Matthias

So close yet so far. My feet don't get to touch solid wood. They get to touch luxury vinyl _painted as wood_, that bends under my office chair casters.

2026-07-13 02:53:27 CEST

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> clean up the place
You'd be gone. I'd be gone. Are you on God's "good" list?

2026-07-08 02:29:33 CEST

She went on a date and immediately said:
I want this one.
This is the one. I want this one.
This is a perfectly good one.
I'll have it as mine.
And he agreed.

2026-07-07 19:27:50 CEST

The poor bald guy in MS Teams meeting - Teams thinks he should have more hair, and because of the bg cutout, his background is showing up as his hair.

2026-07-07 16:51:51 CEST

I wish that a website could be built around an Npub. Such as if you were to take all the tweets from a certain individual, and compile them into a website. But the website would actually just be a frontend to Nostr.
Other people could interact in a gated way, such as leaving comments, voting, reputation systems. This could be extended with a moderation system. I'm sure there are NIPs for many of these.
I don't remember her name, but — there's a lady who apparently her descendants really liked the things she said, because they published a book of her sayings. And there's a website outlining her doctrines, and everything. It's that kind of idea, but connected to Nostr.

2026-07-07 16:45:04 CEST

The Wisdom of Matthias

2026-06-22 01:07:14 CEST

"The world's oldest brewery... brief hiatus during the dark ages..."

2026-06-17 03:17:48 CEST

Frozen but with a better singer and less gay norse shit

2026-06-10 21:58:48 CEST

HEY CULLIGAN MAN

2026-05-17 19:49:02 CEST

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Is there a standard that lets you to maintain one identity/profile using multiple names?
More resistant to impersonation attacks. Like if someone created a new profile that's an exact copy of yours, and said "I'm the new Vitor Pamplona!"

2026-05-12 16:46:59 CEST

Thoughts on a failed business relationship.
I ran out of gas and had to quit. Meanwhile, he and his buddy were blasting off to the moon generating intricate UIs using AI. (Not-yet-working UIs, that is...)
I had floundered in our first effort before we pivoted. I was lazy, disorganized. But in my defense, I was blazing new ground. Perhaps I can claim that it was demotivating... My task was to connect to CRMs, but we had no actual CRM accounts. So, I was caught up by testing, or the lack thereof.
My main thing is that I wanted this software to work. And I was on the hook for it working. If it broke, they would look at me. My partner promised up and down to be understanding. But I believe what I know about reality: it's my responsibility to ensure that this "money-making machine" stays running.
We had a pause and then pivoted, to a new strategy (which was all his idea). I had expressed concerns about not having enough time to work on this project, between family, and my actual employer, and other concerns of life. He came back with an even bigger and more ambitious project.
Forget about MVPs. He was blasting off to the moon with AI rockets strapped to his thighs. Hope he can steer.
Toward the end, it became clear that I had to disengage.
We were not on the same page anymore.
I was not on board anymore.
I liked my normal life.
"Do not wear yourself out to get rich. Have some wisdom and show restraint".
There's nothing wrong with becoming more rich. In many ways, I am already rich. Riches are good. Wearing yourself out is not, (yourself and your family).
Listen, if I was just a lone wolf like him, I could stay up for three nights straight to tackle an issue and bring it across the finish line. But, I can't do that anymore. I thought I could. I did for a while. But, not anymore.
I am "having some wisdom and showing restraint" before I cause damage that can't be undone.
I have children who need my influence on their life, and not the influence of a stressed, disorganized, and ultimately inadequate father.
If I am inadequately managing _three_ things, then one needs to be removed.

2026-01-23 21:38:07 CET

Leveling up involves playing a game that you've never read the rules for.

2025-11-12 21:01:15 CET

I wonder how many of those "pack a day" smokers were really just "light a cigarette ... take a puff ... hold it in your hand ... notice it burning out ... light another one ... maybe puff once or twice" kind of smokers?
If you're not thinking about the cost of every cigarette, then this might make sense.

2025-11-02 03:05:15 CET

Is it just me or did bald from bald and bankrupt go dark? We saw him in one of Johnny's videos. Entire vibe shift. He is not the same person that he was in his older videos. And then you see the skull figures on his kitchen countertop.

