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  • It really is magical.

    I read to my wife sometimes, since she enjoys it and it seems to help her migraines for some reason.

    But it doesn’t have to be a partner even.

    Back when my body betrayed me and I had to quit working, i was depressed as fuck. My best friend would sometimes just sit and read to me. We got through the entire narnia series eventually. Ngl, it was part of what kept me alive through the early stages of it all

    Read to your homies, folks


  • Aight, ima weigh in because I want to, not because I need to.

    But I didn’t write my first piece of fiction for myself until I was in my thirties.

    I didn’t write the first the public to read until I was almost 40.

    The first two kinda sold, but didn’t. Like, I had a publisher, and it flopped because zero marketing, and mid tier writing. I never said it was good, just that I did it.

    Since then, I’ve finished another novel, am partway into the sequel, have a short story collection I’m editing for self publication, and I still haven’t made more than twenty bucks on anything published.

    However, like Tolkien, that first story I wrote for the public was after years of writing stuff in general. Custom fiction, little stories for individuals in my life, that kind of thing that wasn’t for me.

    So, if you expect to crank your first story out at 45 and have a hit, keep dreaming because you’d need a shit ton of luck and connections. But from 45 to 50 (my age), you can get a fuck ton better, and have fans, if you choose to share your work.

    It’s never too late to start. It might be too late to get good, and even if you do there’s no guarantee it’ll sell, but don’t let that stop you






  • Yeah, there’s always a lot of flex in social movement. The harder you push, the further you get; but unless the system resilient enough to most adapt, it snaps, or it rebounds. Neither of which is a reliable form of change.

    To me, once lives are no longer on the line on the big scale, it’s better to ease up and push for change gently from the bottom up rather than forcefully from the top down.

    It doesn’t fix problems as fast, but once they get fixed, the populace’s inertia will serve up keep the changes as the status quo. Since the kind of changes that Francis was making were the kind that work from the bottom up, despite him being a power, I look at his changes as the result of the work already done, rather than something that was supposed to be the vanguard of change.

    But, like you said, moving slow means that there’s going to be people getting ground down by the system as it exists. Even once you get past the point where people are dying frequently by way of violence or gaps in the system, there’s still going to be death, and suffering, until things change completely. But if you don’t slow down once that goal is met, the serious enemies of humane change will fight harder and nastier.

    You end up with a worse situation overall by pushing until a system breaks. You get the crazies making desperate moves instead of being gradually worn away.



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    I mean, I did say for a pope there.

    And it’s possible to be flawed and still have compassion. Should he have done better? Absolutely. But he was better than the pope before him, and the one before that, alllll the way back.

    It’s okay to recognize the good in a person while also recognising the bad.

    However, this is c/lemmybewholesome and it wouldn’t have been appropriate for me to bring up the bad in a top level comment.

    It’s fine in child comments, imo, but if a community is geared around things being uplifting and positive, a top level comment should stay focused on those things. It’s one of those things where if I have to say something that drags down the overall thread, I shouldn’t say it at all. So I focused on the good side of things.

    And, again, I did say that he was decent for a pope. I acknowledged that he had flaws indirectly in as friendly a way as possible by phrasing things that way




  • Mastodon on my pen name.

    Piefed for the hell of it.

    Used to use one of the “key” forks, but the instance I was on shut down, and I never went back.

    Haven’t really bothered with the rest because they don’t fit any needs, and tend to be based around things that aren’t my personal interests enough to use regularly. Peertube, I’ll never put videos up, but I use it when other people link to it.

    That’s really it. I don’t want/need the kind of services friendica is for, nor whatever the name of the Instagram clone is, and loops is totally not my thing.

    I don’t have anything against them, mind you, I just don’t use those kind of platforms




  • Eh, I get the rule. On the surface, it seems stupid because the subject of rom options is pretty integral to privacy

    However, discussion of roms tends to always devolve into what amounts to fanboyism at some point. You end up with a lot of “yeah, but” and “but they are/aren’t” that covers the same ground every single time, and users have to wade through the bullshit to get to anything useful.

    It’s the same conversation every time, so you reach a point where it’s better to just outright ban rom/os so that other issues aren’t drowned by that.

    It’s damned if you don’t damned if you do, there’s no good choice, so you make the choice that’s less hassle on average




  • I tell this story a lot because I miss the hell out of her.

    In 2007 I brought home a corgi. She still had floppy ears to go along with those stumpy little legs. She was being house trained, and the fastest place to take her was in the side yard.

    One day, a canine buddy saw me and came jogging over. This fella was a pittie, about knee height to me. Big, brawny pooch. He was also as sweet as he was big.

    My little Luna love did not know this. She catches sight of him gallumphing our way and almost jumped in front of me, between me and the ghostly white beast. She was barely taller than my ankle

    Her hackles rise, and this puppy growl starts unzipping through the air.

    She’s a mouthful for him, if he was that sort of dog.

    But she was going to take him on if need be. He, however, sat down, cocked his head and just looked back and forth between me and her.

    I take a knee and get her redirected, then calmed down enough to introduce them. Didn’t take long, since the big doofus did a play bow and snurfled her, and she switched immediately to fun mode.

    So, we go in the back yard where she can be off leash, and they romp until she’s exhausted enough to fall asleep between his paws. Took all of ten minutes. He gives her a bath while I’m petting both of them.

    Eventually, she wakes up, and we go in, while the hephalump meanders home.