Note: I only post memes I have saved, I don’t make them.
Whatever you’re hearing, I can guarantee you that it’s correct. It is peaceful. Have another shot from the other direction with my bike leaning against the railing.
Been hard to build it. As a good boy I was told to never use teeth. Kinda awkward gnawing on wood without it.
I’m so happy I caught that picture too because honestly if I flip it so it’s mirrored… that’s just the Ad Astra Per Aspara poster pose. And her name is Una… so…
Nope, not a community I’ve ever posted in. I deleted my ST.W account in January.
The bestest lil girl on the island!
I was banned from lemmy.ml for posting a meme about the fact that gay characters are removed from movies in China. Not even by a mod. By an admin. I’m not remotely surprised they’re pro-shitheap in general
I don’t know. I don’t keep the sources for every single image I have saved.
You have been consistently and provably wrong throughout this entire exchange. Forgive me, but your opinion on its status holds exactly zero weight. Especially when you said that you heard the Cicada 3301 thing (something you got the name wrong of) from a TopTenz video.
I’m going to stick with the people who have worked with the NSA for years and who have broken the first three codes into something that was not jibberish. While I abhor what the NSA does, they are good at what they do. Which is cryptography. And if they’re saying that it actually is something, as well as every other expert in the field, then I’m going to believe that over someone who has a coding reputation.
This is a waste of my time lol
I cannot find a single credible source for the band thing. There is a band called Cicada 3301 but they are completely unrelated. They named themselves after it but do not have any connection or affiliation. I wouldn’t exactly use a Top 10 video as a reputable source.
As for Kryptos, it’s a world famous and unsolved bit of cryptography. If it’s overblown then solve it?
It’s Cicada 3301 and I have no idea where you heard the “band gimmick” thing but it’s just not true. I mean… It doesn’t even make any sense. If it was a gimmick to get a band popular then it did an insanely bad job at doing so after multiple puzzles across multiple years and swearing the winners to privacy.
The laughing hours have chased away the night,
Plucking the stars out from her diadem:
And now the blue-eyed Morn, with modest grace,
Looks through her half-drawn curtains in the east,
Blushing in smiles and glad as infancy.
And see, the foolish Moon, but now so vain
Of borrowed beauty, how she yields her charms,
And, pale with envy, steals herself away!
The clouds have put their gorgeous livery on,
Attendant on the day: the mountain tops
Have lit their beacons, and the vales below
Send up a welcoming: no song of birds,
Warbling to charm the air with melody,
Floats on the frosty breeze; yet Nature hath
The very soul of music in her looks!
The sunshine and the shade of poetry.
I stand upon thy lofty pinnacle,
Temple of Nature! and look down with awe
On the wide world beneath me, dimly seen;
Around me crowd the giant sons of earth,
Fixed on their old foundations, unsubdued;
Firm as when first rebellion bade them rise
Unrifted to the Thunderer: now they seem
A family of mountains, clustering round
Their hoary patriarch, emulously watching
To meet the partial glances of the day.
Far in the glowing east the flickering light,
Mellow'd by distance, with the blue sky blending,
Questions the eye with ever-varying forms.
The sun comes up! away the shadows fling
From the broad hills; and, hurrying to the West,
Sport in the sunshine till they die away.
The many beauteous mountain streams leap down,
Out-welling from the clouds, and sparkling light
Dances along with their perennial flow.
And there is beauty in yon river's path,
The glad Connecticut! I know her well,
By the white veil she mantles o'er her charms:
At times she loiters by a ridge of hills,
Sportfully hiding; then again with glee,
Out-rushes from her wild-wood lurking-place,
Far as the eye can bound, the ocean-waves,
And hills and rivers, mountains, lakes, and woods,
And all that hold the faculty entranced,
Bathed in a flood of glory, float in air,
And sleep in the deep quietude of joy.
There is an awful stillness in this place,
A Presence, that forbids to break the spell,
Till the heart pour its agony in tears.
But I must drink the vision while it lasts;
For even now the curling vapours rise,
Wreathing their cloudy coronals, to grace
These towering summits—bidding me away;
But often shall my heart turn back again,
Thou glorious eminence! and when oppress'd,
And aching with the coldness of the world,
Find a sweet resting-place and home with thee.
~ Sunrise from Mount Washington by Rufus Dawes
The beauty of a sunrise isn’t in its own mere splendor, of which it has plenty. It comes from touching all around with that glory, lighting up the day with promises anew. That is where you can find the heart of all that gold.
I was not, nevermind. I am a fool. My apologies.
I was unaware of the situation.
The black-backed dwarf kingfisher (Ceyx erithaca), also known as the three-toed kingfisher, is a pocket-sized bird in the family Alcedinidae. It was formerly considered as conspecific with the rufous-backed dwarf kingfisher and together the species complex was known by the English name “oriental dwarf kingfisher”.
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Newfoundland is an island in the Atlantic ocean and this sits pretty close to shore. There is constant wind which kicks up the sea breeze, not to mention the perpetual moisture generated by the clashing currents. My point is that it’s wet 24/7. If it’s not raining then there’s fog. If there isn’t fog then there’s snow. Stuff doesn’t burn there. Trust me. I’ve tried. I grew up in NFLD and on the coast and you can’t get shit to burn for the life of you unless it is already extremely dead. So the chances of that location becoming an inferno are extremely low. The chances of it being submerged into the ocean due to rapidly shifting sea levels? Significantly higher and a consistently known thing for us in general.
And I want it Mr. Bond. I’ma be a gay Bond Villain who has just oiled up hunks dragging him around on one of those velvet chez lounges.
That’s in Newfoundland and relatively close to the shore. Chances of a massive bushfire in that area are pretty low. Being drowned on the other hand…
It is literally right there in the image on the right side of the screen. I didn’t crop anything.
And as someone from Newfoundland, trust me. We’re just as disappointed that everyone keeps going “OH you mean the dog? :)” whenever we talk about us or our home.
Wait.
A WIRED thermostat is only an option for newly constructed houses? Dude you’re using a wireless one. You think wireless thermostats were invented in 1895 or something?