…and think what are these people reading???

You said it in the post… “long-winded, complex sentence structure…” By and large the bulk of users here are two, maybe three decades younger than we are, and as such, they came of age and were educated in the post-Reagan era. You can really throw some of them for a loop and use colons and semi-colons in a few nice independent clauses.

Not to digress too much, have you seen the videos on youtube by Elle Cordova? Her “Grammarian” videos are a riot.

I do so love clever use of language…

Full truth is that people just need to stop using the apps and use the browsers. I’ve never downloaded or used a site specific app on any of my phones. Actually delete those fuckers because of the tracking built in, so if I can’t get to a site via mobile browser, I don’t and just hit it up at home on the computer. Nothing on any social media site is so important that it can’t wait until I get home.

Honestly once Conde Nast bought the site way back when, this was a given end for the content.

Weird - I use them all the time - and no one’s accused me of being anything other than an old fart, (“…Okay 'boomer…” - which I now wear as a badge of online longevity honor…) or at best, a nuisance best kept from polite society.

I’ve been explaining lemmmy as a communication platform that’s run by tons of different people that have their own servers all around the world and they can connect with each other, so you can’t get randomly banned from the platform. If you get bumped (which is really unlikely) from one server you can sign up on another and pick right back up where you were.

NGL, few of my friends used reddit so they just smile nod and go “yeaaahhh.”

But, I do not give up on sharing about it.

There’s a way to filter out the lemmy.ml instance and that apparenty cuts a lot of that noise down significantly.

I’ll have to check that out, thanks!

My online photos aren’t so much social media “look at meeee!” but more “here’s the photos you need, I took a bunch of the new merch so you should find something that works…” for my co-workers.

Is it me or does he look like that Microsoft Windows guy in the old Get A Mac commercials?

I hear that music in the background, while the crowd yells at him to tax the rich and he kinda fumbles wth his papers…

God… it fits.

I didn’t ascribe a he/him/her/she/them/they to an icon.

It was just that… it… …and it is fine.

The rest just strikes me as so much marketing.

Nice!

I finally gave my all-but unused Instagram account the heave-ho last week. Left with a “Am tired of Meta’s enshittification of their sites…” message.

Besides I have a pro account on Flickr, (for a loooong time - from when it was a yahoo property) and that is SO much quieter and friendly since it’s just about photographs.

Yeah, twatter needs to meet a slow, costly, end for Musk.

Kit looks more she/her than the OG icon.

Hmm… …the silliness continues.

I adore those critters. Lived for a while in the Bay Area and had friends in the hills above Santa Cruz, so knew full well about them.

Fast forward some 25 years and my dad decides after the end of the third divorce to leave New England move to the California mid-coast… and he tells me about these humongous yellow and black slugs… I told him they feel really cool and to pick one up.

He calls me a week later to grumble that he did… but oh, by the way, did I forget to mention that their slime was like a natural form of contact cement that took days for him to get off his hands?

Why no dad… I did not forget.

I love you too.

One of the weirdest sci-fi movies I’ve seen.

It was satisfying, not going to lie about it. I sat up in bed and listened to him grouse for a bit then went back to sleep. I even brought the porch shovels in (we usually kept two outside next to the door so anyone in the building could use them) and tucked them into the utility closet. Don’t know how he got out, in the morning the car was gone and just enough of the snow had been moved so the car could escape - but it likely wasn’t fun for the driver.

I had a parking chair out in front of my apartment. Someone threw it on the sidewalk and put their car into the spot I’d spent hours clearing (lotsa heavy, icy, snow plowed up into the driver’s side…) When I got back from the grocery store, I was pissed off, so I dropped my food into the hallway of the apartment, drove around until I found a spot in the nearby municipal lot then came home and shoveled ALL the snow right back into the space around the car. Needless to say, when the driver got back after they’d been doing whatever… (likely drinking, the time he returned was about right for last call) he was not happy. I heard a lot of cussing and stomping.

Legalities aside, If I clear a space and it takes me a long time… Oh no buddy… I’m putting ALL the snow back.

You want the space… YOU shovel it open.

Oh hey… I used to get those all the time as a kid!

Eventually I worked out that it could be made to instantly go away if I stopped breathing and just stretched my shoulders back and twisted in the same direction that the cramp was on

It always felt like a stabby, stabby muscle twinge right under my rib bones.

I read that too… then took a step back and realized it was a journal notation made with a fountain pen (not a ball-point) so the scrawl was understandable. Legible… well that’s another matter.

At the most basic, it’s hand/eye coordination.

Talk to any educator that’s been teaching grade school children for a few decades. There’s a definite lack of finer motor control in children that haven’t been taught to write in cursive. That is one of the reasons that I keep seeing as an example when it’s brought up for consideration to be reinstated. (this is ancillary to the whole skilled craftsman/labor pivot that is finally being addressed!) Hand skills do make a difference.

NGL, my husband can’t write in cursive and his printing and other finer motor skills are shit. He cooks and I fix the cars and the electronics and help him with whatever projects that require nimble dexterity. I also have a bang up easy to read handwriting script AND can print like an engineer or draftsman. Both my parents made sure I could write cursive and print legibly. Mercilessly so…

I don’t even think it’s that: Given that cursive and handwriting as a general mode of commuication is all-but extinct - and for years hasn’t been taught in elementary schools, (thankfully that is changing, albeit slowly) there aren’t enough people that work in IT that grew up having to hand write papers to get traction on these projects.

In lieu of trees and shade, I’ve been told (by a woman that was almost 100 years old) that during a really miserable heat wave, (she hated being too hot) get into a basement or anyplace that has a first level that is in - not on - the ground.