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Cake day: June 25th, 2025

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  • Welcome! Hope you like beans!

    If you browse all, do be aware of what community something is posted in -before- you reply to it. Make it a habit to check. A lot of our communities are for minority/minority-on-Lemmy groups (vegans, trans people, women, etc), or intended to serve people from any number of countries. The posts in these specific-group-serving communities frequently show up in all, just because of the size of this place and how the system works. Don’t comment in English on the German posts which will flood your feed every morning if you sort by top, 6 hrs, and don’t have it blocked (I don’t block them cuz I’m very slowly learning bad German via memes!). Not a woman or trans person? Don’t post in the women’s stuff community. That sort of thing. These rules are usually listed in the side bar for the community, so it’s easy to check before you reply, but you can also ask if you don’t know and can’t find the answer yourself.

    Another important thing is IF you are going to use AI, whether image generation or text generation, only post it in AI-friendly communities. If you don’t know if a community is AI-friendly, assume they aren’t until you find out otherwise. A large chunk of comms and users are actively trying to avoid AI content, and most of us don’t want to read a bot post you had generated, so you’ll get downvoted for it. Downvotes don’t really matter, but they do give you a sense of how your comment is received. You should be able to disable downvotes if you don’t want to see them, I think, or it might just be a piefed feature, I’m not sure (it’s fully interoperable with Lemmy, but with better tools).


  • What’s considered excessive?

    Cuz there’s a lot of really amazing animated stuff out there these days that’s definitely not for kids, and some people, myself included, prefer it over live action.

    For me it’s largely because a “meh” voice talent is far better than a “meh” live-action talent, since you can’t see them. Animation is also lovely for people with prosopagnosia (face blindness) because animated characters usually look wildly different in easy to notice ways.


  • Yep. I’m almost 40 and still ride shopping carts through the parking lot. I climb on stuff, I jump around, I sit on the bare floor. People look at me funny and I smile and wave. I get visibly excited for things like riding the subway (not from an area with good public transit), or figuring out how novel things I see work. It’s fun. Life -should- be fun. Being a “mature adult” is boring and I don’t want to do it just because some crusty old shit says I should.

    Social norms and stigmas for inconsequential behavior are silly. Are you happy? Are you hurting anyone? If yes and no respectively, you win life!


  • It’s not noises… but hope it counts as creepy!

    My mom was big into ghosts and stuff (not something I believe in. I’m very skeptical of things that are unproven or that I don’t have data on) so I was sort of raised with creepy nonsense being pointed out.

    We lived one place way out in the woods, not near any major roads or anything, smack in the middle of the property we had, and the back of our property butted the back of someone else’s property so there was just woods for several miles in that direction, no paths or roads or anything. I’d explored it several times because, well, that’s what kids do when they have nothing else to do. Trespass.

    My mom did a bunch of digging into the history of our property and found out that the person who built it back in the 1850s or whatever had died in a fire out in the woodshed in the middle of winter after something caused the house to be uninhabitable for a period or something (i don’t recall the details but given what she unearthed about him, my bet was he was just a drunk and set the place on fire while passed out, either from a lantern or smoking, died of smoke inhalation before he woke up). He built the foundation of the place himself and left a handprint in the mortar between the boulders, I assume that’s why my mom latched on to him to explain any weird stuff. At one point she found a silver baby cup and decided it was his from childhood for some reason. Anyway she tried doing seances and stuff, had a creepy friend who was taking advantage of her, you know the drill.

    My bedroom faced the back of the property, and for four nights shortly after one of these seances and around the anniversary of the guy dying, there were bright lights moving across the top of my bedroom walls for hours, like cars were repeatedly driving by, but the only major road out that way was a highway several miles away, and light from the roads had never come in my windows before. And this light was really bright. Like the cars were driving by a town lot. The motion was too smooth to be someone with a flashlight, it had to be cars. Never happened again that I’m aware of.

    I still don’t know how it happened, but it was in winter so I have to assume something about the conditions that week made the light carry farther than normal, maybe reflections or something carrying light from a different direction, coupled with super dry winter air. Very creepy timing. Probably wouldn’t have stood out in my mind if it hadn’t happened so close together.


  • I got detention multiple times for reading in class before they basically gave up. I was getting good grades and paying just enough attention to the classes I read through that if called on I could participate, but it was boring and slow, and books kept me from being disruptively bored. I barely stopped reading all day and would burn through 1,000 page books in under 2 days (the public library gave me a second card to use for inter library loan to not use my normal checkout slots on shipping days :). Thing is, detention didn’t have a no reading rule, because in a school that would be silly, so I’d just… keep reading. So they called my mom who was like yep, they just read all day here too, so they stopped trying to punish me for it. My English teacher had the right idea and didn’t care if I read the assigned books or paid attention in class as long as I did the vocab tests and wrote up a one-page report on every single book I finished. Far more work, but much better suited to what I was going to do anyway.

    I also got in trouble multiple times for wearing absolutely nothing other than pj pants (like yea shirts and stuff too but never jeans). I contested them giving me detention for it, and got off because it wasn’t an official rule in the handbook, something I’d explicitly checked prior to my wardrobe shift to comfort and giving no fucks. They changed the handbook the next year and I switched to solid color athletic pants in obnoxiously bright colors, and I again got in trouble, and contested, and same thing got off because it wasn’t explicitly mentioned.