Eh, I think it’s cute. Neither skeleton is gendered with bonetits or pink wraps or a tie and it doesn’t come off as hateful, it’s just observational humor about how different sleeping styles can cause friction.

Having a ton of crucifixes up on a wall gets a lot funnier if you see them as hunting trophies.

I can’t be the only one who can’t parse this sentence.

I’m sorry, can you rephrase this? I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.

AND plasma, if you’ve had Taco Bell.

If that ceiling doesn’t open up to a helicopter landing pad what’s even the point.

I think if the house was first then that’d be sad, yes. But if someone bought the lot and managed to get a house in there legally (or just got away with it) then that’s pretty rad. Like a brilliantly yellow dandelion forcing itself through a crack in an otherwise seamless, lifeless and bland sidewalk.

This whole room is just bizarre. The (desk? Vanity? Sink?) right next to the tub with barely room to pull the chair out that will get wet if you exit the wrong direction, a mirror at a height to show you lips and up, oddly sharp looking tub edges, what looks like a cross between an old timey phone and a spigot with too many pipes, a staged bath with only one visible rug, and it’s probably just me but man do I hate frosted glass as privacy for bathrooms.

So here’s what we do: we start a TikTok challenge. “Nickname November” or something like that, where you use a different name every day of the month for maximum confusion. Get a couple classes doing it, especially if there are any trans kids in the school, and you can see how far you can stress the system.

For the schools that require physical signatures, that’ll piss people off right quick. For the ones that just use an automated email and call it a day, toss in a twist: have each student loudly announce their new name at the start of every class, AA style. Heck, get the school announcer in on it. “Chess club on Wednesday has been cancelled, and Squidward Jones is now going by Jackie McJackson Johnstone.”

They want a ridiculous law to be followed? Okay, here you go.

In all seriousness, we all appreciate your work. These are the growing pains that are to be expected, and your hard work and transparency (and writing it up at a level that even I can understand) is welcome.

I’d imagine that there are a lot of users and communities on here that want law enforcement as far away from the Fediverse as possible…

Women can be sexist and nonwhite people can be racist: being a member of a marginalized group unfortunately doesn’t inherently keep someone from perpetuating the discrimination against said group. It’s absolutely true that a lot of, and definitely the majority, of homophobic people are straight, but a lot of the terror-based homophobia stems from projection.

Yeah, I agree with this suspiciously named man. Whether it happens sooner or later, Reddit’s death is on the horizon, as it will keep making the wrong choices and so steadily lose those communities and content that built it in the first place.

Naughty toddlers get sent to the Sky Prison.

Great, now not only do I have “slip in the shower and introduce my front teeth to the faucet at mach 3” nightmares, now I gotta have “…and shove foot directly into brazier at the same time” as well?

“What a lovely forest, pity there’s trees in it.”

It’s funnier if, like me, you misinterpret that as a sink and wonder why the fuck someone would put a mini fireplace in a bathroom.

I’ve noticed that other people’s comments are hidden on some posts I’ve seen, like it says there are 8 but I see 2.

Is this a Mastodon/kbin versus Lemmy issue, is that it? I was under the impression that Mastodon users can post to Lemmy but not vice versa, but I don’t know anything about not being able to see comments in a post whose instance you can interact with otherwise.

Pretty much.

I spend my workweek masking, so when I get home to my family I’m too socially exhausted to do much more than repetitive behaviors, and socializing, even with family, is grating. I feel like I can breathe when I’m alone and not feeling watched/observed/perceived, but I still need time to let my hackles drop. It makes laundry, cleaning, preparing meals, shopping, running errands, scheduling, etc., so fucking hard to do, and it’s like I have a limited amount of attention/energy to devote to things, regardless of how much time I have. There are days when I get weeks worth or work done and months when I struggle to tread water.

The one bright light is that there are family members who don’t understand, but are patient, and ones who DO and I’m getting more comfortable saying “I don’t hate you, I love you, I just can’t stand you right now and I don’t want to snap at you to get you away from me, so please let me be”.

It was easier to balance when I had a more solitary job but… I couldn’t live on that money for long, so… :/

No way? Yahweh.

Or seen The Prince of Egypt. “The Plagues” is one of the best tracks on a hell of a soundtrack.