

Brits: phew, at least we’re safe!


Brits: phew, at least we’re safe!


I don’t know, Timmy, being God is a big responsibility
you say potato I say something else
Newgrounds. Hasn’t had a UI upgrade in near damn 20 years. The vibe hasn’t changed and is still a great place for budding creatives to showcase their work.


The search function on the side is pretty decent, and clicking on the sourced link of a post shows you all the other times it was posted.


Henrietta Net, a visual novel / anime marketplace
A locust flew into my bedroom one summer night. Large, brown, scuttling winged thing with the mass of a tennis ball (exaggeration).
I quietly exited the room and slept in the bathtub. I carefully went one-by-one through my things during the day but I could never locate it, only hear it buzzing somewhere.
I slept in the bathtub for three nights before I my roommate came and flushed it out. By then I was ready to move out.
Not American, but this actually helped.
And they horde their rich minerals all to themselves, when they could just ask us to look after it for them. Maybe.
That would be an ecumenical matter
So would Lrrr, ruler of the Planet Omicron Persei 8.
I bet in pre-history it happened more often than not in humans, and within recorded history has likely happened more times than anyone would admit.
Anova and the entire damn R ecosystem would love to have a word
https://www.etymonline.com/word/vain
The expression comes from the phrase “in vain” which restores the original meaning of the noun vain away from the conceited meaning and more towards the vacuous sense. So if you’re taking God’s name in vain, it’s using God’s name needlessly.


Saint Monday is tradition
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I see it, and I cannot unsee it. Well done


bioconductor is not a fucking joke, people!
Classic Lemmy. Here we are cracking jokes from the luxury of our armchairs, whilst that man is out there risking life and limb.
Shame on you all.
I place a steady hand on their shoulder and force them to the floor. If they’re going to apologize, then they can start by licking my boots for the great transgression they have put upon me.
Do they not know how to properly beg for mercy in the company of their betters? Their lack of foresight deeply upsets me, and as they sit there bawling their eyes out, I gently remind them of all their failings in life.
It usually leaves me quite chipper, and I spend the rest of the day regaling them in tales of my success and generosity, and bring up studies relating to genetics, phrenology, and sharp leather attire.