I was trying to convince an old Twitter friend to join Mastodon and they were like “well, how many followers do you have on Mastodon?” and I thought about it and realized that’s one of the problems with the Twitter mentality.
On Mastodon—I don’t have any followers—I have friends.
It seems like every person born before 1980 has a baby photo of them being bathed in a kitchen sink and I have a theory that most of it stopped when people got dishwashers and realized it was a much more convenient way to clean their children.
Years ago when I worked for Apple, someone accidentally sent an email to the entire company which resulted in the inevitable deluge of reply-alls telling people to "stop replying to all."
One person responded with nothing more than an ASCII drawing of a unicorn and I loved it so much that I responded directly to their email to thank them, only for the message to come back as undeliverable for a reason I can only assume to be that Apple had already terminated them and deactivated their email.
So long, ASCII unicorn person. You were the real MVP.
I walk pretty much everywhere in Oakland and I started noticing a weird trend where there were a LOT of free chairs on the sidewalks, so I started taking photos and compiling them into a series called “Chairs of Oakland.”
I have way more than 100 photos, but I tried to compile some of my favorites into a main grid and then made a little honorable mentions grid for the more questionable “chairs” of Oakland.
Special thanks to @blankfrank for reminding me about this little project!
I made a bot that takes all of my mastodon posts and tosses them back and forth in google translate until they're complete nonsense and then it posts the output on Bluesky because people seem to like ANYTHING over there.
Whenever Mastodon gets quiet, I immediately assume that the Rapture must have happened, but then I remember that, if the Rapture did happen, most of us would still be here.
Everyone seems to be obsessed with passive income but I’m set on passive-aggressive income, so you should probably pay me back if you care even the slightest amount about our friendship and how much I thought it meant to you.
Inspired by Stephen Hawking, to test if time travel is possible, I threw a party for time travelers but sent out the invitations afterward to see if anyone came.
Nobody came, but I don't know if it’s because time travel doesn't exist or everyone hates me.
When I was in high school, I had a fake ska band and I'd put up flyers for shows AFTER they had allegedly taken place so people would always think they'd JUST missed us.
I also worked in a record store at the time, so I made a card for the fake band and kept it in the CD bins so it looked like our CD was always sold out.
The yellow flyer above my computer is one of the fake flyers.
