@lyncia i hab no idea or brainies to figur out further toda
@lyncia gtg eep but theres a disk id u need to change in the hardware config .nix if u havent already
@lyncia aweooooewoaooo
@x4nw ah . never seen fosstodon on my tl from here being on a less-strictly-blocking instanc would've probably clarified
analysis of
@x4nw its fascinating you can brainmelt me fairly often with these obscureposts not specifying a type of computer toucher (& making me consider all possibilities playing very well into my own fears of being Bad then getting them cancelled out by my good computer touching)
i often (accidentally) brainmelt people with a similar thing ! this is good data,,,
@x4nw pfff no :3
@x4nw yeah i read it and touched the computer i was reading it on & my brain melted
@x4nw this b bricking my brain
@lyncia awooowaowooawooo
vote, re: electronics
@x4nw im biased towards the m68k & also think that playing with a logic analyzer may be more. .. interesting? than logisim that might b kinda repetitive
but i dont do hw much
@reese ?
@nileane this is so good 🥹 (i'm from the federated timeline)
the composition is great!! i've been wanting to get into Serious Photography. what camera was this taken on?
re: mh -
@lyncia sending comfort in hugs,, meowie,, <3
@j3s i'm late but mrewww!!! meow!! (::
on walt whitman's 64th birthday, he wrote a letter to a dear friend of his:
"the principal object of my life seems to have been accomplish’d - I have the most devoted and ardent of friends, and affectionate relatives - and of enemies I really make no account."
walt was not a celebrated poet at the time - he confronted life and find meaning for himself through his friends and relatives
it moves me to tears & inspires me
when walt died, 1,000 people went to his funeral
mei is me&i, is me and I,
is plural, cat, , distinct and intertwined
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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.