I am the developer of Summit for Lemmy.

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  • idunnololz@lemmy.worldtoFediverse@lemmy.worldwe need more users
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    1 天前

    As a developer for a Lemmy app, recently I’ve felt Lemmy become more and more fragmented resulting in a poorer than usual user experience. And the base user experience is already poor. I’m mostly just venting but man is the fragmentation annoying to deal with as a developer and as a user. :/


  • Unfortunately I found that to meet new people you need to make an effort… Sometimes a lot of effort. But it is rewarding. I was in the same boat. Moved back to the city I grew up in, 3 years passed, no new friends. So I made an effort to go to different events and meet people in real life. It has helped a bunch. Sure I’m not going to get along with everyone but you only need to get along with at least one person and you’ll be good. If you get along with more then that’s just a bonus at that point.

    It definitely helps if you pick up a hobby or go to meeting with people you share something with. It doesn’t have to be hobby though, it can be a religion, a philosophy, a lifestyle, etc.














  • I was out of town, doing a bit of visiting. I heard my friend KkOma had finally taken the time to settle down in the countryside. Rightfully so, after what he’d been through, with all the pent-up stress and frustration built up over the years of coaching the most successful KR team in League.

    “How have things been buddy?” I asked, as I saw my man step out of the house upon hearing my car come in the drive-through. “All good, life’s been a lot more chill, now that I’ve retired,” he answered. “Hey, wanna check out my animals out back? I’ve taken up farming as a hobby with my free time,” as he motioned over to the back gate.

    We headed out and he started introducing me to some of the livestock, mentioning how he had named them after his players, as the unhinged animals they were. Just then, I was hit by an unbearable stench. With my eyes watering uncontrollably, I questioned through gritted teeth, “What in the hell is that smell?”

    He looked over knowingly and said: "Ah. Faker? The goat is never washed.”