I have cracks on the corners of my fingers, beside the nail. They run deep and I have to put Polysporin with lidocaine on them to reduce the throbbing sting. It’s due to a combination of biting my nails and working a job that requires constant antibacterial hand-washing. I hate it.

Always fat, stupid fucks that resemble McNuggets.

Immigration Canada wanted proof of my wife and I’s relationship, so we dumped a packet of printed call logs on them as thick as a novel. Skype certainly served its purpose.

WE… THOUGHT… CHUU… WAS… A… TOOOAAAD-UH…

Like many others have said, the old, lost internet was really something special. Every website was crude and janky, poorly formatted for some specific resolution that you weren’t using, and both animated clipart and midis were exciting to collect. There were websites dedicated to them. My brother and I used to fill folders on our desktop with sparkling or flaming banners, signs that read “Under Construction” and more. Same with midis. I’ll never forget the first time I discovered Sublime’s Santaria in midi form. It may have been my first favorite song.

I wish I could properly articulate what that all felt like. It was a similar feeling to collecting Pokémon cards as a kid. Everything was just a neat spectacle on the mid-90s internet. Then over time, as everything modernized and monetized, it lost that weird magic and became what it is today. I can’t remember the last time I gave a shit about exploring a website. I no longer come across spooky animated images of a skeleton peering out of murky water and excitedly tuck it away for future viewing pleasure. The entire thing sucks now, but it probably sucked then, too.

Sure, but the other comments are well within the range of normal replies to that soft of thing. The other commentors did not launch into a tirade that eventually included baffling accusations of impersonation. That’s where things got particularly dicey for me.

Without intending to sound ironic, and given that we’re currently having this conversation on a literal Shitpost sub, it’s entirely possible that you may be neurodivergent and are not processing the humor.

I don’t know either, but thanks for your reply. The more I interact with some of the commentors, the more bewildered I’m left after. First weird interaction I’ve had on Lemmy.

Yes, it’s my primarily language. I thought describing Pixar fan porn artists as ghoulish was humorous, but it seems like there are a lot of advocates present who are defensive of the word.

You’re a confusing person and I’m not really sure I understand your psychology, or why you think I’m actively using two accounts to thwart your disability.

What?

Sorry, is ghoulish meant to be an endearing word?

What the fuck are you even on about?

Yeah, the mother/aunt wolf most definitely needs a big, explosive, somebody-get-pregnant hips/booty that make the more ghoulish adults among us contribute legions of Rule 34 and/or cum tribute shots to 4chan. It’s essentially of an unspoken economy beneath the surface of any Pixar film that determines the film’s success. Extra credit if the characters are related enough to qualify as incest.

As a child I used to be borderline obsessed with the misters and the overall smell and vibe of the produce sections. Always told my mom I wanted to work in one. Thirty years later, purely by circumstance, I manage one for a living. It’s not quite what I dreamed of, given that stores in 2025 are no longer poorly lit nor smell like mothballs and old air conditioning/refrigerant, but I still enjoy my career.

That’s how they laughed at me in Starcraft too.

It is very important to reaffirm that you are talking to mom in a private chat with mom by referring to her as “mom” as often as possible.

Do you recall which ones scored the highest?

I’m interested in this one also. I like the look of it. Currently a long-time Pixel user, but I’m open to other options. It will take a truly good camera to pull me away, though.

But I drew it for the party…