I posted a .gif in a comment the other day just using the base lemmy.world interface on desktop and it Just Worked. I don’t know about other clients/UI’s.
I mostly screw off on lemmy while I’m supposed to be working, so I exclusively use the desktop interface in a browser. From what I understand, the different apps and interfaces don’t all quite support displaying the same types of content or even markdown… yet. For instance, a I had another poster tell me that spoiler tags don’t work in the Boost app.
I think you can upload just about any damn fool thing as an inline image and the server will take it; it’s just a matter of the client being able to make heads or tails of what it is and display it appropriately.
My dog. What the heck goes through her tiny dumb, dumb brain? I mean, I’m sure it would be about 90% “feed me! pet my belly! give me cookies!” But that other 10% might explain a lot.
Oh god so many I could ruin this post. Music is my most important processing art, and many of the musicians I listen to are very important to me. So I’ll limit myself:
“We took a weekend, drove to Provo.
The snow was white and fluffy.
A weekend in Utah won’t fix what’s wrong with us
The grey sky was vast and real cryptic above me.”
The Mountain Goats ~ The Mess Inside.
Because the work to get better and overcome truama isn’t easy or short. I’ve done a lot of wonderful things with my wife, and we’ve both come incredibly far from our truamas. But most of the nice things we’ve done had very little impact on that recovery. To paraphrase a Ray Ramano bit from SNL, you’re still gonna be you in Italy.
“I don’t fall in love, I plummet.” ~Ashley Virginia ~I Don’t Fall in Love
“You can’t stay everywhere you leave a piece of your heart.” ~Little Mazarn ~Vermont
These two go together. I fall in love–with people, places, things, experiences–with abandon. I can be slow to let things in, especially people, because once I do it is quickly a no holds barred environment. It’s what the Uhaul key on my necklace means. Because of that, I can’t stay everywhere or keep everyone I love. I have to know when and what to let go, when and where to hold on.
Finally I guess I’m gonna wholly belie all notions of brevity with a whole god damn Diane Cluck song:
"Somethin’ loosened around my heart
From where it was bound, it fluttered around
This funny motion first mistaken as attack
I realize and step back
With real eyes, I step back
And let it happen
Knitted so snug inside my chest
Iron lungs, ribs as rungs
Those who care to try and climb me
Sometimes say it’s hard to find me
Still, in reflex, I would shout
When I began spilling out
Weeping clearly as a blister
“Hey, I’m here, " you almost missed her
And I have so much for you (Na-na-na-na-na-na)
Do you know how I get shy to show you?
I fill up, tender, with a glow (Na-na-na-na-na-na)
Fluff and puff as I try to show you
Display my falling feathers
As they leave me in this weather
The days, they go so quickly
Can’t even stop them
Don’t even want to”
Diane Cluck ~Heartloose
I usually have to listen to this song twice. It’s so short, but so dense. Every bit of it shakes me. I don’t have time to enumerate the ways this song applies, appeals, affects, and relates to me. Diane Cluck is so important to me.
[A]lmost the entire banking system of Ireland went on strike after an industrial dispute in 1970. The strike lasted nearly six months, yet the economy escaped unscathed.
People used cheques to manage large payments and, while the banks were closed, risk of default on the cheques was shouldered by neighbourhood pubs.
Here's the Bank of England's Ben Norman and Peter Zimmerman:
How did payees manage this risk for such a prolonged period? Notoriously, local publicans were well-placed to judge the creditworthiness of payers. (They had an informed view of whether the liquid resources of would-be payers were stout or ailing!)
For example, John Dempsey, a publican in Balbriggan, near Dublin, was “…holding cheques for thousands of pounds, but I’m not worried. The last bank strike went on for 12 weeks and I didn’t have a single ‘bouncer’. … I deal only with my regulars … I refuse strangers. I suppose I’ve been able to keep a few local factories going.”
It reminds me of what makes me continue to be bearish on BitCoin.
I worked at a pretty advanced technical place, with a woman, let’s call her Janet.
If the system misplaced 2 cents, Janet would hunt you down and make you find it.
All that tech could melt down tomorrow, and I would still do business there, as long as Janet was there.
If the entire world economy collapses, I will still bank with Janet.
If Janet is using pen and paper, I trust that’s good enough for me. If Janet is using one massive Excel file, fine by me. If Janet starts accepting payment in weirdly shaped rocks, I will accept weirdly shaped rocks as payment, too.
And when Janet adopts BitCoin, then I’ll be all-in on BitCoin.
Mine rocks out with his cock out. I get a little annoyed with him constantly pressing us to find better ways of working, when we’re already the #1 team.
But still, the man really knows his shit and has turned a lot of things around for the company. He’s a good person to approach when you’re having a problem, of just about any sort.
OTOH, before we had him, we were floundering around trying to play agile and not actually accomplishing anything.
Never met a scrum master yet who was actually a driven motivated individual. Its almost like it’s a default job you just fall into if there’s nothing else for you
I’ve seen at least two SMs who were really motivated and they can actually be a tremendous help.
My last project was complete chaos, and that one lone SM managed to get it all streamlined and efficient. Then he was pulled from the project and everything collapsed again.
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