No silly that’s brawndo! Gatorade just isn’t there yet you see.

Did you know fish can see through glass the same way we can see in? As long as it’s not curved glass they can see pretty clearly.

If you know to ask you lost long ago. :)

The Game (1997) maybe?

See I mean that’s what I assume, too, but whomever starts their post with metric is clearly not used to the conversions into freedom units and so one must verify they did they math correctly. In case they are egregiously off the mark.

I’m with you on this. I have very few notifications enabled, and read receipts are off on my end (except signal, where like you I only have 2 contacts, and I don’t mind them knowing that I flaked to hell on replying, because they are also neurospicy or intimate partners, and we just have a sort of understanding that as long as we are still close, it’s fine to leave stuff until you can handle it.)

It’s really liberating. I can read texts and then set them back to unread so I know I need to follow up, but nobody else knows I’ve even seen it.

I genuinely wouldn’t be able to turn off notifications tho, not entirely… I absolutely do not look at my phone enough to see the badges. Even with notifications on and set to re-alert 3x, I miss a ton of shit because I try not to use my phone much anymore (I doom scroll too much and video games are better for my health even if they are full of war crimes and sort of fucked morals like rimworld.

Nope, nothing standard about toes, lots of genetic variation! ;)

Is that 7 toes lengthwise or side-by-side? And which American toes? Lady liberty, or a normal human adult, or a child? Perhaps a newborn?

Man I hate our measuring system, it’s so complicated.

I’m chronically online most days and I haven’t seen this on Lemmy yet, nor at all for that matter.

I hate when people whine about seeing stuff multiple times; at least this isn’t a depressing news article being shared in 63 different communities so you have to see the same thing dozens and dozens of times and be reminded how shit everything is…

It’s just a fun little picture with no bad vibes at all. I’m ok with seeing that sort of thing repeatedly.

Haha this reminds me of a sale sign I saw recently on a visit. It didn’t say garage sale, or yard sale, or rummage sale, nor estate sale.

No, it said EMIR SALE with an arrow, and zero other information.

What the fuck does that mean??? I asked my friend who lived there and she also didn’t know. I figured someone was selling something specific, called emir. Whatever that might be; I’m pretty out of the loop.

Turns out it’s a street name. I guess they are selling the whole street?

I have a few hundred, but only about 100 of those are actually on shelves and not in boxes waiting to be donated to the library for one of their book sales. And those on display are mostly textbooks I want to keep around, and cookbooks, and a shelf of comics.

But my ebook collection is in the neighborhood of 120,000. Way back in the day I downloaded a HUGE pack of sci-fi, and another huge pack of fantasy. Sadly nothing more recent than like 15 years ago, though.

It’s overkill big time in that it would take me several lifetimes to read them all even if I managed a book every single day. Just about 330 years not including the comics.

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That assumes black holes aren’t the Big Bang white hole events of new pocket universes of the fizzy foam multiverse.

You could be part of a whole new universe! You wouldn’t know it, but how fun!

My highschool used the same blueprints as the local prison, so… yep that all tracks and they don’t even try to hide it.

All cats.

If it was my old boy, omg I’d love to have 100 versions of him, but the test would be if I sat down, the cat immediately on my lap is probably him, but to be sure I’d bring in some random stranger and sit them down and see if the same cat goes to them immediately. He was the absolute friendliest cat on the face of the earth, even thought the mailman was there for him!

As for the girl I had at the same time, I’d put down wet food aplenty, and then put a pizza box in the very middle of the table with ham in it and see which one could, and wanted to, get it open. She fucking loved pork for whatever reason, and she was smart enough to understand that knocking a food box off the table would get it open very nicely. I lost a lot of leftovers to that bitch.

My current cats… they would yell at me and disappear. So no idea. I’d probably put my quail cage in the room and see which ones don’t give a shit about the birds. That’s probably a good clue. Tho the fact that they would be fighting everyone would also be a good clue, that would not be a happy time. They can’t even stand small wildlife by the door…

I prefer the sound of silence.

I don’t mean the song but I’m also fine with the song (it gives me Frission every time I hear it, so it gets a pass.)

Who wishes sweet dreams instead of seeding their friends and loved ones with specific dream settings?

Whenever I say goodnight to someone I tell them something like “I hope you sleep well and have wonderful dreams of bioluminescent mountain rivers with auroras on the star-lit sky”

And it works about 30% of the time from reports.

True, but I kept two and got another 6 adopted out (two litters, I have one cat from each, and there were some losses, as these were barn cats)

And all of them turned out happy and friendly expect the ones I kept : /

As did several half siblings (there’s like 3 baby daddies in the group and 4 mamas, so the kittens were consistent across about a dozen litters - melanistic tabbies (voids with stripes) gray tabbies (gray with stripes) and regular tabbies)

Since nobody else seems inclined to share the deep darks of their life, I will.

Due to a childhood of neglect, I tend to ruin baby animals left in my care. Not because I want to, but because I’m not nurturing at all. Not even a slight tiny bit. I keep them alive and unharmed just fine, that I can do. But that’s about all I’ve got.

I’ve had a few cats that I’ve acquired as kittens and by the time they hit adulthood they hate everything. The first time I didn’t realize it was me, and I had a cranky bitch who hated everyone and everything but me… for 16 years… after the last time I know it must be me. Because cats from the same litter went to my partner and theirs are super nice and friendly, and mine… one gets so upset seeing other strange cats that she misplaces her aggression and goes after her sister until her sister pees herself running away. It fucking sucks, and I wish I was better for them.

The dog I got as a puppy was poorly socialized, as well, but I wasn’t able to keep her past the first year (pitbull in an apartment, but she was just friendly as hell, not mean or aggressive)

My quail were about ready to see me as mama, same with the chickens, even nestling in my hands to fall asleep, and now they don’t like me… (that one is probably a reach-down problem, they like me a lot better when I reach in at them instead of down from above, but still)

So except where necessary, like farm animals, I avoid getting babies. I’m sterile for this reason as well. I don’t want to pass on my fucked up neglected childhood, even to animals.