Asking all my life.
It’s that time of year! I do Movember every year for their support of mental health. I suggest and those i love suffer. And let’s be honest Men don’t speak up, and we should.
I like to keep people on their toes and mix up the how to watch along. I try to not bombard with daily feeds, but I also think it’s fun to see the progress over time. This year, I’m using pixelfed.
As always, please donate here.
There was a while when I was the tumbleweed.
I was taking the passenger seat, not because I couldn’t choose, maybe, because I had bigger puzzles to answer.
There’s always the come back, the recovery, the re-birth. It’s got me a little inspired to never count myself out.
Look! It’s the history of GIFs! But first, about how you’re saying it wrong:
The issue of pronunciation – Before we get too existential about GIFs, we should probably learn how to pronounce their name. According to GIF lore, the programmers who created the GIF pronounced the acronym with a soft G, like a J. Yes, just like the peanut butter. However, according to Ficklin, the original GIF namers probably chose their counterintuitive pronunciation solely to “feed their contrarian nature. It’s a loner syndrome,” Ficklin said. He admits to having chosen the hard-G pronunciation for the same reason.
Top 10 Conspicuously Expensive Purchases – “If you think Starbucks charges too much for coffee, consider the beans produced in Indonesia that cost roughly $400 per pound. Called “golden droppings,” the beans are excreted from a stable of civet cats, which supposedly carefully select only the best beans to eat in the first place. Their digestive juices then penetrate the beans, and after they come back out of the cats they’re collected, cleaned (and cleaned and cleaned), and roasted. The result is a coffee that’s soft, rich, and not remotely bitter. Supposedly. And the result is expensive: In specialty coffee houses in London, a single cup of this Joe costs around $100.”
via TIME.
I knew there was a reason I called it “Cat Poo Coffee”
I tell friends it was some sort of marmot. But someone said, “that’s not a cat”. Oh…
It’s a civet cat.
