re: quotes from a quiet, screeching voice, reference to a valerie, but not the one here, out of context, obscure as fuck i'll be very impressed if you get it (and subsequently happy)
i would like to add the context here eventually
quotes from a quiet, screeching voice, reference to a valerie, but not the one here, out of context, obscure as fuck i'll be very impressed if you get it (and subsequently happy)
Look to the past.
Valerie.Look: command not found
Valerie.
Tried to take me by the throat to teach me I was not
valerie: command not found
11.5
Snow will be on the ground.
The other name for disappointment, after all, is love.
of what one wants.
@lyncia there are politics, but mostly a client thing. i think you can turn it off in settings
@nasser @efi can't write a lot, but https://developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Web/API/Navigator/registerProtocolHandler/Web-based_protocol_handlers . nostr (jack dorsey's thing) seems to use it
@aynish this and some of the comments on it are intriguing if you want to go hunting for more details. previously haven't found much.
https://hackaday.com/2023/03/15/voice-without-sound/
@Paradox i don't walk much. maybe like 20 min, and i'll be sweaty and whiny about it, it's hot here.
@technomancy holy shitt wow that's a lot of time
haven't been on the same distro for that long & my life is completely different
here's my box, it's not as old :P
20:02:24 up 415 days 18:21, 1 user, load average: 0.18, 0.38, 0.42
emacs is quite unreliable for me:
3 hours, 34 minutes, 28 seconds
right now it's making me oddly uncomfortable, but i suspect that's from a wound time will heal
affection re: mh--
@natty
@lyncia
@lyncia morny!!!
@easrng i sorta have this with blissom - when i'm older
*/bounce/*
mei is me&i, is me and I,
is plural, cat, , distinct and intertwined
photographs
programs
plays sets
poet
musician
image-editor
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I gave my map away, but it's time to push and pull, change and ~~kill your past~~. Oh... To know the catharsis of loving again reminds us of how much we bled. This heart wasn't made for loving anyone, but now I know where I am. I make my own path.