I assume that 80% of the users are on one or two instances. Maybe the operators of those instances could sell it to a big publishing company, like Condé Nast or something. That way it will be easier to vertically integrate advertisement between traditional print media, online publications, and less formal online gathering places. It’s a win win at the end. The original operators get their bag, and the community keeps going while being supported by a successful business.

/s

Everybody thinking that trump is the second coming of berlusconi, when it turns out he is Craxi.

/s

That’s binenomics for you right there. 4 years ago I was able to donate thousands to Trumps campaign but this year I can only donate tens. My gas and food bills are just too much. That’s why I’m continuing to donate and voting for Trump.

/s in case it’s not clear.

If we want to believe the evil alien theory, viruses might actually fit the bill better than plants, with fungi as a possible unlikely second.

Let’s hope they move to Paizo and join the work on pathfinder 2.5.

I pledge blah blah blah one nation* under god blah blah blah

*terms and conditions apply, non binding, we reserve the right to change terms without notice, no shirt no shoes no service

But you better stand, remove your hat, and salute the flag

The ultimate power move for Apple would be to require an iCloud+ subscription to use this service.

I agree with you. That’s why I make an effort to at least leave a comment every time I use the app.

Copper piping costs about double the cost of cove piping.

If you want to repair copper, you need to use a torc and solder. That’s not usually possible if the repairs are in difficult to reach places.

Cpvc usually requires only a crimp coupling.

I’m not an expert in middle eastern politics.

My uninformed take is that if the Gaza Strip was to self organize as a state, they will implicitly recognize Israel as a state as they will have to decide on borders.

Being unrecognized allows the Palestinian authority to claim all the former Palestinian land as their own.

It’s because of the greedy USPS unions. You are paying for their inflated salaries (which just stuff the pockets of their union leaders), theirs golden pensions, and Cadillac health cares. If we could just privatize it, the market will push the prices down because of competition.

/s btw

Do we really need more people here? There are no investors to appease or advertisers to swindle.

Unlimited growth should be a metric we should chase over other stuff like engagement on posts, quality of submissions, etc.

In real general terms, communism is about people/state’s ownership of the means of production. Under this system, most private property is nationalized.

Socialism allows for private property and sees the role of the state to redistribute power and wealth among its citizens through some sort of state program.

ml was managed by freenom for a long time. They made it available alongside tk domains.

Freenom stopped operations for sometime and both Mali and Tokelau are in the process of taking over their registrars from freenom.

It’s more of an example of a coincidence than a conspiracy.

The Catania example is a little unfair because the airport caught on fire like two days ago and they are down to one functioning terminal out of three.

But it’s Italy in the summer time so people will go on strike.

This isn’t completely true. The right of assembly is a constitutional right in Italy within small limits (the assembly must be peaceful, without firearms, and requires a notice to local authorities if it uses a public space, see art. 17.

Now, I don’t believe that a rave party falls within those protections as it isn’t protected speech (and I don’t believe there is a place where it is).

Italy will continue to have protests and marched, usually with music because Italy.

I’m not sure about salt, but my mom puts red wine in it. 0/10 not recommended.

The official one from valve? I don’t have it but that’s what I would buy.

Good try, L’Oréal. I’ll continue to wash my hair with my body soap bar. I don’t care about what conditioner you want me to buy.

After enduring ten grueling sessions of relentless combat, the weary party finally emerges from the depths of the nefarious BBEG castle. Before them loom colossal stone doors, standing an intimidating twenty feet tall. The dark, foreboding surface of the doors is adorned with intricate battle scenes, meticulously carved in shadowy relief. Glimmers of silver, gold, and bronze embellishments punctuate the engravings, accentuating the chilling artistry.

Summoning the last vestiges of their strength, the party’s valiant fighter exerts every ounce of effort to pry open the massive doors. A hushed anticipation fills the air as the doors creak and groan under the strain, slowly revealing what lies beyond. What awaits them is a sight to behold—an expansive throne room stretching into the depths. Illuminated by a single beam of ethereal light, a throne stands regally at a distance of nearly three hundred feet.

With cautious steps, the party stealthily advances toward the throne, their hearts pounding in their chests. However, their hopes are shattered as they discover that the throne they sought was but an illusory mirage, a deceptive projection. Disguised beneath it, obscured from view, rests the true throne, no taller than three inches. Seated upon this diminutive throne, an audacious mouse dons a complete suit of battle armor. Gazing upon the approaching party, a sinister smirk curls upon its rodent features, filled with contemptuous delight.

Tension permeates the air as fate hangs by a thread. The party readies themselves for the ultimate showdown, an all-or-nothing clash.

Roll for initiative.

The wizard, whose magical energies have been depleted long ago, glimmers with a glint of determination in their eyes. Channeling their last remaining reservoirs of power, they cast their final spell—a desperate fire bolt launched into the abyss.

In an instant, the malevolent mouse lord is engulfed in a torrent of scorching flames, its malicious laughter replaced by agonized shrieks that echo through the chamber. The flames consume it, reducing the once formidable enemy to naught but ashes, scattering upon the cold, stone floor.

And so, the battle concludes, leaving the victorious party standing amidst the remnants of their adversary. The echoes of their triumph reverberate through the hallowed halls, forever etching their names into the annals of legend.

The end.