My parents always did the "what are you thinking about?" when I was spaced out in my nothing box, and to this day do not understand why this made me angry. a) if I wanted to share my thoughts, I would have done so, if I'm not sharing it's none of your business! and b) you destroyed my sweet nothing moment! That short respite from my always-on brain, lost because you're nosy!

Makes me mad just thinking about. Glad my love doesn't do this (he wouldn't be my love otherwise, I guess).

We can hear our neighbours fuck, they can hear us fuck. I used to hear the TV from the neighbour on the other side, until his mother died, now it's really quiet from there. Kinda sad actually. I can also sometimes hear the kids from below us. I really don't mind those human noises. It's just part of living surrounded by other people.

Unless you're my friend, whose neighbours are regularly loudly fighting at times of day where other people are trying to sleep. I've suggested slipping ads for therapy under their door.

That's super cute, congrats on the milestone! It's addicting to design and create your own stuff 😊

I could probably poke out some eyes with my knitting needles, glad nobody banned those (yet)!

I have an old Facebook account that I've lost the password to. I still have access to the email it's associated with, but to reset the password (and subsequently delete the account) I'd have to prove my identity to Facebook. Which I can't because I didn't use my real name.

Now the account is oxidizing on Facebooks servers; I sometimes get "someone tried to log in to your account" emails and I'm like "go, take it, have fun!".

Basically, if I can I delete old accounts, if I can't... Well its not my servers that get cluttered with old shit.

Oh thank dog, it took way too much scrolling to find someone here that shuts down their workstation overnight. Unless I actually have something long-running that I want to come back to in the morning (which is rare) it just makes no sense to me to leave it on while I'm asleep.

The last time I got really fucking sick and had to stay off work for two weeks I played a lot of "Sticky Business".

You design and sell stickers. Its cute, chill, wholesome, scratches my creative itch, and is just distracting enough for all the being-sick stuff going on, but not so complicated as to trigger a headache.

There are words I've only ever seen in writing and have no fucking clue how to pronounce.

Sometimes my partner and I disagree about the pronunciation of a word, only to eventually look it up and both be wrong.

Ends up as "skwiwwl" for me every time...

~/diy for my collection of knitting, crochet and sewing patterns and other assorted diy stuff

~/work duh.

~/tools for my collection of more or less useful small scripts

~/sync for my syncthing folders

~/data symlink to my data partition (most of the others are also symlinks to their location on data)

I don't really have a convention for programming projects yet. They used to land inside of ~/diy or in ~/tools or just random folders on data. I've got a ~/code folder now, but its contents are a mess.

One thing I have with controllers is, that when I do the old -Syu and there are OS level packages in there, steam won't detect any controller until I do a reboot, even if the OS itself detects it.

Other than that there are some games that have full controller support but still only work with steam input. It's trial and error with every game.

Also in i3 steam doesn't like being tiled and wants to be floated (does not react to mouse inputs otherwise), but in hyprland it doesn't care either way. If you're using i3 or something similar, maybe this is related?

A long time ago my when my little brother was in first grade, he got a homework sheet where he had to unscramble a bunch of names. I thought this scrambled version sounded cool, and have been using it as username everywhere ever since.