrors around your bedroom to foster a larger sense of space.
ME: Paints the walls, ceiling, and floor with Vantablack® to manifest a cold and infinite void.
when snape says "you have your mother's eyes" he's making it clear his goal was always to remove harry's eyes and clone a new lily from them
another day living in the caves under the mountain. everyone keeps asking me if we can release the ghosts from the box. buddy, ralmélë the wise breathed life into me ten thousand moons ago specifically to stop that from happening
Finally picked up my Moo minicards.
Excited to be all, "Do I have a business card? Why yes, please enjoy this picture of my face and cleavage."
You find your journal of the hidden year when your real body was faded away and replaced with a time-lapse version of yourself. Each word took hours to write, each memory slowly blinks itself through your brain. The feelings you had at the time seemed distant, but now they just feel empty, except for brief snapshots of emotion that overwhelm you. You close the journal, and it curls up into a roll of celluloid.
YOUR MUM: Obsessed with gothic candelabras.
MY MUM: An artisanal candelabra maker, delighted to have a new customer.
PEOPLE ON MASTODON: hey, as a practice, we'd like to encourage people to put political toots behind a content warning.
MASTODON USERS: yeah, this is great
YOU: *nodding* okay but why should i. lets discuss it.
EVERYONE ELSE: we'd....like you to? we're asking you?
YOU: yes but whyyyy shouuuld i
GOLD™ is a chemical material used in the production of gold, fool's gold, false gold, gold idols, Church Gold, and golden ashes. It can only be handled by skilled artisans wearing gold-proof gloves, and—when heated to high temperatures—can have devastating effects on local populations (see also: Gold Massacre of Salmon Falls; gold pollution; terror attacks featuring gold-based weaponry; narcissism).
@Nafrondel You're always such a sweetheart to me <3
@walker Thank you! I hope I have a new podcast episode for you soon :joy: :sob:
@tinysubversions I feel very much the same. This place feels new, exciting, and different (which is odd, given how empirically familiar it is!).