Getting to experience improved mental health thanks to having a private quiet place you can think and relax? What a weirdo… (That sounds amazing, I’ll take two!)
Getting to experience improved mental health thanks to having a private quiet place you can think and relax? What a weirdo… (That sounds amazing, I’ll take two!)
Merry solstice!
I respectfully disagree - it’s very easy to contract comment threads you have no interest in (at least on my client if I long-press a comment, it hides the comment and all responses), but I sometimes enjoy reading through an actual discussion two or three people have in a comment chain. They may be few and far between, but that’s the nature of an open forum.
Discord is great for tracking specific projects being run by small groups. For example, I use it to track the status of a Radical Heights fan remake, and also to get updates when a specific user creates 4-bit quantization of LLMs and to read chats of ways they are being implemented.
I spent more time at Reddit then I did in the K-12 education system. I have a lot of good memories and learned a lot from both, but I have no desire to return to either.
I doubt that will happen, but when I am reading Lemmy threads I usually develop quite a thirst. To combat that, I drink Brawndo the thirst mutilator. It’s got electrolytes!
I don’t know if this counts as creepy, but back in the 90’s I was backpacking in the Olympic Peninsula for a couple weeks with my cousin and came across something slightly disconcerting. We were on about day 5 and decided to do a day hike from our camp up to Claywood Lake, which is a small lake in the summit of Mount Claywood. The climb up was an adventure on its own, but as we neared the top we started hearing some deep banging. As we crested the ridge we saw a wonderful snowfield sloping down to a decent sized beautiful frozen lake.
On the far side of the lake about 2/3rds of the way up to the far crest, there was what appeared to be a very tall humanoid who was picking up rocks the size of beachballs, holding them over its head, then throwing them down the slope. The rocks made loud banging noises, then disappeared into the frozen lake. We saw two more rocks thrown, then the figure went up the incline with a few quick strides, went over the crest, and was gone.
When we made it over to the far side of the lake we saw the holes in the ice the large rocks made, but unfortunately up where it was standing was all shale so there were no tracks we could find. I guess it could have just been a very tall hiker dressed all in brown that decided to throw some rocks, but I’ve never seen a person move like that, especially considering how quickly and effortlessly they went up a shale incline that was steeper and more difficult then we thought once we got there.
I was never a person who thought Sasquatches exist, but my cousin and I were both a bit shook and didn’t stick around long before heading back to base camp. After talking it over around the fire that night, we both agreed what we had experienced was inconclusive, but rumors and legends might come from somewhere…
It’s no surprise that anyone with enough intelligence to have the clearance to handle this case wouldn’t want anything to do with it. The writing is on the wall (and in the ballroom, in the bathroom, in the poolhouse…)
Is there a website or resource that describes this in more detail? First I’ve ever heard of a cracked .IPA