That sure looks like a boopable snoot.
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Maximum wage. Wealth cap.
Welcome. You can go to someone’s profile and “favorite” them. Im not sure if that results in them showing up in your feed, or saves them more like a bookmark.
Great band name.
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Asklemmy@lemmy.ml•Am I the only one that believe the US has to go through some sort of painful transition/civil war/revolution to fix it? Is reforms from Democrats enough?
6·5 months agoI highly recommend you read Blueprint for a Revolution by Sroja Popovic. Dude was involved in the Serbian revolution and has advised movements around the world on what works against fascist regimes and what doesn’t. Our hope isn’t in a party, it’s in the people. And violence not only isn’t required for a Revolution, it’s not anywhere near as effective as non-violent resistance.
Sorry, I don’t clit and tellum.
Anyone know the species?
No need to censor, you can say A on lemmy.
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Asklemmy@lemmy.ml•I'm new to lemmy, came from reddit. What's the lemmy etiquette like? How different is it from reddiqutte?
513·10 months agoPlease do not drag the same tired jokes over from reddit (e.g. broken arms). Stick around long enough to learn Lemmy’s tired jokes.
Grandpa to get out of the bathroom so we can start the game.
Feed by MT Anderson, published in 2002 had a good take on how they algorithms and advertisements would run our lives.
For Titus and his friends, it started out like any ordinary trip to the moon — a chance to party during spring break. But that was before the crazy hacker caused all their feeds to malfunction, sending them to the hospital to lie around with nothing inside their .heads for days. And it was before Titus met Violet, a beautiful, brainy girl who has decided to fight the feed and its ever-present ability to categorize human thoughts and desires. M.T. Anderson’s not-so-brave new world is a smart, savage satire that has captivated readers with its view of an imagined future that veers unnervingly close to the here and now.
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I’m Thinking of Ending Things - Ian Reid
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The Staircase in the Woods - Chuck Wendig
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Mind of Winter - Laura Kasischke
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Johnny Got His Gun - Dalton Trumbo
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The Echo Wife - Sarah Gailey
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The Hollow Places - T Kingfisher
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Echo - Thomas Olde Heuvelt
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Sundial - Catriona Ward
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The Last One - Alexandra Oliva
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14 by Peter Clines.
Okokimup@lemmy.worldto
Books@lemmy.ml•Looking for a specific type of horror recommendation
2·1 year agoI’ve only just started reading this, so I can’t guarantee that it fits the brief, or that it’s good: look into The River by Peter Heller.
From the best-selling author of The Dog Stars, the story of two college students on a wilderness canoe trip–a gripping tale of a friendship tested by fire, white water, and violence
Wynn and Jack have been best friends since freshman orientation, bonded by their shared love of mountains, books, and fishing. Wynn is a gentle giant, a Vermont kid never happier than when his feet are in the water. Jack is more rugged, raised on a ranch in Colorado where sleeping under the stars and cooking on a fire came as naturally to him as breathing. When they decide to canoe the Maskwa River in northern Canada, they anticipate long days of leisurely paddling and picking blueberries, and nights of stargazing and reading paperback Westerns. But a wildfire making its way across the forest adds unexpected urgency to the journey. When they hear a man and woman arguing on the fog-shrouded riverbank and decide to warn them about the fire, their search for the pair turns up nothing and no one. But: The next day a man appears on the river, paddling alone. Is this the man they heard? And, if he is, where is the woman? From this charged beginning, master storyteller Peter Heller unspools a headlong, heart-pounding story of desperate wilderness survival
Dr Seuss was here.
Aw c’mon, you wouldn’t download a shitposter would you?



Glad you enjoyed. You’re better organized than me. There have been many times I’ve wished I could thank whoever recommended me a book, but I have no idea who, where, or when that was.