I’ll drink to that. It’s never anything interesting anyway. Always something mundane like evil “booing” or scraping noises from the basement. I ain’t got time to stress with the devil’s mess.

Understatement, I know, but I find this so annoying, and it certainly feels malicious.

I was just commenting the other day how ridiculous it is that google search results literally serve up malware to people via paid ads. My neighbor was running into issues where her computer kept getting “infected” and a full screen scam would take control, blaring out a loud message that her computer was infected with a virus, that it was infecting microsoft’s servers, and she had to call them now to fix it.

After investigating, I found out that these types of scams are stored as blobs on Microsoft’s cloud service, but the links are spread via ads in google search. When I tried searching for the exact search terms my neighbor was using on my own devices and my own network, I found out that google was serving me the exact same ads, aka sponsored links. They look like legitimate results for things that people search for, like showing what appears to be a link to Amazon when searching for a product, even the links will say “www.amazon.com”.

Obviously I told my neighbor not to use Chrome and suggested some browser alternatives. I installed uBlock on all the browsers (including chrome) just to be safe. Then I showed her how to tell when things are ads, even when they are deceiving, and to never click on ads or sponsored links under any circumstances.

But it’s definitely infuriating that they are serving up malware in their ads, don’t respond to reports in a timely manner, are getting people caught in scams that they allow to advertise on their network but then somehow object to people managing those risks by blocking ads from untrustworthy sources, like google.

It’s a sex joke grandma, you wouldn’t get it.

I’m not a blueberry expert, so I don’t know the specifics, but there are compact varieties that are designed for growing in pots. Those would probably do well enough in a window box if you had the right light exposure and climate. Regardless, if you have the right light and climate for blueberries, there are almost certainly plenty of other fruits, herbs, and veggies that would be more productive, easier to care for, and have a higher return on investment.

I can hardley speel much of anythinng right so I’m aksing you what you are talking aout?

Grow your own blueberry bushes and then you can have more blueberries for 3 weeks during the height of summer than you could possibly use for the next 2 years but it’s too fucking hot to pick them and the birds eat them all so quickly that you end up having to buy those sweet blue balls from the grocery store for the other 49 weeks of the year regardless.

It’s so weird seeing almost 500 upvotes on a post like this on lemmy where, based on comments, like 90% of it’s users can barely afford rent, let alone going on vacation and staying at a place that offers breakfast.

The difference between Sunny D and orange juice is like the difference between Tik Tok and real life. One may be vaguely similar to the other, but they aren’t are for sure not interchangeable.

He could be growing so much wee — plants with all that natural lighting.

Large sausage is overrated. And that’s coming from someone who is well experienced and something of an expert on “sausages”.

♪ You’re so pretty. ♪

♪ Oh, so pretty. ♪

♪ You are pretty and witty and GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. ♪

We know most of them by terms like “that woman from Nurse Jackie” and “he was one of the Doctors Who” so I get this.

If doing inappropriate stretches at the pool is wrong, then I don’t to be right. But mostly my opinion is based on the assumption that she’s got a hell of a bite so I don’t want to get on her bad side, which looking at this photo, I’m guessing is her left side.

Got my first ticket on Route O ^/ not to far from where this photo was taken. But in all fairness the speedometer in my old car didn’t work and I couldn’t find //\//^- on the dial. Shocked the heck outta me when the trooper popped his lights on. Apparently I was going _<>^o over the limit in a work zone, but he reduced it on the ticket so I only had to pay a fine. Could have lost my license for a year over that.

Susan Bee Anthony, Susan Bee Anthony II, Susan Bee Anthony III, Susan Bee Anthony IV, …, I could go on but I would not want my fingers to get sore and tired.

I had one that was something like “what did you wish your nickname was when you were 10?”

Duh! Sparkle Bright Rainbow Harbinger Sea Squirrel.

In a way, I’m glad people are slowing starting to come around and pay attention to this. For years, any time I would publicly complain about Amazon customer service online, it was very common for people to be completely dismissive or even blame me. I’d hear statements like “sure Amazon sucks, but they have great customer service” and I’d think to myself, just wait until it’s your time to find out that the customer service isn’t what you think it is.

Long story short, the item came with a broken part. Should have been quick and easy to rectify (send a replacement part, send a replacement unit, or refund the purchase). The seller was completely unhelpful. Amazon customer service would not intervene and insisted that I continue fruitlessly corresponding with the vendor, even though they had an “A-to-Z” money back guarantee if something goes wrong. It literally took months of back and forth between me, the vendor, and Amazon customer service before things were finally refunded in full.

So, basically I gave them another chance and they showed that things hadn’t improved a bit.

He was in a horror movie, I’m sure lots of people have seen IT.

I didn’t even know you could find Snork Alarms anymore. But I wonder if this is a case where this device is designed for a non-english speaking area where these are the correct spellings for snork and alarm or if this is just a case of mistranslation.

In case it hasn’t already been shared …

You wake up.

You’re still a lizard sunning on a red rock. It was all a dream.

The concept of selling “feet pics” to pay back “student loans” is already losing its meaning as you open and lick your own eyeballs to moisten them.

Time to eat a bug.