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She may be a Puncke: for many of them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife.
W. Shakespeare, Measure for Measure (1623)
Damn, you really old.
Synth noodling conceptual artist
She may be a Puncke: for many of them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife.
W. Shakespeare, Measure for Measure (1623)
Damn, you really old.
Adore the darktable gang.
I’m gen-x and I am at the point where I don’t know if I say anything unironically any more.
(But you are spot on, slang is there, always, and it mutates as it is needed, but it isnt generational so much as sociopolitical and regional.)
Nah, its for “grizzled tanman”. You oldies just don’t get it.
Dunno, just feels like a vague statement with no real evidence.
Sort of like, “you wouldn’t know my girlfriend, she goes to a different school”.
…we didn’t start the fire…
Really, which scientists?
The comment section of that video demonstrates why many people ate put off by the Linux community.
Sure, the guy made a bad call on manjaro, but the weird smug comments and toxicity as a response seems disproportionate.
The arch userbase pretending they did something more difficult than follow a recipe.
I was 34 and this is still all true.
If by us, you mean American christians, then sure.
Wait… The very notion of the seven deadly sins is a Christian construct… It only really applies to us anyway…
Ah. My bad. Carry on.
Right you are g’vnor
Rock it like a Brit. Most things in metric except for your height (feet and inches) and your car speed (miles per hour) and when you measure your manhood (inches… Or fractions thereof).
Also, milk is pints.
Land is acres.
And the ponies run furlongs.
Let’s call it Newgle
Yes, do this if you want your work to have the same feel as every other writer who runs their work through an llm.
Bucky has one purpose. It’s the thoroughbred of not-spirits.
Best served warm and straight from the bottle to the back of the throat.
(Idiots)… Way to roast normal people. Don’t know if they will ever recover. The best bit was putting it in brackets.
You are normal people.
Web in the search, AI in the search, personal assistant in your files, things in your things that you don’t want, didn’t ask for and are struggling to extract.
Oh no, I get you. I think we are a similar age.
I was at the Reading Festival in '96 and I think offspring were playing.
There was a slightly older guy stood in the middle of the crowd shouting, you call this punk… This ain’t punk. This ain’t shit.
The kids were laughing at him.
This week in Glasgow Green Day played a gig and all I saw was middle aged men and their daughters wearing matching merch t-shirts.
I’m assuming at some point I travel back in time to '96 to try to stop this.