khapyman

I live in the countryside and my better 3/4 has always had horses. We've had many cats at the stable and one in particular swam in bowls that the horses drunk from. One horse in particular preferred the water that tasted like cat.

Quite a few of them/we/us end up in thrift shop/second hand/army overflow.

That makes it so very frustrating when one tries to determine if somebody is a nazi or an elder goth.

If this comes to pass I'll just revert to ways of my youth. I'll spend more times with books and there is no such thing as online communication or SMS or anything.

I do what I can to not have that future.

Not to be snarky, in programming there's rarely (in situations like this) a reason to keep count. Computers are exceptionally good at counting integers so they'd just count individual client id's (however they've implemented that system), not keeping toll on how many clients are in a group chat.

So one client, be it at position zero is a one client group. Add another client at position one and you have two clients and a two person group.

All joking aside I've just scrolled random amount on scrolling ones and just hit 'end' on dropdowns for decades.

Anything that really needs my actual birthday has a proper method of authenticating who I am.

Leave it to the Internet to be the best (and worst) of all.

I'm at best a poser punk but the diy ethos always rung true. That said one of my favourite places online is a local old school punk forum. It's niche enough that with its own problems there's still a community.

In my experience that's kind of what an online community needs to be. Not exclusive, but niche enough. I too used to be on Reddit, got there when the great Digg migration happened. Those days it was small enough to have have a community on some subreddits. Gradually it got the point that when I'd read the article or had a reasonable thought about the question there were 11000 replies and anything worthwhile was already said.

These days Lemmy feels kinda similar to the old Reddit. Maybe things stay the same or maybe they change and there'll be another place I log on.

All that said, what OP posted is profound. What you posted is too.

At work I have to use Windows, Notepad++ is my safe place. It is fast, there's plugins for years, and it handles (with some wait time) 100 000 line long documents.

Me too. To this Day our national Electric invoice standard uses ISO-8859-15. An that's just fine until somebody feels the need to have a look with Notepad, add a random space and save the file.

Notepad then helpfully changes the encoding to UTF-16 and the whole patch errors out somewhere down the chain.

I don't want to be too much of an asshole. In any case, I'd like more Germans being the meme Germans and less of them being the fax using, sending random pictures as Excel files and demanding answer in snail mail.

And yeah, I do work with quite a lot of legacy German industrial machinery. The average German I interact with is quite possibly closer to the end of their career than to the beginning. But on this particular lemming said experience is taxing.

I do live in a bit of a different part of the globe. It is a losing battle here on side of humans. Trees pop up and every year there are less people around.

I like it here, may it make me a hillbilly on a flat ground or not.

It's not like Finland is a perfect country. It's just least shit one.

On the last paragraph: it is quite common for a horse to be perfectly comfortable on a particular route. Be it from stable to field or on regular riding track. And after half a decade something that has always been there is just unbearably scary for them. A rock, a fence post, a post box, literally anything.

And on those kittens - horses are quite elaborate on their body language. That cat had made her nest behind the wall of said horses stall. Behind that stall was an area mostly relegated to tools - wheelbarrows and shovels and such. Said mare was also extremely interested in food, when something is more important than evening meal it raises eyebrows. First thing that comes in mind on situation like that is illness.

But that time she was clearly healthy and happy. Every time we'd get close by she was neighing and pointing with with her head. And sure enough, there was a nest behind the wall and sure enough the cat and those kittens needed a bit of help.