Christian @Christian@mastodon.xyz
Husband, Dad, Baseball, Marketing
@themizarkshow I STILL haven't seen it, and haven't had it spoiled by the internet...or my wife. Which has made me think it's not so great.
The Fifth Element is the greatest sci-fi film of all time.
[This brought to you by the algorithm in my imagination that says everyone on here is a computer-y French metalhead]
[Also, The Fifth Element is totally the best.]
Me, yelling at kids this morning from my bed: "I'm getting up! Stop trying to make waffles!"
[It's Always Sunny Music Plays]
Any baseball fans here? Or are you all French programmers?
Where do I find ZARDOZ Mastodon?
Boost me if you also tried out Ello and Peach before mastodon. Maybe this one will stick around.
Look at me using "instance" like it's nbd
I'm so old I remember when mastadon.xyz was the non exclusive instance
So much French
"Twitter sucks, I wish there was an alternative."
[Alternative arises]
"Not bad, but why can't it do the things Twitter does?"
They would never return.
THE END
“Let’s get out of here.” He said.
“We’ll never come back.” She said.
As they were leaving, the sun sank behind the trees and the few dim beams of light that were shining through the windows disappeared. The room became dark. He slammed the door behind them as they left.
“Don’t cry.” He said, sitting back down at the table. “Listen, losing it was for the best. Aren’t you comfortable now? It’s better that we lost it. There are no distractions. We’ve got freedom. All right? Now stop crying. It won’t help you find it. It’s gone.”
“I know.” She said as she wiped the tear from her face and got up from the table. She laughed suddenly and loudly. “You know, I used to think the walls of this place talked to me.”
After several minutes of silence, he sighed loudly and asked: “Why did you want to come here anyway? I don’t know if there’s beauty out there, but it sure as hell ain’t here.”
“We found it here. Don’t you remember?”
“Found what?” he asked, turning away from the window.
“What we lost…Isn’t that how you always described it? ‘What we lost.’”
“Oh, you mean that? That was here?”
“Yes, that was here.” She replied. A tear was rolling down her cheek. “We found it here.”
“I can’t remember either,” she said, looking absently towards the place where the sink used to be. “Don’t you think it’s sad that we can’t remember?”
“Why would it be sad?”
“It must have been beautiful. Why aren’t things beautiful anymore?”
“Who wants beauty?” He got up from the table and went over to the window. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, peering through one of the few clean spots of the pane. She didn’t answer his question; she just continued to stare at the phantom sink.
The cupboards were missing doors here and there, a thick layer of dust covered the rotting floorboards, and cobwebs inhabited nearly every nook, cranny, and corner of the room. The electricity had long since been shut off, and the only light in the room came from the few rays of sunshine that managed to force their way through the dirt and grime that coated the windows.
“It’s just a regular question.” She persisted. “Do you remember?”
“No…I don’t. What’s it matter, anyway?”
Ima try "serializing" short stories. First 400 characters comin' at ya!---
“Do you remember what this place looks like in the winter?” she asked without looking up.
“What kind of question is that?” he replied, also without looking up. They were sitting across from each other at an old, worn out oak table. It had been years since they had been up to the cabin. What at one time had been a quaint, cozy little getaway was now quite rundown and wholly unattractive.
So...I have no idea what nodes/instances are
@ComfortablySmug Thanks for the link...we'll see how this goes
Hi folks
