Ladies and gentlenerds, it is with profound pleasure that I introduce to you,

Mira Delenn Furlan Dane

I don't know how but she already loves me.
It's truly amazing.

Changed my #OpenBSD writing-dedicated box from running #cwm to #i3wm -- I like cwm, but it's still a bit too mousey for my taste.

I also changed all of my fonts (both xterm and i3/i3status) to be bitmapped (the "fixed" font), so everything is looking REALLY crisp.

Maybe I'm getting quite crochety, but at this point, I think I'd much rather have a lower res screen with crisp bitmapped fonts than a crazy high-res screen and vector fonts.

The only thing I'm missing is #emoji. My i3status looks like
cpu 31% | load 0.80 | mem 9% | dsk 13.4% | net Gallifrey 82% | chrg 89% 0.00W | Sun 2024.05.26 06:42 AM

instead of
cpu 05% | 📈 load 0.29 |  28.5% |  disk 59.7% |  Gallifrey 67% |  Sun 2024.05.26 06:42 AM

A #RustLang story...

yeah this basically sums up every rust experience I have ever had:

oh cool a new app I want to try.
huh. it's written in rust.
I guess i'll just compil..........--
laptop catches fire while downloading cargo.
I type rustc into my terminal.
the walls start melting.
Somewhere I can hear richard stallman screaming.
My laptop is incinerating into glowing ash.
the earth opens up and nerds who only program in C start climbing out
They eat my computer.
earth closes back up. walls solidify. fire is gone.
I am eating a sandwich on a sunny hill with my wife and daughter.
I never touch a computer again.

—Anyonymous

I glance over
at the bed
on the corner of my bed;

this odd fixture;
out of place,
a cat's bed
in a catless home.

It just melted into
the background pattern of the room,
and became
just another thing
there.

Had I forgotten,
that this bed you almost never used
was the one I carried you in
the last day of your life?

When you were too weak
to carry yourself,
I carried you.

In
that
bed.

on the corner
of my bed.

This background fixture
dormant for so long
suddenly sprang back into view.

And I remember
just how many days
the scent of your tiny body
clung to those fibers.

And there i sat
so many times,
inhaling memories,
exhaling tears.

#GoodnightPoem
#rlDaneWriting

I'd like to interject for a moment.

What you're referring to as #Mastodon is in fact the #Fediverse.
Mastodon is not a network unto itself, but rather another open component of a fully functioning network made useful by #ActivityPub.

Every Mastodon user is in fact a user of the fediverse without realizing it.
There really is a Mastodon, and these people are using it, but it is just a part of the greater whole. Mastodon is one example of a service using the AcivityPub spec, and is an essential part of the Fediverse, but of limited utility by itself; it is best understood and functions at its greatest when used in combination with other Fediverse services.

A #Poem:

> Would you log in with your Google account,
> Would you log in so we can all keep count?

I do not want to log in with my Google account,
I would not wish to do so on a mount.
I would not like to do so in the air,
I would not like to do so anywhere.

I do not like mass surveillance and AI,
I do not like them, O creepy little guy.

> Would you log in with Google for Pinterest?
> Would you do so to check your account's interest?

I would not, could not to check my interest,
I would not, could not to browse through Pinterest.

I do not like mass surveillance and AI,
I do not like them, O creepy little guy.

> Would you, could you for a fiverr?
> Would you, could you for internet fiber?

I would not, could not Google for a fiverr,
I would not use that log in to get fiber.

I do not like mass surveillance and AI,
I do not like them, O creepy little guy.

I do not like surveillance with my mouse,
I do not like surveillance in my house,
I do not like mass surveillance and AI —

Not in my house,
Not with my mouse,
Not to order flannel,
Not to change the channel,

I do NOT LIKE mass surveillance and AI,
So begone with all your cookies, you creepy little guy.

#AnAttemptWasMade #GreenEggsAndHam #DrSeuss #Privacy

https://pixelfed.social/p/rl_dane/624046548353847361

Got my sweet furson home.

Severely anemic, he can only walk a few feet at a time, and has trouble going to the bathroom.

Making an appointment for his... graduation tomorrow morning.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Until I see you again, son.