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I’m curious, how does it work?
I’m curious, how does it work?
Counterpoint: Considering the scale of Lemmy compared to reddit, it’s hard to strike a chord. Suspend your doubt and keep making music jokes on a regular cadence. Someday you’ll hit the right tempo and and reach harmony with other users who recognize it as your signature style.
Yeah, totally. As someone who used reddit for 10 years and had comment karma in the several hundreds of thousands, it still pisses me off that it was ruined in the way it was
Yes, and milk was the singular reason they were able to. Turns out those Got Milk commercials had it right all along
Surprisingly, porcupines and hedgehogs are not closely related
I get the apathy, but it’s not the way forward. It just makes matters worse
And if you squeeze him too hard some of his sores will rupture
God I hate marketing bullshit like this.
Becoming full-blown fascists
Fingers crossed that it will be a total fucking shit show when they go IPO 🍿
Oh, and fuck Spez. Fuck him in the ass with a jackhammer and some glass
Can we please retire the sweet summer child thing? It’s so condescending.
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Nice. What happened?
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It also sounds exactly like something a racist would say
Years ago, when projectors were common in conference rooms. Someone was giving a practice presentation before the real deal in front of 80+ audience members. It was just our team of 8 or so the room for the dry run. In the middle of the presentation, there was a terrifyingly loud POP sound as the bulb blew out in the projector. It scared the shit out of everyone in the room. We all laughed after the initial shock wore off.
One of my coworkers stepped up on a table to take a look at it. I was near him and I waited for silence in the room while he was fucking with the thing, and clapped my hands together very loudly, simulating the previous scare. He let out a shriek of terror and clutched his chest. Everyone laughed. Eventually he laughed as well, but said something like “damn, that scared me.” Within a week he had a legit heart attack.
He was ultimately okay, but I still think about it. I know I didn’t cause it, but for a long time I couldn’t shake the guilty feeling that I contributed to it. Oops. Sorry Ken.