During the sales process, you have to clear the inside and the near-outside of your house of junk: Throw it a way, put it away into storage, fill your garage to the gills with it, rent one of those driveway storage containers

I go through houses on sale that have the owners still living in them all the time…

It’s not easy, it’s not quick, but is it worth to you the multiple $100k’s that you can get for your house?

The French le vilain cafard or is that just a Petit Nicolas catchphrase?

Cantonese pook gai

Musical tastes change over your lifetime too, so what was cool when you were a teenager might become cringe later on in life, and vice versa.

And even later on, the things that became cringe might make a comeback and become cool again.

As a broad category, 70s Disco is a great example of that. The Bee Gees, Donna Summer, ABBA, etc etc. were overplayed, but it was popular music because it was good.

60s and 70s soul samples become the foundations for new rap and dance tracks.

I love Judy Collins, Mary Hopkins, Harry Belafonte and other late 60s and 70s vocalists even though they were big before I was born.

What decade would this have been from?

“dark blue color”
“Tesseract was a perfect cube, all sides even. It had different components on different sides, exposed circuitry.”
“It had circuits and other parts like a graphics card does, or a motherboard. The circuit board was a dark blue”

Was it some kind of PC, like the open frame PC cases that started in the… 2000s I want to say?

When CPU/RAM/GPU overclocking was a thing?

Completely different kind of computing architecture, i.e. not x86?

Maybe Steve Jobs’ NeXT?

Health bar

Gotta introduce them to the real world

I actually did that!

Then I forgot about it, and posted asking why I couldn’t see most of the posts in the /c which happened to be from this one user.

But that didn’t stop me from accessing the other posts in that /c.

Meme /c’s are among the highest traffic groups.

If you’re just viewing All traffic on your home instance, you will see tons of memes by default.

On Lemmy’s web interface, in your settings:

Top right user-defined pull-down > Settings

On the Settings tab, just past half way down, there’s a Type setting, which you can select Subscribed instead of All.

At this point, I also like to change Sort By to New instead of Hot

Press the Save button at the bottom of the Settings tab.

Then when you go to your instance’s home page, your default view will be a stream from your subscribed groups.

The bad news is you have to subscribe to enough /c’s to populate your feed sufficiently.

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On mobile Lemmy apps such as Voyager, there are similar settings.

or RAM chips. Or both.

A very macho poem.

Love me some e.e. cummings

Being part of the community at !anime@ani.social

Largely due to the mod’s @wjs018@ani.social efforts at keeping the community alive and active.

Marie Howe, New York State’s Poet Laureate:

Practicing By Marie Howe

I want to write a love poem for the girls I kissed in seventh grade,
a song for what we did on the floor in the basement

of somebody’s parents’ house, a hymn for what we didn’t say but thought:
That feels good or I like that, when we learned how to open each other’s mouths

how to move our tongues to make somebody moan. We called it practicing, and
one was the boy, and we paired off—maybe six or eight girls—and turned out

the lights and kissed and kissed until we were stoned on kisses, and lifted our
nightgowns or let the straps drop, and, Now you be the boy:

concrete floor, sleeping bag or couch, playroom, game room, train room, laundry.
Linda’s basement was like a boat with booths and portholes

instead of windows. Gloria’s father had a bar downstairs with stools that spun,
plush carpeting. We kissed each other’s throats.

We sucked each other’s breasts, and we left marks, and never spoke of it upstairs
outdoors, in daylight, not once. We did it, and it was

practicing, and slept, sprawled so our legs still locked or crossed, a hand still lost
in someone’s hair . . . and we grew up and hardly mentioned who

the first kiss really was—a girl like us, still sticky with moisturizer we’d
shared in the bathroom. I want to write a song

for that thick silence in the dark, and the first pure thrill of unreluctant desire,
just before we’d made ourselves stop.

I feel sorry for your neighbor.

The abused perpetuate abuse is the likely story here.

To find the question. The answer is 42.

If you’re community minded, a free vegetable garden might help you know your neighbors better.

https://foodisfreeproject.org/

Some Like It Hot

What are you craving to eat right now?

And is the paranoia manifesting itself right now, or does that come after?

Ah, so there it is! Thank you!

After getting my search results, selecting the new sort order, I did have to refresh the search by doing pulling down gesture in order to get the results in the new sort order.