datn ✅ @datn@spanner.works

DuckDuckGo
I love you so
you show me things I want to know
you help me make my way round town
and every week I burn you down

from bed's heart I yawn at thee

spider plant, spider plant

does whatever a spider can't

starting to realize that when I run out of spoons, it's often because I am inadvertently running a fucking Spoon Library, with 80% of the stock checked out to others at any given moment... and no overdue fees.

*disgruntled noise plus fart*

the problem with relying on others to bolster one's self-esteem comes when you don't have anyone around any more who happens to know who you are

real bad apple branding

#denglisch

why is feeling sorry for yourself so draining? you'd think it'd at least be an effective energy conservation strategy but no

even better lightning #Berlin #berlinsummer

lighting strike that confused my.camera
#berlin #berlinsummer

made some congee for my elevenses. i always, always think i haven't saved enough rice and that i've added too much water, and then 15 minutes later it comes out perfectly goopy after all.

#num

i'm on the 5th floor, top floor, and there is a thunderstorm DIRECTLY overhead. i stepped out onto the balcony to get a sense of it, and lighting cracked cloud-to-cloud so near to my head i almost fell over getting back inside. absolutely zero perceptible delay between lightning and thunder.

#Berlin #berlinsummer

DONUTS

just watched Ray & Liz

help

finally wrote a first draft of my Terms of Service for spanner.works, my sprawling instance that hosts up to three active users.

a work in progress, but i think a solid start: https://spanner.works/terms

this isn't the first weak-bird sighting in this apartment. many times recently, a bird who's seemed very clumsy and confused has scuttle/flapped across my skylight, coming from the inner courtyard.

i fear the aggressive anti-rat actions in this building might be affecting the birds somehow, even the small ones.

it's weird here. feels like bird death. but maybe that's just in my head. (6/6)

i was so relieved. i actually don't really like birds, but that poor forlorn thing looked bad, and i wanted it to make it off my balcony so at least its pals could be around it if it died.

i wonder if, when birds die, they die flying. if so, i wanted this one to be aloft when it happened. (5/)

then, before i could open the door, but seemingly unrelated to my approach, the brave little birb managed to catch its breath, fluttered around suddenly and made it over the lip of the balcony in what seemed like the exact same pattern and direction as its partner had. (4/)

i finally had the saucer and a watering can so i could put the saucer down and then fill it quietly to avoid provoking more terror. when i approached the balcony door, the bird had moved, under one of the patio chairs. was it breathing? (3/)

i was freaking out, convinced a smol birb was going to die right in front of me, so i went to put some water in a saucer, just in case. i looked at the poor birb out the balcony window as i was going back and forth for stuff, and the little swift just kept vibrating and slowly pulling its wings in, not fluttering, but visibly breathing at least. (2/)