We got our dog this huge, plush furry donut bed thingy.
We got our dog this huge, plush furry donut bed thingy.
OK. Please open About > Database, click the "Run query timings" button, then take a screenshot of the results and send it to me (DM here, or to team@pachli.app). That'll let me rule in/out one possible cause.
@pachli That was probably meant as an answer to someone, not a public post.
DVDs and public transit: Boycott drives people to ditch Big Tech to protest ICE
https://www.npr.org/2026/02/07/nx-s1-5704402/boycott-tech-ice-scott-galloway?utm_source=flipboard&utm_medium=activitypub
Posted into Business @business-npr
Two foxes hanging out on a neighbour's shed roof. The one in motion has an injured leg, though still seems pretty agile.
thoughts and prayers for regime change here in the USA
Re: cw food
@ryanc Serves 1 enby 🤤
@catsalad I had a quarter of it, clearly the photo doesn't make the thickness clear, lol.
A surge in new datacenters, each with the power demand of 100,000 households and a cooling water demand of 1,000,000 m³ per year to train AI models on material obtained without consent on hardware now unaffordable to consumers so fascism-adjacent tech billionaires can sell us the idea that any skill is now worthless and in doing so creating the largest economic bubble ever while simultaneously destroying society and environment.
I think that about sums it up.
eth0 (the dutch event which accidentally got too popular for its size) should rename to something like enp86s0f0np0 to not sell out too fast
Okay, I'd like to know more.
Inspired by the chord sounds that seem like I automated them but I didn't. Just playing harder or softer opens up the filters. Quite fun really. A short, simple idea using sounds from Roland Cloud Zenology.
1988, San Francisco, North Beach, 9 PM. My college roommate and I realized our laundry situation was desperate. We set out on foot lugging overfilled duffels and baskets. Each laundromat we walked to was closed, until we finally found a 24 hour one in Chinatown.
It was packed and noisy. We had brought a chess set to pass the time, even though neither of us was any good at chess, so we started playing while we waited for machines to come available. Immediately a crowd gathered around us, yelling in various dialects of Chinese about the moves we should make, scoffing at our wrong choices, and actually placing bets. We were mortified by our poor showing and put it away after one game. Eventually everyone else finished their laundry, leaving the two of us alone.
Around 1 AM, we got our clothes into the dryers. Shortly after, a man barged in violently. He looked like a merc from the movies: six foot, blonde buzz cut, khaki BDUs, jump boots, carrying a large suitcase with SFO airport tags. He grabbed the pay phone handset and started yelling about some deal gone wrong, ending with “I got to get a gun!” He turned and stormed out… leaving the suitcase behind.
We sat there quietly shitting ourselves for a minute, then we decided to leave. We pulled our still-wet clothes and bedding out of the dryers and hauled ass. A few blocks later we stopped to breathe. It occurred to me that the guy had not put any coins in the pay phone. Did he even dial? Was he just a wacko? Either way, did he go back for the suitcase, with a gun? We bickered over it for a while, and I convinced him we should go back and look. Scouting, I didn’t see the guy or anyone, and the suitcase was still there. I ran in and picked it up. I could feel that it was empty, so I dropped it and dashed.
We shuffled home with our damp burdens. On the way, we passed a parked pickup truck, no driver, with its bed piled very high with empty suitcases, all of them with SFO tags. My best guess is that the merc and the truck were part of a luggage theft operation. But we never did find out.
The first issue filed is called “Hello world does not compile” so you can tell it’s off to a good start. Then the rest of the six pages of issues appear to be mostly spam filed by some AI guy’s rogue chatbot.
Blacksky is getting local-only posts before Mastodon will.
https://bsky.app/profile/rude1.blacksky.team/post/3me5kw5txns2c
Apparently there is a "backlash" against a Black community setting boundaries for themselves?
I guess that's one thing the fediverse and Atmosphere have in common. People throwing tantrums and demanding that complete strangers listen to their unwanted opinions.
1988, San Francisco, North Beach, 9 PM. My college roommate and I realized our laundry situation was desperate. We set out on foot lugging overfilled duffels and baskets. Each laundromat we walked to was closed, until we finally found a 24 hour one in Chinatown.
It was packed and noisy. We had brought a chess set to pass the time, even though neither of us was any good at chess, so we started playing while we waited for machines to come available. Immediately a crowd gathered around us, yelling in various dialects of Chinese about the moves we should make, scoffing at our wrong choices, and actually placing bets. We were mortified by our poor showing and put it away after one game. Eventually everyone else finished their laundry, leaving the two of us alone.
Around 1 AM, we got our clothes into the dryers. Shortly after, a man barged in violently. He looked like a merc from the movies: six foot, blonde buzz cut, khaki BDUs, jump boots, carrying a large suitcase with SFO airport tags. He grabbed the pay phone handset and started yelling about some deal gone wrong, ending with “I got to get a gun!” He turned and stormed out… leaving the suitcase behind.
We sat there quietly shitting ourselves for a minute, then we decided to leave. We pulled our still-wet clothes and bedding out of the dryers and hauled ass. A few blocks later we stopped to breathe. It occurred to me that the guy had not put any coins in the pay phone. Did he even dial? Was he just a wacko? Either way, did he go back for the suitcase, with a gun? We bickered over it for a while, and I convinced him we should go back and look. Scouting, I didn’t see the guy or anyone, and the suitcase was still there. I ran in and picked it up. I could feel that it was empty, so I dropped it and dashed.
We shuffled home with our damp burdens. On the way, we passed a parked pickup truck, no driver, with its bed piled very high with empty suitcases, all of them with SFO tags. My best guess is that the merc and the truck were part of a luggage theft operation. But we never did find out.
@Moss thank you. This opened my eyes. You see, it’s experiences like this that make it clear laundry should only and always be done in public, not in the safe but lonely suburban confines of a home with a private washer and dryer.
Quoth the raven
Omg It's a perfect remix material
New books arrived, including the latest from @cstross, the thrilling conclusion to the Laundry Files. Can’t wait to crack these spines!
@TheBreadmonkey How much not to do a funny face?
I've been sent a review gadget which has USB-C *and* a flared base 🤭
@Edent Very obviously a four-in-one thingy.
My cat îs a secret agent
It is an undercover spy
It is the world best detective
It is the perfect private eye.
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