In the last months of the 2,022nd year Earth Common Era, #Dgar was led to the Mastodon herd by a werewolf from Melbourne, where they climbed up onto the thick matted wool of a beast affectionately known as AusSocial.
Dgar gripped onto the coat and screamed “Hello World!” No one except the werewolf heard.
Dgar began exploring, moving over the beast. So many interesting personalities, such diversity, and although no one seemed to notice them, Dgar noticed the inhabitants. They were being… nice to each other. Courteous and understanding of differing views and perspectives. Dgar was a bit weirded out, but continued to explore.
Explore.
Suddenly the view opened up and Dgar saw the herd for the first time. Beasts just like AusSocial, but all different in their own ways, stretching to the horizons, as far as the eye could see. And there weren’t just Mastodons either. There were all kinds of beasts, all carving out their own little niche. Someone behind whispered “That’s the Fediverse.” Dgar felt the presence of millions of people, working together, competing, evolving, developing… and despairing.
Dgar wandered from feed to feed, community to community, and slowly began to realise that almost everyone was talking about the same things.
Billionaires ruined some place that wasn’t anywhere near as good as where they are right now.
The depressing state of politics and the media that supports it.
Despair over misinformation and the people who believe it.
Gun control.
Climate change.
Natural disasters.
War. Murder. Disease.
Stop!
There’s no jokes.
There’s no shitposting.
There’s no laughter.
There’s lots of love and understanding, but when you look for something funny, there’s a few people asking “Where are all the jokes and shitposters?”
Dgar resolved to fill this niche, and began tooting every joke they could find. For several months, they tooted a joke or meme every twenty minutes while they were awake, and as often as possible while they were asleep. They would traverse great distances, well beyond the herd, to sift through what at times seemed like piles of refuse to find puns and funnies.
After some time, Dgar became known for the funny toots, and many people followed them.
Today, like most days, Dgar climbed up to take in the view of the herd, and a giant smile broke upon his face. There were jokes. There were memes. There were terrible puns. The toots emanating from the very top of AusSocial were light hearted and humorous takes.
It was beautiful.
And so Dgar finds themselves re-considering their place in the community. Does the Fediverse need Dgar to lift their spirit with stolen jokes, old puns, and scavenged memes?
Maybe.
But maybe not so much.
Perhaps the 2,024th year Earth Common Era will be the year Dgar begins concentrating on what Dgar loves.
Making music.
Thank you all for your support. Big love to each and every one of you. ♥️
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I've been here for a while. I feel a second #intropost#introduction is in order. I have a masters degree in vocal pedagogy and performance. I love D&D. I shitpost a bit. I'm a leftie pinko commie.
I bet the massive (and growing) resource consumption of cloud computing is largely because seemingly every CI job downloads (a) an entire operating system, (b) a full set of pinned dependencies, (c) the full version control history of your project, then (d) builds all of them from scratch, then (e) it’s all thrown away and run again because you just force-pushed a typo fix.
If your parents merge the scrap of the old bar of soap into the fresh bar, then technically, they're still using the same bar of soap you used as a kid.
Basically its some PHP that generates very simple/awful web pages with a CSV file as a data source (yeah it should be an SQLite DB or just statically generated data - I know) to act as random bingo cards to play along with the election, cross them off as they lose their seats :)
Mi stavo facendo i fatti miei, quando a un certo punto ho notato che sono le 3 di notte… eccetto che non erano le 2:59 di notte un attimo prima, era appena l’1:50 o giù di lì! Quindi mi ricordo che è successa la #magagna: l’ #oraLegale! O #oraSolare in questo caso? Aiuto non mi ricordo mai!!! ☠️
Nel frattempo mi ricordo che è finalmente il 31 marzo, quindi è ora di fare del sano #shitposting. Oggi sarà il 31 marzo e le transfem già si stanno preparando per il cambio di stagione. Ricordate che l’amica che vi ricordate esiste ma non vedete mai in giro soprattutto quella con i poteri del teletrasporto questa sera si leverà di dosso il mantello dell’invisibilità annuale, uscendo dall’armadio infestato in cui ha deciso di non voler più vivere. Il 90% delle mie sorelle stasera deciderà di fare coming out o con quella persona particolare appena conosciuta o con i propri amici d’infanzia (ovviamente supportivi), questo lo fanno dai 15/16 anni. Nel mentre noi segregate in casa che ci leviamo il mantello in fibra ottica giusto per tradizione ma poi il giorno dopo si torna subito come prima, perché altrimenti non regge la scusa “noo è per il meme, pesce d’aprile, still cis tho”. Ricordate che se non avete sfruttato i vostri 20 anni nell’armadio per imparare quantomeno a vestirvi con gusto avrete sempre dei rimpianti, una psiche danneggiata, non sarete mai normali. Chi pensa che non sia finita è una povera illusa. Scusate, dovevo farlo, questa ce l’avevo da parte da troppo tempo, anche se non già scritta (domani mattina la rileggerò un’altra volta dopo il risveglio e mi vorrò sotterrare per il #cringe, scommettiamo 🤗?…)
rule
real
this meme captures some of the spirit of this mag
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let it go sis
w or L rizz?
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