2025-11-01 23:38:26 CET

We're going more and more fragrance free. The last thing I want to smell when doing laundry is some dorky chemical fragrance. So I love the unscented movement.

2025-11-01 23:20:40 CET

I never got why some people don't like washing their toothbrushes with soap.
(these _people_ used to include _me_...)
But, The smell of soap is a lot better than having plaque and toothpaste crust.
I have soft water by the way. So some of you wouldn't understand.
(_You don't know who you are._)

2025-11-01 23:05:50 CET

What's up nostr. Should I get a real face pfp?
But is there a website where I can go to, that digitally alters a headshot of myself in a way not very detectable by humans, but it throws off the facial structure recognition / encoding algorithms?
Possibly "AI powered", even?

2025-11-01 23:02:52 CET

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And a quick chkdsk...
man, I was worried that my blood pressure would be caused by _food_

2025-11-01 23:02:00 CET

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Oh! The luks password too! Normal.

2025-11-01 23:01:34 CET

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And now I'm getting scared by a fucking GRUB screen ... that I told myself I could be fine with.

2025-11-01 23:01:04 CET

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In the middle of a Handbrake queue, and when I'm trying to stream upnp from downstairs.

2025-11-01 22:59:54 CET

My toddler just deadass turned off my PC rig by pressing the surge protector reset button.

2025-10-20 05:31:01 CEST

Main on Madison feels super dead. Edgar Wright type of stuff...

2025-10-18 01:42:40 CEST

The man's kids were not permitted to answer him with the phrase "nothing..." --- for example: ("what are you doing?" / "nothing...") --- because, as he explained, actually the phrase "nothing..." is short for "nothing you'd understand", and that's something that _parents_ say to their children.
"On your end -- there _are_ things you truly don't understand. On my end, there is no such thing."

2025-10-11 11:01:50 CEST

Have you ever tracked another person? I have. After a weed deal gone south. I tracked the motherfucker through neighborhoods and backyards, and intercepted him. I popped up _out of the dark_ yaknowhatimsaying, like I emerged from a fucking shadow. It was right shit. But the most we did was just puffing and eye raising. Maybe some arm waving too. I wasn't going to do shit, because I was a fucking pussy that didn't know how to fight. I could probably land some blows, but suffice it to say "I have never fought a fight" is what it was until then.
Maybe I was tased in this happened backwards, but at some point I run into his twin brother, my friend Ricky and his brother who is younger but bigger. It turns out that Ricky's other brother was impersonating him on instant messenger asking me to come down and serve him weed through the window while he ghosts me and doesn't pay for it. So I was pretty pissed at Ricky, but Ricky had nothing to do with it. He got defensive. I got to pushing. The two of them got to fighting me and I ended up on my back in the gardening getting walloped, and at some point lil bro was whacking the top of my head with something pointy. I call it quits and they get off and we part ways.
It turns out I got bloody. The top of my head was cut open, and blood had been running down the front of my head. Just a little, I hope. And I had to ride all across town on my scooter (yes, we had a cool ass scooter that we could totally just ride fast, you know?). But that night, when I got home, I had to explain to my brother that I got robbed, and there's no money, and no weed.
But he was actually fine with it because the weed was pure shit. We had actually grown it, until my dad discovered it and my brother's closet, and poured bleach on the plants, of all things. And I don't know what he did with the plants but we got the plants back, and sure, they were pungent with the district smell of bleach. But it was weed.
And I felt bad betraying Ricky by selling him bad weed. But I'm glad we served it to Eddy, because fuck that guy, we didn't know him. And he fucking robbed us. Eddy just served the weed immediately to a guy in the nearby shopping center. So essentially it was a victimless crime? Some bitch ass with a car has to buy twice? Idc. If you trust a guy like Eddy then maybe you get what's coming to you.
So I get home and wash my head, in the sink, as is the normal way I washed my hair sometimes. I could see it faintly, in the sink. But what I most remember was the distinct smell of my head oils mingling with the blood. A very distinct smell that I would remember later in a similar injury. These kinds of injuries don't happen that often. Anyway, I wonder if other guys know the smell of blood and hair. It's a fucking weird thing to talk about, sorry...
Anyway, so that's what happened that night.
After that, Ricky and I's relationship was strained, and his little brother _hated_ me (it turns out it was all posturing, which disappeared once I responded with humility and love (which happened after I got saved). Eddie wasn't in school, so I didn't hear about him much. But Ricky was a funny guy. I liked Ricky, and he was a decent guy back to me. He had a genuine smile, and was funny. Not calling him a saint or anything. But I sort of did a thing by _willingly intended to sell him shit weed_ just so I and my brother could get paid. In other words, *I betrayed him to get high*. And that sticks in me as something I haven't yet asked for forgiveness for. Ricky, I am sorry.
But I have done many things in the cover of darkness. From creating a second moon, to stealing and sneaking, even with buddies on occasion. Had to all sneak out of our parents' houses but yeah. But I myself did a lot of shameful sneaking around at night. I regret doing any of it. ...
But let's talk about the plain aspect of _sneaking_. Walking silently. Looking for others. Hiding silently in shadows while they pass. Really ninja type shit. I once laid in the shadow of a car beside a sidewalk, as one of the townhouses let their dog out of the front door to pee. I heard the clicking of the dogs paws as he walked past my head. Undetected. So I could do some ghost shit. That's not to say that I never met another man in the dark. I have. But you don't say much to them. I once only saw an ember glow in the back of a house I was walking past. With no sense of alarm. Who the fuck smokes a cigar on their back deck in the pitch black in the still of night? It's sort of what I'm doing right now, minus the stillness of the wind..
I'm smoking, which has risks and considerations. I have to do it in secret, outside. It needs to be dark so that the neighbors don't see me. And also I have family that I don't want to see it.

