Nostr

#[0] Fediblock crew was quick to put the blame on "teh Russian trolls" during blackouts. I suspect it's B4D_US3R, shitposter from Russian fedi who was spamming their groupbots previously.

2y ago

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2y ago

>!!! Multiple package instances within a single package slot have been pulled

>!!! into the dependency graph, resulting in a slot conflict:

Whoever the fuck tricked me into using this meme distro on a homeserver owes me an apology.

2y ago

#[0] Finally, :spazzin3:.

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What do you feel made it stick out?

2y ago

#[0] The fact I remembered anything to begin with.

2y ago

#[0] KeywordPolicy

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#dreamjournal

Woke up in my old apartment where I lived with my mother. Early morning, clocks show 6:66 for some reason. Door rings, mother opens it and gets greeted by some old Armenian man with grey hair who starts talking about some incomprehensible shit with political undertones. She tries to kick him out, eventually does it, then looks into the doorhole for a long time before finally going to work. I look into it as well, the man is not there anymore, but I see two other suspicious-looking men of Caucasus or Central Asian origin walking up the stairs, one of which had a short black hair. Mother finally leaves home when none of the men can be seen, telling me to be wary and call her if something happens.

I keep watching the doorhole, open up the door, and suddenly that old man reappears and starts explaining something in angry tone while moving closer to the door. I try to close it, but it doesn't budge, leaving a gap where he can sneak in. Then I remember about the second wooden door and somehow manage to get out while trapping him between two doors, running out of my commieblock. When going down the stairs, I see that short-haired guy on a first floor, he either didn't notice me or pretended not to.

Now that I'm on the street, I run behind the commieblock while struggling with that slow-motion effect typical for other dreams. Behind it, I see a group of children playing soccer. One of them, a ten year old girl kicks a ball which almost hits me in the face. I scold her, she apologies. I then turn around and see a severed head of some old woman impaled on a tree branch. I start wondering if it's real, and this girl tells me it is, in fact, real, and that woman owed something important to someone. I keep walking elsewhere, see even more severed heads of old people on trees, and wake up, this time for real.

2y ago

I rarely ever remember my dreams, but this one stuck on for some reason.

2y ago

#dreamjournal

Woke up in my old apartment where I lived with my mother. Early morning, clocks show 6:66 for some reason. Door rings, mother opens it and gets greeted by some old Armenian man with grey hair who starts talking about some incomprehensible shit with political undertones. She tries to kick him out, eventually does it, then looks into the doorhole for a long time before finally going to work. I look into it as well, the man is not there anymore, but I see two other suspicious-looking men of Caucasus or Central Asian origin walking up the stairs, one of which had a short black hair. Mother finally leaves home when none of the men can be seen, telling me to be wary and call her if something happens.

I keep watching the doorhole, open up the door, and suddenly that old man reappears and starts explaining something in angry tone while moving closer to the door. I try to close it, but it doesn't budge, leaving a gap where he can sneak in. Then I remember about the second wooden door and somehow manage to get out while trapping him between two doors, running out of my commieblock. When going down the stairs, I see that short-haired guy on a first floor, he either didn't notice me or pretended not to.

Now that I'm on the street, I run behind the commieblock while struggling with that slow-motion effect typical for other dreams. Behind it, I see a group of children playing soccer. One of them, a ten year old girl kicks a ball which almost hits me in the face. I scold her, she apologies. I then turn around and see a severed head of some old woman impaled on a tree branch. I start wondering if it's real, and this girl tells me it is, in fact, real, and that woman owed something important to someone. I keep walking elsewhere, see even more severed heads of old people on trees, and wake up, this time for real.

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RustyCrab

in my "so paranoid about security that I'm looking up quantum cracking" era

2y ago

#[0] They would just crack your bones instead if you catch their attention.

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2y ago

#[0] #[1] Looks like #[2] got some competition.

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J上校👮🇺🇦🏳️‍⚧️

Josh shilled gleasonator and fse and shitting on graf towards the end of their stream before reading superchats. while fse and gleasonator are better than poast i think gleasonator may ban doxing. the best fediverse node of all is, of course, kiwifarms.cc !

2y ago

#[0] Should've shilled cum.salon.

2y ago

#[0] You talking horsegirls as anthro/furries or horsegirls as real girls that like horses?

2y ago

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