When I used to work in the office I probably worked about 5 hours a day at most. The rest was spent on personal projects, fucking around, whatever
Now that I work from home it varies between two and four.
My production is exactly the same.
Just some guy.
When I used to work in the office I probably worked about 5 hours a day at most. The rest was spent on personal projects, fucking around, whatever
Now that I work from home it varies between two and four.
My production is exactly the same.
“Putang ina.” (“Son of a whore”)
They said this charming Filipino phrase whenever I did something stupid. So, often enough to count as a catchphrase.
True.
Also, not only are people nicer on Lemmy, I find that I’m nicer on Lemmy.
Seems like a nice enough guy, but I’m not a fan. Which is fine, since I’m not his intended audience.
Mostly Harmless.
Allies.
This isn’t the 90s anymore. Today, unmoderated/poorly moderated online spaces are breeding grounds for the usual toxic assholes who ruin everything.
Blackadder, Red Dwarf, Fawlty Towers, the IT Crowd, and (oddly) The Good Place.
The Universe is a big place, so it almost certain.
But so far we don’t have compelling enough evidence to verify this.
Absolutely. If you’re willing to eat horse, more power to you.
I still subscribe to a couple of niche subreddits because their lemmy equivalents haven’t taken off yet. But aside from the occasional check-in, I don’t really visit any more. Amazed at how much time I wasted each day on nothing.
If they gave in on day one or two, I may have stuck around.
But as it stands, a week without Reddit has effectively broken my addiction. I’ve already uninstalled Sync from my phone, deleted my comments, and I only see Reddit pages when they show up as relevant search results.
So they could reverse direction tomorrow and I would be indifferent at best.
At this point, I’m not going back out of pure spite.
Most everyone who left will return. Some thousands of users will actually leave Reddit permanently—but they will be replaced by users who have never used a third-party app, don’t care about privacy or accessibility or anything but memes and boobs and endless scrolling.
I wish them no ill will, but I no longer wish to be in their company.
Nicotine.
I stopped counting when my last nicotine hit was, which I think might be the key here. A couple of years at least.
No urges, never even think about it.