As a Mac user, I like Time Machine for backups. It’s not perfect, but it gets the job done. There is a Linux version.

Nb. I’ve not used this particular software, so YMMV.

You can turn it off when in Mlem. It’s worth nothing Mlem is iOS only.

Where are all those “free speech” and “censorship bad” people to complain about this travesty of American freedoms?

🤔

No. 1

You saw how that house was decorated. It was asking for it.

Mm hmm. But we can replace droves of workers with robots, AI, and H1B visas?

It’s not the “industry” in danger, it’s the executives. “God” forbid they have to learn a new trade. They might actually have to make an effort.

If dropping a penny from the top of the Empire State Building is not capable of killing a person on the street, what damage can be expected from dropping a deuce from the same height?

I bet that little girl felt so loved by anon, and died more happy having had him in her life than without. I can’t think of a better way to live and to die.

Live your life so that there is someone out there that will never feel alone even when shit is really bad, and die knowing that someone out there loves you so much and will miss you when you’re gone.

Knowing Trump, it’ll be a little sippie cup of dried semen.

I like wearing your wife’s panties too.

He didn’t like the competition.

Blah blah motion of the ocean blah blah.

I hope I’m wrong, but it wouldn’t surprise me if everything recently wasn’t according to plan. Everyone stalls the trials long enough to get Trump elected, and now that he’s elected, let the trials continue until he’s found guilty. Use that as a means to impeach Trump from office, and then replace him with a younger, less smelly, boot licker that’s easier to control.

The ol’ Detroit Reach-Around.

Knock knock…

It was all the buzz in those days!

Honey, stick around; I’ve got more where those came from.

TIL Bernie Sanders is an alien.

I would call my boys to tell them I love them. I would let my ex know that my dog needs to be picked up tomorrow. Then I would eat the remainder of my gummies and go to bed. My dog of course would likely follow and lay beside me as I drift off into nothingness.

Happy cake day!

For decades it has been ingrained in men that they are to be held to a very specific standard. Men don’t cry, men are strong, men have to take care of everyone else, stop your whining, I’ll give you something to cry about, be the alpha male, that’s “gay”, strength, weakness, and so on.

My father, and grandfather, both grew up with a code of silence. Feelings weren’t talked about, but relayed through their wives; except anger. That was given directly through corporal punishment (hand or belt).

I was always “emotional” growing up. I cried “like a baby” over “nothing”. No one ever came to check on me, or console me, during any of my “fits”. In fact, there were times I was ridiculed for it (sometimes by family members).

When I was 19 my grandmother died. I was really close with her; she was the only one who ever came to my aid and defended me. It tore me up so bad I could barely talk without breaking down. I was told multiple times that I shouldn’t be so upset, and that I was overreacting (by my family). Everything came to a head when all at once my cousins, aunts, uncles, and even brother yelled at me because I was being selfish and unreasonable, and insensitive to my grandfather because “he just lost his wife”.

Oh, and apologies are for “pussies”.

Anyway, it’s not really about me. I wanted to paint a picture for you as to why I’m lonely. Do with that what you will.