You showed me yours, so I’ll show you mine

What a beautiful little trash gremlin

That’s a pretty facetious reply. Lemmy has tons of ways of curating your feeds and that’s one of its big strengths in my opinion.

This isn’t about seeing the occasional bit of NSFW material (which I still see occasionally on my Lemmy feed, despite having blocked a bunch of NSFW communities). This latest Instagram debacle involved people’s entire feeds being full of not just pornography, but also heavily NSFL gore stuff.

However, the real crux of this issue is clear when I imagine how I’d feel if a problem like this happened with Lemmy — I’d be unhappy, but I wouldn’t flee the platform, because I trust various admins to not bullshit me about what had happened and what was going to be done in future. Meta has burned through any goodwill it might’ve once had, and the only thing that’s transparent about them is their bullshit

Where is it typical for washing machines to be where you’re from? Based off of TV/movies, I’d guess in a dedicated laundry/utility room, but it seems implausible that most people have one of those.

I can confirm that washing machine in the kitchen is standard in the UK; I can count on one hand the number of homes that I’ve seen where the washing machine wasn’t in the kitchen.

Cognitive dissonance is one hell of a drug.

I hope that some day, you’re able to be a part of a community where it feels safe to be maximally weird

Recently, I recommended to a friend that basic vim/vi is worth learning because it’s a baseline that you can always trust will be there across different Linux systems.

They asked me what I used most on my home system, and the answer was emacs, but I was very clear that I was not recommending it. It’s a particular kind of person who finds themselves at home in emacs, and for everyone besides those people, selling them on emacs would feel like persuading them to do hard drugs.

I am both of the people in this image.

What the hell, are those Delta branded biscoff biscuits? (I’m British, I call them biscuits). Is this real?

Did you come back to find this post after you found yourself chuckling at it hours later? Because that’s really sweet if so.

This feels like an apt microcosm of a lot of accessibility issues — how even when people do what they can to make things accessible (such as adding alt text), fragmentation and complexity leads to an unequal distribution of accessibility. Standardisation can help, but I’ve also seen projects that lose sight of ultimate aims (such as but not limited to greater accessibility) when they treat standardisation of protocols etc as a goal in and of itself. When it gets to that point, I feel like we’re more likely to see a proliferation of standards rather than a consolidation. It gets messy, is my point.

I find it super interesting as someone who has a few different (and sometimes competing) access needs, because some of the most upsetting times that I’ve faced inaccessible circumstances have been where there was no-one at fault.

I’m barely getting by. Too burnt and overwhelmed out to do things that make living feel more worth it, or to get on top of the backlog that’s dragging me down. I’ve just been in survival mode for too long, and I feel like I’ve forgotten how to live — how to be me. I desperately need some aims that can give me a sense of forward momentum and act as a thread that connects different days, but my capacity is so low that even the basics of daily living are too ambitious for me to reliably do right now.

I’ve got a long history of struggling with suicidal ideation and I do worry that some day, I’ll just break and won’t be able to stop myself from making an attempt. In the past, when I have struggled and made attempts on my life, it was because I chose to stop being alive. This feels different because even when I’m at my lowest, I do desperately want to live, but I feel like it isn’t my choice. Either I will or won’t be enough, and to some extent, all I can do is wait and see. That limbo is what’s getting to me though; it’s why goals are good for me — they keep me focussed on where I want to be heading and this grounds me.

In terms of how people could help, I don’t think they’re is anything, besides continuing to be the lovely people y’all are. The world is grim, but I’m actually in a pretty healthy place re: social media usage — the people here remind me of the power of human connection. Anyone reading this doesn’t need to direct me to mental health resources, because I have actually started receiving support on that front. It’s just that unpicking a heckton of trauma and rebuilding a life from scratch is a lot of pressure; it’s hard to feel like life itself isn’t just saying “git gud, scrub”, when the ordeal of getting on top of everything is so arduous.

My gosh, these are incredible. Thank you for sharing them. I cried at Select Star; that is legitimate art.