2025-10-11 10:06:21 CEST

"in Jesus' name _let it be done_" is what you're supposed to say, people. How did we miss this?

2025-10-11 09:49:42 CEST

Ending my posts with periods like a sensible adult.
Which I am now. Though it feels weird to say.

2025-10-11 09:48:39 CEST

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Threats were made, I'm sure.

2025-10-11 09:46:36 CEST

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What type of helplessness? Like not being able to handle the power going out?

2025-10-11 09:44:12 CEST

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Too real

2025-10-11 09:38:35 CEST

So my mom was crazy.
At least, that's how I would describe it. Nobody said it officially. We all knew she had turned weird around my middle school days. Saying random stuff about holes and taking you on long rants. As if she had a psychotic episode. And that was fine I guess, it simmered down...
And she stop taking her meds and developed a sort of nomad lifestyle with simple dress, no TV watching, and taking long walks to random places. She never lifted a hand at the house. I wonder what she resented, because you could feel something was there. She would always be acting gracious and smiling her fake smile. Her tight lipped Swiss smile. Only Americans show their donkey teeth. What a spirit of presentation and falsehood.
She died at 60 from cancer on her eyebrow and ear that spread to her brain. It was over pretty quickly, thankfully. But she's still did sometimes yell and rant. On her best behavior when we visited, she told my then 4-year-old daughter that "death isn't real". And I mean, there is a valid point to that, but you're going to seriously whisper it to a child?
One of the few things she probably ever said directly to her.
Let's talk about how my mom talked.
She would talk to you for long stretches of time even if you completely disengaged and ignored her and turned away from her not moving a single muscle in your face or body. She would continue. She spoke like a master web weaver. But instead of a web, she was like a ring-tailed lemur leaping from crab to crag across canyons. If you're going to follow her, you better be quick. And I lost the trail The few times I tried. And she wouldn't track with you, or she wouldn't care. And if you were to ask her a clarifying question, it got stonewalled. So fuck that, I'm not going to talk to you if you are not going to talk to me.
And she wasn't actually talking to me. Because she wasn't actually looking at me. I remember once watching her eyes as she spoke to me, in a sort of sullen scientific observation. She truly was not looking at me. Her eyes blinked like a sick mouse. Overwhelmed with so much pain that she could not entertain the terror of observing another human soul for a moment.
She never asked me any questions that weren't statements. (Not that I spent too much time around here. That I hate to say.)
But you couldn't fault her for much. She was like a helpless but harmless positive soul. And when she opened her mouth she didn't usually speak bad about anyone. Unless it was to chastise my dad by calling him a squirrel or say something random about some politician.
It sucks she didn't give a fuck about us. It's like she stopped giving a fuck a long time ago about us. She seems like the kind of bird who would lay her egg and leave it. And somehow my dad convinced her to have five kids. Or, I don't know exactly what the plan was, or who was involved, besides the obvious. I don't want to accuse my dad frivolously. For all we know, they were both stupid at the same time. I wouldn't put it past them!
So was I born to two stupid parents? Absolutely not. They were both very cunning and intelligent. And I know which is which. However, when you don't know how to communicate well and express your feelings in a genuine and healthy way — it makes you end up looking very stupid in very many ways.
Obviously, we as children only log your faults. It's only after we're 35 that we start wondering about your virtues. Or maybe I'm a rare case.

