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So cute! Thanks for sharing!
... I'm the same age as Ubuntu.
This is beautiful! Does anyone know the software used to create this visualization?
I used to work with the networks of a university, sometimes dealing with DMCA notices. I'm honestly surprised I didn't ever see anything super weird; it was only ever popular movies and TV shows.
What I'm trying to say is, I'm surprised the creators of the furry porn cared enough about their intellectual property to send out DMCA notices.
No, you're supposed to do that, aren't you? When I was learning to drive they taught us to be defensive drivers.
Olive and Pickle sound like crude bathroom signs.
Thanks, I've subscribed to the RSS feed. I'm not yet in the habit of reading RSS feeds rather than my lemmy feed, but at least I'm populating it.
Also, in the spirit of !savedyouaclick@lemmy.nrd.li, the main thing he wishes he had known was that it was more important to strive to be prolific, not good, because in doing that you learn so much.
He didn't mention this, but this reminds me of another story I heard, apparently from Art & Fear by David Bayles and Ted Orland:
The ceramics teacher announced on opening day that he was dividing the class into two groups. All those on the left side of the studio, he said, would be graded solely on the quantity of work they produced, all those on the right solely on its quality.
His procedure was simple: on the final day of class he would bring in his bathroom scales and weigh the work of the “quantity” group: fifty pound of pots rated an “A”, forty pounds a “B”, and so on. Those being graded on “quality”, however, needed to produce only one pot – albeit a perfect one – to get an “A”.
Well, came grading time and a curious fact emerged: the works of highest quality were all produced by the group being graded for quantity. It seems that while the “quantity” group was busily churning out piles of work – and learning from their mistakes – the “quality” group had sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay.
I was really lonely and scrolling up really old posts in this community to talk in, and maybe others sort their feeds by recent comments meaning my activity pushed it up. Or maybe I just like ascribing more responsibility to myself :P
Edit: I sort by recent comments, so this post showed up in my feed. I don't know why the others started commenting on it 10 hours ago though.
Math education, probably. I don't have any numbers, but there are probably far more people taking calculus in high school than there used to be, and a lot of them are probably taking it earlier than senior year. At least that was my experience compared with my parents'.
Also, this is unrelated, but it's strange that this post has (at the moment) 20 comments but only 5 votes.
Please don't "look her up and down". Nobody I know would want to be checked out by an acquaintance or first date like that, and she is most certainly not "unconsciously" seeing you check her out. She's painfully aware of it.
If it's someone you're actually dating already for a few months, then different story. But if it's a stranger you're on your first date with, then please don't do this.
What a strange fabricated memory/dream. It seems strange also that your parents locked their door. Is that indicative of dreaming, possibly?
There are five color theme options which is more than some other apps provide. Can't customize it down to the hex value, but it's good enough for me.
That sounds great. I remember seeing really old sites with these.
This is so anti-nihilistic that it makes me happy. Thanks for the perspective.
I don't see any connection with cultures. It's just "image" slightly mispronounced, I think.
I don't normally watch streamers, but I suddenly want to watch you streaming lichess.
Snap on Ubuntu. I totally did not comprehend that it was proprietary; I just thought it was convenient, like apt.
I didn't know anyone would say that with a straight face. It's so funny to me to just imagine some grown-up playground-bully type call another grown man a "man whore".