I disagree. Having some kind of grievance with capitalism an sich is central to being leftwing.

I distinctly remember liberal messages rising to the top on Reddit, stuff like that you should just accept that you have to go out and work for a living. That’s not left!

It’s actually the second or third thing I mention about Lemmy if it ever comes up in conversation. Sometimes I feel like just dropping it because of it.

They’re excluded, and the rental commission is one of the bodies who’s inspected us on the behest of the landlady. There’s a little sentence at the end of the report saying something like “we realise that we’ve inspected the property based on a fraudulent tip-off”.

The other thing is that the rental commission come down and measure the place as part of the test, so if it was being used for commercial purposes, we would’ve been caught red-handed there and then.

I used to be in a group that use it, and it works very well; we made great use of the mailing list feature, which Proton lacks beyond “contact groups”. The only thing is getting an invitation, which I seem to recall reading they’re not doing any more.

A few years ago, I was working at a restaurant when it went under, so as sous-chef they let me take a few bits home with me. I took 5kg of kimchi home. I used to, like, come home drunk and eat a handful of it out the fridge, haha.

My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas was the mnemonic when Pluto was still a planet. I suppose not totally obsolete but I find myself ending at “nine” instead of something you’d serve beginning with N.

I don’t know about other countries, but in the Netherlands you go to the rental commission for a “rent check”: https://www.huurcommissie.nl/support/huurprijscheck

We’re currently being threatened with court action by our landlady for using our flat for commercial purposes. It’s obvious bunkum, and we’ve had inspections and everything that prove we don’t do it and sent all kinds of evidence to the lawyer accusing us, but the thing is that we followed a rental committee procedure last year to have the rent tested and so the landlady’s losing money or whatever. It’s all very dramatic but we’re confident because it’s so easy to prove that it’s a load of bollocks.

I didn’t see in the “about” what jurisdiction (if any) you are incorporated in. I also don’t see if there’s any encryption at rest.

You only get company names with “Inc.” in the USA as far as I know?

I leave my phone behind now and again so I don’t feel the obligation to always be reachable, a privilege I’m sure. I don’t often get lost but I speak the local language so I can just ask a stranger if I do. I absolutely don’t find it weird if someone’s alone and not looking at a phone and don’t think anyone around me does, though I’ve never been one to care about that sort of thing anyway. I’ve intentionally removed all the timewasting apps from my phone as well, namely social media and news and all that.

This one: https://feddit.nl/post/1819542/1925630

The funny thing is, if you click on the context button and show all the comments, one agreeing with me has something like 120 upvotes, so I suppose I was just being too cheeky or something. Sometimes I wonder what proportion of people are using the downvote as a disagree button compared to as a “doesn’t contribute to the discussion” button.

What’s your reasoning?

This is sort of relevant if you’ve got an hour to sit and listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kNPmTZQySk

I think that’s why some people “can’t cook”. They treat a dish like a magic potion, where you’ll destroy the house if you add 2g too much chilli or something.

I’ve had the odd dream where I’ve vividly smelt something putrid, but I’d say every dream I have includes sound. I’ve had a couple of dreams where the world ended suddenly and I remember the almighty rushing noise and the sound of my never-ending sigh. I’ve dreamt a good few times about people I know speaking other languages they wouldn’t normally speak, too.

I can’t judge; the only Polish words I can really say describe stuff like chairs, tables, armoires, that kind of thing. You know, furniture Polish.

Well it’s not so much that I won’t be stopped but that I won’t get acclaim for it, I suppose.

Ah, my woahs are in my other jeans.

Wish I could get away with wearing a billowing cloak like that.