2025-10-11 09:15:29 CEST

With some of the shit I say to my wife, I wonder if I'd be a poet if I'd lived 100 years ago. Probably a Hemingway, though I don't really know who that is. I don't read fucking poetry. Nobody speaks right.
Nobody talks my Speak so I got to speak it myself.
Even that.
Who the fuck says stuff like that?

2025-10-11 09:08:14 CEST

Ok, so our new church is great. They can fucking SING and I love the no nonsense / no acting.
Granted, I spoke over the building and the church before the day it even started... and it was great! How much the former correlates with the latter who can say?
But they sang new and old songs. Not too old though. We're talking about the golden 90s guitar-and-hands type of worship music that the cool churches sang. ("Our God is an awesome God" ring a bell..) And a couple of new songs. One was a Hillsong classic, and the other was a decent song I had never heard before.
The whole day was amazing. May have been the top of the mountain honestly. Makes you wonder if you're about to die, kind of feeling. Lmao. The last meal before me destiny awaits.
Life really has been getting better. Even in the midst of troubles, some of the most troubles we've ever had. We are thriving and dynamic. I think it's _because_ of the troubles, actually! It's so ironic how that works.
What it is, is that for the believers in Christ, we had a rapture scare and it made us realize that we'd be good in heaven. And we actually thought that we wouldn't mind arriving there. And so, even though the scare was a false alarm, and certain people need to de-platform themselves, or now getting ready for real for it to happen at any time. And we're cleaning the table to leave. And we're speaking true words and seeing the optimism and everything, and making friends with people as if we're saying our goodbyes. And it's a good fucking way to live, truly!
But as the kingdom of light sees the dawn approaching, so the kingdom of darkness sees the end of its days draw nigh. And it might act differently.

2025-10-09 07:34:02 CEST

Mm. This pizza tastes like I've never had a meal in my life

2025-10-09 03:09:35 CEST

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Or even worse: there is some planned obsolescence in here and you need to find it and fix it.

2025-10-09 03:08:57 CEST

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This took so fucking long to write out...

2025-10-09 03:08:22 CEST

"Do not use outdoors." ???
You're telling me I shouldn't use this flashlight outdoors?
Where the Fuck else ...
...Would I Need a Fucking _FLASHLIGHT_?
But then I realize, as I read, ...
There is an underlying tone. From man to man. A message written by the sad engineers who were forced to give up a decent IP spec for the sake of cost cutting.
But they are laying it out for you, in the text!
- "Don't use it outdoors."
- "If it gets rained on, it's gonna break."
- "We are not allowed to tell you that ... _if you take it apart, you can probably seal it up and have it be fucking *waterproof*_."
Suffice it to say that I'm gonna get out my tools real quick...
https://image.nostr.build/911155ef76103dfab12d435b5a94bec5a97310902ec92116d4ee8df35c5e9c41.jpg

2025-10-09 02:42:27 CEST

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And if I weren't a poor ass bitch then I would spend a buck or two extra for something that smells nice.

2025-10-09 02:40:39 CEST

The difference between Windex and the store brand is that _Windex smells nice_

2025-10-09 00:25:49 CEST

Looking up from my shopping list in the store like: "I know Kung Fu".

2025-10-08 17:02:29 CEST

My new policy: I follow anyone who is a real genuine person, and doesn't post evil stuff.
(By evil I mean anything negative or disturbing.)

2025-10-08 17:01:28 CEST

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What's up system76! Followed 👍

2025-10-08 16:59:25 CEST

The somber realization that not every funny thing you want to say is something that should actually be said...

2025-10-08 09:50:45 CEST

Yeah GPT, you better think longer. It took me a while to write that...

