Yup. RIF stopped working. Reddit’s official app was a turd sandwich.
I want to say I left Reddit in solidarity with the users and mods at the time, but in reality the Reddit app was just so very, very inconvenient that I tried Lemmy.
Yup. RIF stopped working. Reddit’s official app was a turd sandwich.
I want to say I left Reddit in solidarity with the users and mods at the time, but in reality the Reddit app was just so very, very inconvenient that I tried Lemmy.
Is it good? Like does it actually taste like steak? Economical to produce? Is it better for the economy and the environment, Hell yes, then.
Imagine a perfectly marbled, perfectly rectangular, gristle free Wagyu quality steak that you could sear in some butter in a cast iron and serve right up.
No animal had to be raised and slaughtered. Less drain on resources. Less land usage.
I’m not convinced that the technology will ever get there, but what do I know. I’m just some dude on the internet.
The Philips Respironics nasal pillow works fantastic for me! Everyone is a little different though.
Three things:
Yup! CPAP. Fix your sleep and you’ll feel awake during the day.
I don’t feel sleepy in the afternoon anymore. I sleep and night and stay awake during the day.
Seeing a lot of talk on here about keeping Standard or DST.
Oh my God for the love of all that’s holy just let them pick one!
I don’t care if the sun comes up at 2:00am or 2:00pm or even if the sun fuckin’ sets at 12:00 noon. Just pick a time and stick with it. Holy shitsnax.
Yes. I have a buddy who is this person. I’m not kidding.
He is a big Star Trek fan, but he is also literally the only T.J. Hooker fan that I’ve ever met, and he was a T.J. Hooker fan before he was a Star Trek fan. (It’s worth noting we’re both in our late 40s.)
Coming across this randomly on a Wednesday evening renews my faith in The Internet. I was starting to think the whole thing was a bad idea. Thank you!
It just finally cooled off where I live. I can spend more than 15 minutes outside without sweating.
I’m so happy. I call it Reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder. The first day around May that it hits 90⁰ outside I’m depressed until late October.
10 year old me would be extremely disappointed in my Christmas lights.
I should have Clark W. Griswold level lights, but with colors and blinking lights.
Instead I put up all plain white lights along the windows and doors and a wreath like a reasonable person.
It’s so much work as an adult with adult responsibilities to find time to hang lights, and even worse when you have to take them down.
I am ashamed.
Absolutely love winter. It’s my favorite time of the year. I like being inside when it’s cold and dark out. I like not sweating. Feels good man.
Absolutely detest switching back and forth between standard and DST. What a load of crap. Just pick one and be done with it.
Don’t threaten me with a good time.
There’s either a Gen X saboteur on the Trump/Vance team or everybody is either too young or too old to know about ALF.
Seriously, “illegal aliens are eating all the cats?”
Boomer: Oh my God!
Gen X: Haha…ALF!
Millennial: Oh my God!
Is the Italian place a lamp store?
I used to hate olives, along with a lot of other things. Peppers. Beans. Blue cheese. And I used to tell everyone about how much I disliked stuff.
But then I grew up. You don’t have to eat olives if you don’t want. But if you restrict your life to your little pre-approved list of acceptable foods, you’re missing out.
Life is short. Way too short. You don’t want to discover how delicious a dirty martini with blue cheese olives is when you’re old.
It even goes beyond this.
Everyone thinks they’re smarter than everyone else. Smarter than doctors, scientists, and engineers. Definitely smarter than whatever the political or ideological “other side” is.
It’s ruining our society. When George Carlin did his bit about “how stupid the average person is”, he forgot to mention how 99% of us assume we skew into the “smarter than average” side.
I can’t have conversations with people I used to respect, relatives, old friends, or even casual acquaintances without everyone blathering on about how stupid these people are or that group is. I hate it.
Me no lurk. Me comment.
Yup. The realization that we’re all just making it up as we go is when it happens. Welcome to adulting.
Yep. I sneezed and now my back hurts.
This is it. Paying bills? Nah. Owning property? Nope. The realization that there’s no such thing as an “adult”. BOOM. Now you’re an adult.
More Trevor Noah please.