veloxization

I don't have to scroll a long time here to find the content I like. I scroll through until I find things I've already seen and then I do other things. I've had a lot of time to be creative without addiction-fueled social media scrolling.

Years ago, I was into Geocaching. For the uninitiated, users hide small caches around the world, and the cache usually includes at least a log where people who find the cache can mark their visit. The coordinates of the cache are marked on the Geocaching website and people use GPS to locate it.

I thought it was finally time I'd put one of my own caches out for people to find, so I went to scout out possible locations for it. It was late autumn and was still light out. I knew that I wanted to put it on a nature trail I liked to walk so I went there.

One thing to know about late autumn up here in the Nordics is that it gets really dark really fast, meaning I was enveloped by a dark forest pretty quickly after making it to the trail. No matter, I thought, I had my phone and it had a flashlight, so I kept going, despite it having low battery (which, in hindsight, was a mistake).

I found a spot for the cache at about the halfway point of the trail and made a mental note of it, planning to come put it there during the limited daylight hours.

And soon after... Lights out. Phone was dead and I was in total darkness. Ambient light was close to non-existent due to how cloudy it was. I felt a bit panicked about the situation but kept going, feeling around with my feet to make sure I wouldn't walk off the trail.

Lucky for me, I was quite familiar with the trail and eventually managed to come out the other end on a gravel road that was also unlit but at least easier to traverse and eventually got back home.

Not the scariest possible experience, but you can imagine how it feels to walk through a silent, damp forest in pitch black darkness while trying to feel your way out. Not sure I would have fared this well if the trail was unfamiliar.

I did get the Geocache out there the next day, and it remained there until I moved out of the area.

Suddenly, transformation.

Every artist is a furry when rent is due.

Swift as the coursing river?

38 seems to be the highest. Creme Puff died three days after her 38th birthday.

Do note that many furries (myself included) consider themselves human. Humans who happen to like anthropomorphic animal characters. If you answer "yes" to the question "are you a fan of anthropomorphic animal characters?", I'd say you count as a furry.

Now what counts as an anthropomorphic animal is a different discussion.

I'm also between gen Z and millennial and was the family's tech kid and still get calls. Are you me? :D

Just yesterday I got a call asking how to select all images in a directory... And then another call about how to get those images to Google Drive, which is literally just drag and drop... And one of the people involved was my gen Z younger sister.

I've had bot accounts follow me in the past and blocking removed them from my follows.

Let the bodies hit the floor,

Let the bodies hit the floor,

Let the bodies hit the... FLOOOOOR!

I'm a pansexual woman. I really don't care about what's on the outside of the person I'm dating. c:

The thing is, none of the services you listed use YouTube's API. They scrape the data directly from the page. YouTube can't really do much against it. They're apparently currently trying to shut down Invidious, though I'm not sure how they're planning to do that considering Invidious is open-source, meaning anyone can develop and host it.