2025-10-08 09:35:51 CEST

There's probably a marketing segment that is titled "running out of hard drive space" and companies might be selling that information. What if your web browser did that? Like, what if Chrome went evil? "Time to push our cloud storage offerings, because he's feeling the heat!"

2025-10-08 08:13:06 CEST

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And the white glove wearer isn't going to let the white glove get too dirty. After all, it is a _white_ glove.
White is fucking _fancy_.

2025-10-08 08:10:13 CEST

Some of those accounts that you follow are accounts that sometimes enjoy posting demonic content. Maybe just a little. Just a nudge. Just a disturbing image. Just a slight bit of terror. Something gross.
Get those polluters off your feed.

2025-10-08 08:07:44 CEST

I now understand the white glove thing. The whiteness of the glove is not a reflection of how clean the outside of the glove is, but how clean is the hand that's inside.
And gloves can be washed. They might get stained, but that's not the point. They're clean after being washed.
Christian, you are the glove, and the hand, and God is also the hand... John 14

2025-10-08 04:22:41 CEST

Programming is like washing the dishes. You scrub this dish, you rinse that dish. Then you put it all together and start the machine.

2025-10-08 04:20:45 CEST

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And the ones who don't know what Rado tastes like probably assume that it tastes horrible or something. Actually, it's not a bad taste. It's just another thing. An overbloom of the yeast bacterium, If you let it sit too long. A nibble is not going to make you sick, unless something's wrong with you.

2025-10-08 04:19:12 CEST

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Have you eaten raw dough? Do you know the taste, the smell? If something comes to mind, then you may have taken a nibble. As have I.

2025-10-08 04:18:20 CEST

The world is separated into those who have eaten raw dough, and those who haven't.

2025-10-08 03:49:54 CEST

Ocean spray knows that the people who are going to buy the cranberry juice are the ones that water it down

2025-10-07 01:35:31 CEST

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AIs can't fart, so instead they do shit like this

2025-10-07 01:34:08 CEST

Tonight the air smells like how it did that year when I started smoking weed (the second stretch of me doing it in my life)

2025-10-07 01:32:23 CEST

I sometimes have good thoughts, and I sometimes have bad thoughts (posts, I mean) — like dog shit on the bottom of your shoe thoughts

2025-10-06 23:45:45 CEST

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I know! We need to get more people and help connect them with each other.

2025-10-06 23:44:06 CEST

What's wrong with a little spirituality?
Doesn't it bless people?
And motherfucking bitches will say, "but you will depart from truth". Those fucking bitches don't understand it. Because they never had it.
And I did hear about this kind of thing before I had it. But I understood that I didn't have it! So don't fucking talk to me about how this is some surprise to you.
But I am rebuking what they call, "the religious spirit". Not that I think it is a spirit more than an attitude.
They don't know that the spiritual stuff COMES FROM truth that IS revealed by scripture!

2025-10-06 23:13:12 CEST

I want to follow people who are anons, but actually human. Like at some point you can tell whether someone's a bot. But I don't want to scroll through 10 pages of their tweets just because I'm inclined to know. We need some sort of grapevine web of trust system...
And also, I want to chat with other reasonably unhinged individuals, sharing our quirky reasonably (but not two reasonably!) unhinged views and opinions.
It's all good dude. No one is going to hunt you down and shoot you. Unless you get doxed of course but the thing is nobody will fucking even want to do that unless it's a assignment from the devil (in which case you have other protections available to you).
No one in this social network will ever be offended, because everybody say weird retarded profane shit on it. BECAUSE it's anonymous!
And the cool thing is, not everyone who says weird shit is completely retarded! Sometimes they are interesting people, especially to interact with.
All the good jokes are by nature weird shit that's why it's called funny. Funny is a word for weird! ("that looks funny"). And with some jokes, you sometimes look to each other and say, "he sort of has a point!". That type of interaction is very valuable in society.
So? Am I saying that giving everyone anonymous profiles on nostr is the solution to world peace? No! That's completely ridiculous for you to think that.

2025-10-06 23:05:14 CEST

I never thought I'd be changing my pants for another man.
It's not what you think...
Me looking a little too good and some tighter work pants, knowing that his wife would be getting home right about as we work .
And just thinking, I don't want him to even worry about how good my legs look.
Of course nobody will ever fucking know this, besides you fellow anons.

