nyhetsjunkie

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[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 9 points 11 months ago* (last edited 11 months ago)

Nature blessed me with eight of these cute individuals reappearing on my feeder this past winter. πŸ’Ÿ

[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 1 points 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago)

I didn't get Hexcodle #358 :( Score: 56%

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[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 7 points 1 year ago

No thanks, I'll keep my bones

[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 11 points 1 year ago (5 children)

The fuck is a cuck chair?

[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 13 points 1 year ago

In Norway, fishing has the reputation of being a good fit for many who struggles with more theoretical professions while being very, very well paid. Like highly paid IT consulatant sallary.

[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 2 points 1 year ago

Yes we gonna make humans

[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 2 points 1 year ago

He was, but decided he lovede his characters too much to quit. Seems like there will be even more books after this last one.

Azarinth Healer is higly progression oriented with lots of fighting, but it has heart with investment in long term character relations and fellowship.

[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 5 points 1 year ago (3 children)

I don't know this thread format, so I'm gonna keep it short.

Finished Azarinth Healer Book 3 yesterday. Gonna start on the last book in the Expeditionary Force series today.

[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 2 points 2 years ago (1 children)

Wait till you taste the fractal cake

[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 4 points 2 years ago

That a halluva moufull.

[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 2 points 2 years ago* (last edited 2 years ago) (1 children)

That's a cool plant. I want one. Wait, I have one!

[–] nyhetsjunkie@beehaw.org 11 points 2 years ago (3 children)

Is it spider silk though? Can't have gene edited spider silk without gene edited spiders. This is gene edited silkworm silk. Or am I missing something about silk?

 

In a pot by the window, innocently small, A coleus sprouted, not a threat at all. But its leaves unfurled, a vibrant display, Soon it began to steal my life away.

First, it crept into every room and space, A green invader in every hiding place. My house, once cozy, now a leafy domain, As coleus conquered with unstoppable gain.

My wife, she fell under its leafy spell, Her love for the plant, I could surely tell. She tended it daily with passionate care, As I watched in despair, life wasn't fair.

My job, neglected, as I gazed at each hue, The coleus had taken my focus, it's true. Colleagues became leaves on its towering tree, As the world outside faded from me.

Friends disappeared, lost in the foliage dense, As I marveled at the coleus' immense pretense. They begged me to see, to break free from this strife, But I couldn't escape the coleus' green life.

And as I pondered the plant's global embrace, I realized too late, it had won the race. The world transformed, under its verdant reign, A planet now ruled by the coleus's chain.

So beware the coleus, a deceptive delight, For it may seem benign, but it'll conquer your sight. Once it takes hold, you'll be lost in its swirl, As it claims your house, your wife, your job, your friends, your life, and the world.

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