I just read the headline and it reads like one of those bar jokes.

Mussolini, Catherine the Great and Schröder (I assume they mean the German ex-chancellor, not my aunt's late pug) walk into a bar. Mussolini goes 'One White Eagle please!'

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sorry, too hot to come up with the rest, some lemmings please come to the rescue - I promise it has great joke potential!

I don't want to see them. I want to see his cat.

Sound - as we are coming into party season. Some techno music was playing all night, the heartbeat-raising kind that travels through the granite, but I was not 100% sure if it also could be a combine harvester working at night, or even my fridge playing up, or a mix of all of these. So I had to listen to the sounds to figure out what they were, all night, and it kept me busy and annoyed. I'm afraid if I don't get my lunchtime nap today I'll throw myself a toddler tantrum later.

Light is awful but I can close my eyes at least.

Lemmy ist ein bisschen wie Methadon. Man ist immer noch süchtig nach Scrollen, aber wenigstens wird man nicht geschädigt von einem überwollenden Algorithmus, nur von den Meimeis der Zeitgenossen.

I like this. I sometimes worry for the youngsters who so urgently want to have a label. I'm 46 now and have been so many different people throughout my life. I have been looking sometimes like a girl, sometimes like a boy, and doing both girl and boy stuff. Transition just wasn't really something easily accessible when I was younger so I didn't consider it. I've identified as bi throughout my life because that was the label that existed at the time but never made it my whole identity. The only thing I wish would change? That the perception of 'boy looks' vs 'girl looks' and 'boy stuff' vs 'girl stuff' would disappear from public perception altogether.

I want to wear my dress, then pick up the tools, then knit a scarf, then dye my hair, then protect someone, then nurture someone, then love someone, then wear the pants, then be the boss, then be the pet - and I want all of these to be non-issues that are not gender-related. They are just human things.

I know this reads a bit like 'It's just a phase' - that's not quite it. I've been proudly weird and non-conforming all my life and that has never changed. I just sometimes suspect the time for the torturous soul-seeking of young folk who urgently need to know whether they are boy or girl could be spent in more pleasurable ways. You don't need a label, you can be who you are on each single day, and that might change quite a lot throughout the years.

Hi, Klugarsch hier, in korrektem Zangendeutsch sollte es doch sicher "Schwarze Leben Materien" heißen, mit Plural wie im englischen Original? Zangendeutsch ist nicht meine Muttersprache, bin daher nicht sicher.

Nichts für ungut, aber ich werde keine Grammatikratschläge von Menschen annehmen, die so verschwenderisch mit Apostrophen um sich werfen!

Btw Hi häufigsten Gebrauch, I'm schmorp!

Never. AI is unethical. It is environmentally, socially and artistically unsound. Guzzles water, owned by billionaires, steals artist's work.

Is killing puppies okay if I want to make a really cool fur coat? What if the coat is made out of fake leather and just the collar is made of puppy fur? That's not really a lot of puppies for a really cool coat, wouldn't you agree?

This is yet another one where one has to check if onion or not because the writers of this stupid timeline seem to be on drugs.

At this point 'white' is a cultural thing, and probably it's time for a new term. I also keep calling them 'old white men' because that's what most of them are, but the mental illness is of course not limited to them.

I think you are doing a great job for calling your employer out on this. Really, more than half of the people I meet who are employed in the work force are absolutely reaching their breaking points yet they are so used to obey they just continue let a relentless system kill them slowly. I can't really give you practical advice on how to act, I've been lucky enough to avoid situations like yours by being a freelancer hiding at home, but I've been following your posts and just want you to know I admire your tenacity. Don't let this bring you down mentally and spiritually, you're on the right track and if more people had the courage to act like you we would not all be in the exploitative situation we're in.

They kill us with work, and when we burn out they diagnose us with mental illness. I just won't accept this gaslighting logic anymore.

The problem here is with strawberry monoculture. Big ag has been lying for years that their ways are more productive, and so we have huge stretches of the same stuff. Turns out huge stretches of the same stuff is not good for anyone - not for the plants that are not made to live in monocultures. Not for the workers whose bodies were not made for eight hours of doing the same, not for the soil that thrives on diversity.

So if we could move away from monoculture in anything - social structure, city building, work setup .... why insist in 100 ha of maize and 8 hours of doing the same when we already know that these concepts don't work.

Cat helping in the garden: 'Here, let me walk between your legs while you balance between garden beds!' - 'SWAT! There was a fly on this plant! It's dead now (both are).' - 'Weeeeeeeeeeeeee! Zoomies through freshly seeded stuff!' - 'I will now lay down here and guard this garden path. You shall not pass. Mind my sharp claws!' - 'Meeeow. Meooouw. Mrooooow. Mrooooauw. Meeeorrooooowau. ....' 'Look, I brought this live shrew into the garden for our entertainment!'

The bogeyman will eat the parents first, and then hopefully won't be hungry anymore, at least for today.

Interesting, here was I during the last weeks, back into hiding and vaguely feeling annoyed with people, for no particular reason, but this is quite a good reason. Mix of feeling exhausted after trying to appear like a person for a while, and frustrated because others seem to profit and I just get tired. I'm learning to reduce my social interactions not to what I think is acceptable for others but to what is acceptable for me. Turns out I just want to see others maybe one or two times per week and often prefer one-to-one over group settings. My energy is returning to normal and I feel like myself again.

I sometimes wonder if bugs and bees have cute images of humans flying and crawling around naked and collecting pollen and nectar

We all need to slow down. When caught in a stupid job we can be as slow and dumb as one can be without being fired. It's very relaxing to stop worrying about being 'Not Good Enough'. Even if we are too weak to fight we can slow this trolley down, one stubborn act of silent quitting at a time.

When talking about fighting capitalism and imperialism i always hear something to the effect of “but, my tasty supermarket snacks”

FUCK YO MUTHA FUCKIN SUPERMARKET SNACKS!!!

Like seriously, you lazy fuck head. You can get your fucking snacks from this thing called a garden. Grow some Cucumber and Beans and stop whining, you weakling!

obviously /s you arrogant wanker

Slowly recovering from times of outer turmoil and inner change. Slowly learning how to enjoy things again after being depressed for very long. Habits are strange, I still catch myself wanting to be miserable sometimes and have to remind myself 'We don't need that anymore, just get back to the work you like and return to the no-worry state.'

I can see more than 300 trees from out of my window. I feel like my stubborn refusal of being normal and following the rules brought me here and feel like I've secretly hacked the system. I also feel that more than half of the city dwellers wouldn't want to swap places with me after they learn there's bugs everywhere and no AC.

The 3-30-300 rule is an excellent benchmark. I'm more than a little surprised that the only German cities achieving this are in the Ruhr area around Essen. Really, wtf?