@n8foo@macaw.social2024-11-08 05:57:33
Maybe if I buy this flower a drink, it will tell me the secret to its optimism #bloomscrolling
@blakes7bot@mas.torpidity.net2024-11-06 11:01:53
Series C, Episode 05 - The Harvest of Kairos
TARRANT: The harvest week ended twelve hours ago. Whatever goes on down here is about to start.
DAYNA: If it hasn't started already.
https://blake.torpidity.net/m/305/432 B7B2
@dankeck@a11y.social2024-11-29 13:50:33
Keep the chip in Christmas! After scouring Spotify for 8-bit and 16-bit holiday tunes, here's a playlist with covers of hymns and carols, midcentury standards, and more recent pop songs. Enjoy chip artists like Tee Lopes, Dj Cutman, Rush Coil, 8-bit Weapon, Computeher, Jim Kulakowski, Doctor Octoroc, Bulby, Mr. Joyrider in a Scrambler, CoolAm7, and Robby Duguay.
@KraftTea@mastodon.social2024-12-17 22:40:04
Sounds like Russia's tech industry - including internet, software, etc. - is seeing sharp declines in revenue, with widespread, major layoffs.
"The economy is in s***. It seems like everyone really needed IT specialists, there was a shortage of personnel, and all that. But the market has no money for development, the marketing tools have collapsed. Although both marketers and IT specialists are needed, there is no money. But everyone is hiding this."
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.com2024-11-25 11:34:08
Sonnet 144 - CXLIV
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;
But bei…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.com2024-11-21 11:34:07
Sonnet 077 - LXXVII
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to th…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.com2024-11-19 02:15:59
Sonnet 142 - CXLII
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robbed others' beds' revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those
W…