Found an absolute bunch of posts that for some reason instead of saving in my drafts have saved into a scheduled posts folder. To be posted in 5056. It seems unlikely that I have decided the beings of the future must hear all of my very great words hundreds of years after the destruction of humanity. So I'm going to rattle them out here and now. Brace yourselves for impact for another round of...... Beeeeens draft posts! Or 'The B-Sides'.
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I'm not really a fan of telling people how they should engage with social media. My take on things is that we have an equal stake in Fedi - if you're someone with 1 follower or ten thousand, if you're someone who is wall to wall political rage or a kink account who posts about sexy wolves - no one person's opinion is greater or lesser of that of another. Although as a huge weird community we get to decide collectively what our federated rules are. And if in our little groups we don't agree with another, we simply defederate. And within our federations we have the power to block, mute or simply decide how and when we will interact. It's a perfect ecosystem for all of the many flavours. But. You gotta give. This place doesn't work unless you engage. Sure you can lurk. But if you follow 8 people and never engage with anyone else, don't be surprised that when you post, noone notices. Imagine you're in a huge space. You've invited 8 people in. You spend weeks just talking about yourself and not paying any attention to what the others are saying. And then you say to yourself - 'it's weird that noone is interested in what I have to say'.
3am. Awakened by a terrible nightmare involving being trapped in a parallel magical land with my llama best friend and for some reason Will Smith and DJ Jazzy Jeff were reunited there and we were all stood around like - someone's *got* to make them do Summertime? We can't *not* mention it - that would be bonkers? I then managed to escape the scenario by running a dangerous gauntlet requiring a sprinted park run, traversing some rickety old monkey bars and then sneaking past a chicken. Bit discombobulated tbh. What is real? Is this real? Are any of you DJ Jazzy Jeff? Do Summertime!
I know you all see me as the most typical of all of the neuro's. Very much your average normal guy on the street, walking down a street totally carefree without looking at the street or thinking about the street or all of the unbearable people on the street seriously why are they all there and walking in such a confusing way don't they have a system. Anyway, well I'm thrilled to report that I just had to fill out a form for the council and my brain thought.... Where do police buy all of their weirdly aggressive tools they use to smash down doors that must be a special company. And so I give you..
@TheBreadmonkey I also wonder at random where x buys y from.
So here is the company where ice cream van people buy the chimes and related equipment from. The website even has low quality demos of all the chimes.
http://www.microminiatures.com/
I can't remember the name of that Italian dessert where you pour espresso over ice cream
