On a dog.
Just another reddit exile.
On a dog.
Give him some slack, he’s young. At least I assume so.
A) There is no hive mind. That’s just you perceiving a bunch of people who happen to hold a similar opinion as a monolith, and that’s an illusion. You have no data whatsoever to support the idea that they’re thinking in concert or even have the same reasons for their reactions.
d) Instead of having a kneejerk reaction when you get this kind of response and immediately being defensive, step back and use it as a reflective moment. Maybe you misjudged the room, misinterpreted the potential impact of what you posted, or are simply on a different track from those who downvoted. What can you learn from it? Do you need to change your own approach, or do you need to reevaluate your audience?
Read a sidebar before posting in a community please. This is not for your support questions.
Dhis fuckeeng guy.
That’s great! I’ve been watching since I noticed the berries so ripe, and I actually saw a red-headed finch in the yard today for the first time in years, so hope isn’t lost.
This one got a chuckle out of me.
That Sara Bareilles song got a lot wilder.
“Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly
I wanna see you be racist”
They absolutely could. I don’t know if there’s a good technical solution to that. Maybe requiring IP registration or some other identity verification for mods over a certain number of communities.
While I grant that there probably are a handful of people who can mod a dozen or more smaller communities and not power trip, I think they’re probably the exception to the rule, and we shouldn’t encourage it. The more communities you mod, the higher the standards should be for community engagement.
Zero. That’s the really weird part.
He was president for four years. He ran on making the place great again (?). Why didn’t he? Golf was more important?
The one where he kicks the helmet and screams after they track Merry and Pippin to the site of a battle and find only a pile of burned corpses.
Today I spent a few hours gathering the crapload of Nanking cherries that have ripened on my bushes. When we moved in, almost twenty years ago now, we used to call them bird berries because we didn’t know they were edible, but the birds seemed to love them. It occurred to me today that I haven’t seen a single bird eating them this year. Maybe the berries are plentiful everywhere, and they’ve just found other places to gather, but it was a sobering realization.
I knew conservatism was a physiological brain defect. I knew it.
It’s rare that I manage to catch them when they’re ripe and the birds haven’t devoured them all. But the wet spring we’ve had so far has just made my hedge go nuts, and all the volunteers along the fence are covered in them too.
In terms of resourcefulness, I wish I could claim that. But this literally just involves throwing a bunch of cherries in a big jar with a buttload of sugar and letting it sit in the sun for a month or two, throwing in some cloves and cinnamon halfway through. It’s about as low effort as it gets.
Cool. Cool cool cool.