My partner used to just say “What do you want?” around dinner time. “For dinner” has been added now because I kept answering with things like “Enough stability to self-actualise and achieve fulfilment” and “Something to exorcise the fears and insecurities dancing in my blood”.
Mostly because it was fun, but also because I appreciate people asking me the questions they actually want me to answer and not round-about crap.
Planeteers (that is everyone on Toot Planet), if you're using the web interface right now, reload it~ Mentions at local accounts (other people on the Toot Planet instance) are now styled with a :tootplanet: instead of an @
Does anyone have experience with mounting tape? The sticky bits that came with my corkboard aren't doing the trick and i have to be careful because of the landlord
Fountain pen hack: after using the 1:1 solution of windex to water to clean your pens, you can use the same solution to clean off the ink you just got all over your fingers. Just rub it on the ink stains--and then wash your hands with actual hand-soap and rinse to hell and back so you don't have windex on your hands. Works a charm!
#ActivityPub support on Write.as was just the first part of what I wanted to create for the #fediverse :fediverse: Next, I wanted a place to read everything in peace.
Soon you'll be able to create an account on the Read.as instance, and follow platforms like #Plume and #WriteAs that federate long-form articles — for now it just needs to be run locally.
Anyone here ever had to deliver a talk about your creative work? How did you tackle it? I've been asked to do a ten minute talk at a photography exhibition in less than a month and suddenly it's like all my insight into my own work has disappeared. Incredibly stressy about it.
Every time I look at screen my mind goes blank. Maybe I need to go to pen and paper first...
The only thing I like about Google Photos is the Rediscover This Day function, which as a #parent is just fabulous.
3 years ago today, and it was the first time my daughter walked to school on her own.
And yes I'm an overprotective Dad, and I should have done it sooner but where we live is full of corporate psychos in BMWs (and boy racers in Fiestas) who charge up to road crossing people and blast their horn when kids are crossing the road.