Huh. Actually the first time I’ve seen this.

Thanks!

I have literally never seen any pictures of an ice cream cone with a cherry on top in real life. But I’ve seen and had plenty of milkshake and sundaes (and cocktails) with a Maraschino cherry on top though.

Take your shoes off. Wear indoor slippers indoors.

Don’t eat or drink anything (besides water) in carpeted areas (especially drinks with bright colored dye in them…)

If you have the opportunity, rip out the carpet and replace them with hardwood floor, because having carpet is a giant headache.

Eh. Credit is credit, I’ll take it.

It’s fine. I like that it’s normal for people to post multi-paragraph comments in response to a post. Gives me plenty of material to read when I’m bored, and this place. Is still small enough that you recognize people in different threads. It’s cozy, but some communities could use improvements.

Also, the other things I’ve noticed is that many of the people complaining about Lemmy being toxic are some of the most argumentative ones themselves,if you don’t believe me, you can go to their user page and more often than not find examples of them being rude or unpleasant on the first page.

Misery loves company, after all.

Now you should do an AMA too!

Doesn’t it feel weird that people feel guilty when being mean to you only because you are famous?

No, because there are plenty more people in life who won’t feel guilty about being mean to you at all. It’s more stressful in the days knowing a Twitter mob is ready to “slam” you for every little thing you say or do in life 24/7.

Besides, it’s not like anything I say here can be tied back to me anyways. Why do you think I refuse to get verified?

You probably also have more anominous accounts

Ugh… That Letterboxd account…

I get all the references, but making a chain of references without any jokes isn’t exactly funny.

Meta comedy is overused to the degree that it is difficult to do it well.

On another topic, what kind of complete nonsense is that comment section?

It reads like if my phone’s autocomplete decided to go haywire one day and start spitting out random associated phrases: “Pablo Escobar… Colombian Drug Lord… District of Columbia…hungry hungry hippo…”

I don’t even know which is worse, that these are all bots, or there are actually multiple people who thinks posting these in public is a good idea.

The things on the Internet are forever… except for that one thing you saw years ago that you can’t find anymore. Everyone has their Internet white whales (or Holy Grails).

So why do people buy 3000 dollar mechanical watches when a 20 quartz dollar watch can keep time better? Why do people buy 300 dollar mechanical keyboards when a 20 dollar rubber dome can also get words on your PC screen? Why do people spend thousands of dollars on Magic the Gathering cards when you can buy the same number of cards for 20 dollars?

Being into designer fashion isn’t much different than other expensive hobbies, and the cost benefit of a hobby item is the last thing on the mind of any enthusiast provided they can afford it.

Sounds fun, can I join?

But was she ever an Internet forum moderator?

Yay

It’s surprising how much extra time I can save when without Twitter or Instagram in my life.

Also, why can’t I know a little bit about computers? Didn’t I tell you Barbie is everything?

And I want to believe I will finally win that Oscar next March…

Of course I am, would I really lie to you over the Internet?

That’s kind of how stage names work.

I’ve insisted people call me “esteemed Academy Award nominated character actress Margot Robbie” for months and only like 2 people here ever did that. Breaks my heart.💔

I said it months ago, I’m here to shitpost and promote Barbie, and now that the strike is over, I’ve got an Oscar to win this year.

My answer is still the same as this question was asked last time. I still feel no different than my teenage self until I meet some actual teenagers, and and there is nothing that makes me feel more like an adult than when I realize they are just kids, immature and wide-eyed, and the me of now is actually nothing like the teenage me I still think I am.

Being an adult means having grown-up responsibilities, you can no longer be the selfish, carefree child you used to be when there are people depending on you in this cruel, cynical world. Yet in spite of all this, you don’t have to give it all up, there should still be times where you can take a break from being an adult, and with the life experiences you didn’t have before, rediscover that sense of wonder, hope, and sincerity that you thought you’ve lost in a brand new light.

And that’s what Barbie was really about.