2025-10-05 18:58:09 CEST

"It's always nice when they come over"
yeah — it's because I command your spirits to shut the fuck up and quit messing with things while we're here.

2025-10-04 18:16:29 CEST

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How can I get my npub considered reputable?

2025-10-04 18:13:53 CEST

PSP: Post-Sex Paralysis
#iyk

2025-10-04 08:26:10 CEST

It's practically almost 2026

2025-10-04 07:31:56 CEST

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It's the main characters against everyone else, really. If someone else is gonna save you, then you ain't the main character.

2025-10-04 07:20:11 CEST

Alignment charts? Ah, the account is probably run by a 12 year old.

2025-10-04 07:17:52 CEST

I don't think the "chaotic evil" box is a real thing, because the chaos isn't real. No, it's deliberate. It's a battle, whether it's won or lost, or negotiated. But the negotiations end in only one place: death; terror overtakes you, and you are torn from your body into hell by demons.
The battle is caused by ideas spread by evil spirits, based on the thoughts, words, and circumstances of the human party. And if the blood and forgiveness of Jesus is not applied, then there is no answer to guilt. So the unsaved person is at a particularly bad place if he ever falls to sin. Because he cannot get out of the guilt. And then it only gets worse. At best: "guilt sucks to be in". At worst: "what have I done?". Praise be to God for pulling me out of that.

2025-10-04 07:07:35 CEST

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I feel like I just got shat on 😂
Now I can't follow you without looking like a little bitch 😠

2025-10-04 07:04:49 CEST

No, just a tangible realization of a plausible scenario where the government could figure out who I am.
Not that they would fucking be interested.

2025-10-04 07:01:05 CEST

"This Old House"? Nah, for me it's "This Fucking House".

2025-10-04 06:43:00 CEST

Wow, that one developed structure...

2025-10-04 06:42:41 CEST

By the way, all of my tweets are for entertainment purposes only. I am very serious when I say this. Life is fundamentally funny, if you look at it with the right backdrop. It's why we watch sitcoms instead of reading the Bible. Hilarity is when you hear people say wacky shit. Wacky shit that isn't true, even. Modern day parables. So none of the facts I state in any of my posts shall be taken as fact—only as parable.
P.S. Yes I fucking use ems. I went to grammar school. And, you know, sometimes I want to use Mark for its intended purpose.. and it sorta pisses me off when someone tells me I can't.

2025-10-04 06:37:59 CEST

It's because the feeds are upside down. Somebody fix this — invert the web layout. Create new scroll to top semantics. Fuck the boomers (not really).
But that would be some top cyberpunk shit right there. Or a badass nostr client.
Fuck I got to learn react native and vibe code this shit before the founders on here get tipped off.

2025-10-04 06:34:37 CEST

I post some banger shit. And not a like. Not a single comment. Do I need to learn marketing to join nostr?

2025-10-04 06:33:48 CEST

Dude nobody is fucking using this thing. I might as well have an anonymous edgy WordPress blog.

2025-10-04 06:32:41 CEST

"Father, please bless them beyond their recognition" — is an absolute fucking BANGER to drop during the prayer.

2025-10-04 06:07:42 CEST

The birds sing the song of the day; the crickets sing the song of the night.

2025-10-03 14:35:31 CEST

Sia's crackling voice does not sound good. "Yeah I heard you were a wild one. oOoooOoooohhhh"

2025-10-02 03:27:50 CEST

Things are happening with my father-in-law right now. We're praying him into the kingdom. Tonight, I sent a pivotal text message. A long one. The first one. It was masterful, probably spirit influenced. And I could have left the part in where I called him a fucking asshole, amongst adjurations that we should as men be able to call each other assholes sometimes. Again, it was masterful. And I hit send and now the ball is on his side of the table. I should add that we don't really talk in person. This is some special ops shit.

2025-09-28 20:04:49 CEST

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I was thinking about this the other day. You gotta be friends to some degree with the people you work with, because business works smoother that way.

2025-09-28 20:02:34 CEST

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Banger

2025-09-28 02:59:17 CEST

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I wonder if one day she will take comfort in knowing that even now, there are people that still see the girl in her. But would obviously never tell her.

