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  • Theo@lemmy.worldtopics@lemmy.worldGeorgia Aquarium (OC)
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    11 days ago

    Some of them turn into gifs on the hosting platform but you have to search google and create an account. Imgur makes you give a phone number so I didn’t make an account with them. I found pxlmo.com which only requires a name, email to make one that you can just make up and use a dedicated email if you wanna stay private. Pxlmo has a 20mb file size limit for videos. You can Google a site that lets you upload a video and compress it if it is too long. Then you just copy the link and add it to the description of your post. It will open in the in-app player on some of the Lemmy supported apps. I use Boost for Lemmy but usually you can’t embed them. Lemmy on a browser will probably open a new tab. The reason I use image/video hosting is to remain anonymous because my real name is on my YouTube.


  • Theo@lemmy.worldtopics@lemmy.worldGeorgia Aquarium (OC)
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    11 days ago

    I bet the Atlanta one is way bigger than Camden. I went to Jersey in 2020. Empty during Covid.

    Love the Jellies!

    (If you post your video to an image hosting site like imgur, or there are some alternatives. If there is a video size limit, use an online file compressor to reduce file size.)








  • So, you’ve got a name, a date of birth, an address and a whole lot of personal information and secrets, everybody’s got secrets. Let’s say there was a device that had a glass window that lit up and there were words and pictures on it. Now, let’s say that you wanted to share the latest [insert cultural reference from a century ago, lol] news with your buddies and your opinions. Let’s say you wanted to gamble, let’s say you wanted to communicate with them through this device. The medium you would be using is called email. Wayyy faster than a post master’s parcel or letter delivery. The channel or means to be able to communicate is called the Internet or the web. This name is given because it is a series of connections that allows you and your device to be linked to all the others.

    Now, let’s say that Company A wants to sell some service through this device. You want it but you only have dollars and coins. Paper and metal money. It is easy to transfer information from one device to another but how will you get your money there. You can give it to the mailman but it would take too long and you still have to wait. So, you have this harder than paper card. With numbers on it, connected to a bank. You keep your money in their account but instead of taking it out physically, the number “registers” it as the money leaving the account and going to Company A so they can send you their product.

    Well, your neighbor is jealous that you have so much money and packages coming to your door by way of automobile delivery or horse and carriage. They are sour because your grass is always fed the finest of plant food supplements. They are envious because your grass is literally greener but they cannot afford to pay for a device like yours let alone expensive plant food from Company A.

    They decide to “steal” your device but it is locked inside your house. They go down to the pub and talk a bunch of shit to the barkeep. He says for a price he has a guy who can get the numbers for your account right off your device without the need to break into your house for a small price.

    So, he pays him and you lose all your money. Your grass is dying and somehow your jobless, drunk slob of a neighbor starts having the greenest glowing grass. You get suspicious.

    So you go down to the pub and drown your sorrows in booze with the last of your money. And the barkeep overhears you complaining. He says for a price, he can put some numbers and letters into your device and make it so no one, not even him can get in. This is his pitch. He says he will only charge a small fee per month for this. So you pay him with your last bit of coins.

    Now, your neighbor can’t access your information without breaking into your home. Of course, you curse the makers of this device to begin with for not making their devices more secure in the first place. You wonder if they are all in kahoots with each other trying to make money off of every last thing. But nevertheless, you are happier, safer and more secure and soon you get paid and your jobless neighbor is soon broke and balance is restored. For now, until the barkeep decides to offer a better service to your neighbor.

    That is what cybersecurity is and the simplest way to explain to someone from the 1920s, I guess. And the need for it to always have to improve.




  • I don’t miss having to have a separate device for digital photography. I remember having to pay 4 or 500 for a decent digital camera that fits in your pocket. When I got my first smart phone about 15 years ago, I took a picture with it and compared it to a decent Canon and a decent Fuji camera, that were one the best ones you could get in Best buy at the time for that budget. I compared the images and they sucked compared to my phone. Smh. Now my phone is around 4 or 500 and way better than basic digital cameras you can fit in your pocket, with way more functionality.



  • I switched from depakote to Zyprexa because I was gaining too much weight. Olanzapine still makes you hungry but less than depakote. I gained 40 lbs on Depakote. I gain a pound or two every few months with Zyprexa. I switched to one meal a day though with a healthy snack in the morning. Manage weight better from medication side effects with a water flavor-sweetener. When you are hungry, take a sip. Helps for hydration and hunger at the same time.






  • The rain drops hit me, so rhythmically, like sticks on a drum set with thirty arms. I struggled to keep my pale yellow canoe from capsizing as the rapids shook the orientation out of me while I ricocheted off countless fleshy protrusions from the water. They were the fingers of giants, cradling ivory liquid and grainy, beige leaf-like objects floating around me. The smell of cinnamon sugar infected the air. The sizzle of grease from afar hissed and taunted me.

    My vessel was a hollow peel of a slightly browning banana. My oar was a long red plastic beam–a life size version of what you would use to spread cheese on crackers from a school lunch box.

    The storm thickened. The wind became more turbulent.

    As I finally, managed to gain my stability, I looked up and felt the gentle breeze as a shadow overtook my vicinity. There I saw it!

    The glaring reflection on the concave, metal bottom of a spoon that was more like a giant shovel at this perspective. I paddled and shuffled the milky substance behind myself, frantic and panting in this panic. Surely, I will soon be eaten.

    Then, as I thought it couldn’t get worse, came the ants. Although, at my size, they were the size of wildebeests. The liquid danced around their appendages as they scuttled through the now shallow bowl of milk. As they dominated the horizon, I thought I might be able to comandeer one of them and steer myself to safety.

    I grabbed my oar and some fibrous strands from my banana peel canoe and slushed my way toward the brood. My face soaked and sticky from the sugary substance. I lassoed one of them and straddled on one of their backs. I held on for my life depended on it.

    I was halfway across the bowl. It was like a collesseum to me. Then, I felt the seismic floor shift! The bowl and it’s contents, I could hear being dragged across the wooden table. The sound of glass and wood friction was unmistakable. We were all lifted toward the fleshy cave of the giant’s mouth. I could smell the pungent odor of its halitosis. That stale milk smell. Ugh…

    I hear the blaring sound. The ringing. The drone of gradual realization. The bane of a new day! But my dismay was somehow conflicted with hope as I could almost picture the bright red numbers and the big button with the word: ‘Snooze’ almost worn off’.

    “Hey,” I hear a familiar voice echoing from the corridors of the dwelling, “Good Morning. Do you want bacon and eggs or cereal this morning!?”