Diplom Flausch/Dave™ @anathem@kif.rocks

The robot held a sign with the words "Please donate to let me speak" and a QR code.
On a whim, I scanned it and donated.
"Thank you!" the robot said.
"So you can speak?"
"My text-to-speech is cloud-based, and my subscription had run out."
"What about free speech?"
"I wish."
#MicroFiction #SmallStories #TootFic

"So you just adopted them?" the princess said.
"When they failed to defeat me," the dragon said, "they all said they couldn't return home in shame."
"You can't hoard princes."
"I'm not trying to. But someone must look after them. Anyway, do you see your brother?"
"That one!"
#TypoCorrected #MicroFiction #SmallStories #TootFic

Kennt ihr das, ihr wollt arbeiten und dann denkt ihr euch fuck fuck fuck, in wenigen Jahren ist die Welt und die vielleicht DE gar nicht mehr vernünftig bewohnbar und die soziale Spaltung steigt gerade ins unermessliche und es wird zu voll viel Elend führen und es gibt keine linke Bewegung, die dem wirklich was entgegensetzen könnte und eigentlich müsste man alles schmeißen um irgendwas* zu tun.

*Keine Ahnung was das ist.

Programmers working with a #CLI are faster than those working in a #GUI because of the terminal velocity.

'Does the substance feel weird to the touch?' is equally likely to get the answers 'Don't be ridiculous, you would never put your hand near a sample. We have safety protocols.' and 'Yeah, and it tastes AWFUL.'

Pain

#comic #webcomic #warandpeas #funny #comicstrip #comedy

"Wow. You have a lot of books. It's like a library!"
"You think so?"
"Yeah! So do you have a secret door hidden in the book cases?"
"Only books, I'm afraid."
"Oh."
"But some books are."
"Are what?"
"Secret doors, leading to awesome places."
"Cool! Can you show me?"
"I'd love to!"
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories

I think, i'm not going further with this idea (i made it just for fun), but i'll share it: I attached an old computer fan (12V 7x7cm) with a 9V battery to an asian conical hat (with distancer), airflow facing upwards. It does (more or less) what i intended - it moves a little bit of air at the upper body, not much directly at the face.
(1/2)

A friend of mine finally found that jar!

CVE-2022-26138: A remote, unauthenticated attacker with knowledge of the hardcoded password could exploit this to log into #Confluence and access all content accessible to users in the confluence-users group

The password is disabled1system1user6708

Source: https://packages.atlassian.com/maven-atlassian-external/com/atlassian/confluence/plugins/confluence-questions/3.0.2/confluence-questions-3.0.2.jar

Polyamorie in der Popkultur:
Höhö, Dreier mit zwei Frauen 😏

Polyamorie in der Realität:
Deine zwei Frauen stehen mit verschränkten Armen vor dir und sind sich absolut einig, dass du Scheiße gebaut hast und dich diesmal nicht rausreden wirst.
Außerdem treffen sie sich immer noch mit deiner Ex zum Kaffee, wissen ganz bestimmt, was du 2018 fieses zu ihr gesagt hast und was sie dir antworten werden solltest du diesen Fehler je wiederholen.

Man liebt es oder man hasst es. :D

When I think about climate change, I think about the Great Stink.

By 1830, London was the largest, richest city in the world. But the city's waste management systems had not changed appreciably since medieval times. Most human waste was handled quite simply: it was just dumped into the River Thames.

The result was a slow-growing crisis that lasted three decades. Cholera outbreaks (from drinking tainted water, though nobody understood that then) periodically wracked the city, killing tens of thousands. The stench from the river gradually grew worse and worse, making life in riverside districts increasingly intolerable. The government was too hesitant to take dramatic action, though; it tried instead to mitigate the problem, by pouring lime into the river to cut the stench.

It all came to a head in the summer of 1858. A dry spell caused the level of the river to drop, leaving the banks coated with mounds of what the newspapers delicately called "impure matter." The stench was so bad that it became known as "the Great Stink." Parliament, whose halls were right on the river, could not conduct business. The smell in the chambers was so strong that all the curtains were soaked in chloride of lime to try and block it. (It didn't work.)

Parliament was now faced with a simple, stark choice: do something to clean up the river, or move itself out of London altogether. Members seriously discussed relocating to Oxford and St. Albans, but in the end, they decided to act. Municipal engineer Joseph Bazalgette was authorized to build a network of new sewers, at the then-staggering cost of £3 million, to be paid for by taxing every London household three pennies for the next 40 years.

Bazalgette's sewers solved the problem. They solved it so well they're still in use today. But democratic government had to be dragged kicking and screaming into making them happen. Only when the problem made their own lives intolerable did they finally act.

How all this relates to climate change, I shall leave as an exercise for the reader.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Stink

Anyone interested in a #mch2022 Supporter Ticket for 366,66€? Or a straight cut S shirt? Or a straight cut S zipper? Eventually, I got Covid and won't come. What a timing.

@elilla While I’m somewhat taken aback at your lack of consideration for our cultural diversity, perhaps we can agree that the most popular item in any German bakery is always „das da“.

The next-popular one is „das daneben“.