2025-09-28 02:57:54 CEST

There was an author that said: the secret recipe is already perfect. It can't be improved on in any way. And that is how I think the inventor of TheraBreath mouthwash must have felt at some point. Because, the original flavor is genuinely the best. Not sure why the other ones exist. Marketing I guess...

2025-09-28 02:54:52 CEST

It seems plausible to suspect that one or more free image hosting web sites are three letter acronym owned and operated.

2025-09-28 02:18:04 CEST

I'm realizing now that underwear was invented to fundamentally keep dust from falling into your balls.

2025-09-28 01:56:43 CEST

As I take off my boots and the soaked pant legs descend on the once warm fabric of my socks, and dry too, ... I now realize how good these boots are.

2025-09-28 01:34:11 CEST

I feel like I need multiple noster identities so no one can correlate some of my shitposts with some of my other shiftposts.

2025-09-28 01:33:04 CEST

At the curious conclusion of my pressure washing activities tonight, I have found myself at the crux of my identity. I now realize that I am suspenders wearing man for life.
Because I found a pair of Dickies on eBay, and discovered their belt loop patterns coincided with suspender clips (which I was researching for some reason) and now I wore these pants while working — pressure washing my whole driveway today.
And it was raining ... drizzling? It's raining.
Who can say which?
And I just took a piss at the edge of the yard, as one does — and when I went to adjust my pants, the adjustment happened in a way that I did not even know was possible
with the suspender belts sliding over my shoulders as I reposition my torso with respect to my pants, and — I realize now that I could wear suspenders every day for the rest of my life.
Like some of those celebrities who have an image to uphold or whatever. Not that I'm trying to become that ... it's just that ... I get where they're coming from, with the suspenders.

2025-09-27 20:45:12 CEST

Blessed are those who know the festal shout, who walk in the light of your presence, LORD

2025-09-27 04:17:57 CEST

Hannah:
I don’t agree with almost anything he had to say EXCEPT how he viewed his position in his family. Saying his wife and children come first, that his wife could have whatever she wanted even if it meant he would go without. I would never want my husband to go without but seeing how men treat their wives today it was a breath of fresh air. But seriously, I have done the research, watched his videos, seen his interviews and he did have a lot of racist/sexist/homophobic opinions. My biggest issue I’m having with followers of his just scream “you’re taking it out of context!” … no, I’m listening to everything he’s saying. You can’t say something egregious and then sprinkle in one nice thing in the same paragraph expecting it to make it all better
Klesko:
See that's fine. You just need to respect people like me that grew up in the 80s and are very thick skinned, have aged conservatively, and simply don't find him controversial. There are even thousands of black, minority, and gay creators on this very app defending him very intelligently and essentially proving that he was the opposite of racist or homophobic if you really listen to what he's arguing for. All of the world's religions teach two genders, but also love and acceptance. He embodied that well. Perspective is everything, and liberal or idealistic types tend to try to think FOR minorities and the oppressed. They have good intentions, but the privileged white perspective is not reality. A good example is all the white folks screaming about the deportations, while I work every day in construction with these great legal Latino men who voted for Trump and don't even understand why liberals are upset? Perspective is key. You can have your opinion, as long as you respect those that directly oppose you, like Charlie Kirk did so well.

2025-09-25 07:59:49 CEST

GitHub is pretty gay IMO. Can't approve your own PR, in your own fucking repo. Fuck you...

2025-09-24 07:29:06 CEST

We get deep into the pussy, but they get deep into our vulnerabilities

2025-09-22 06:21:54 CEST

12 Virginia oil lamps are for face. Never knew you means I can't see your face.

2025-09-22 05:10:55 CEST

If you're doing really good in life, you're always haunted by the thought that you might be that "perfect family" that had that horrible tragedy, because that's how all the stories go. Thanks TV.

2025-09-22 04:22:54 CEST

Ok Android but WHAT FUCKING YEAR IS IT?

2025-09-22 03:11:00 CEST

"It's because _mommy's water bottle_ doesn't have bacterial overgrowth..."

2025-09-21 04:26:05 CEST

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Is this profanity?

2025-09-21 04:25:54 CEST

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I will say that everyone likes the smell of their own farts