Screw M.2, I want to use my enterprise grade 7TB U.2 Kioxia drive in my 50 bucks Chinese phone, I just can't live without it!

Dropped

Fetchez la vache!

I can explain Budapest - we hate our government with a burning passion, and the government hates the city.

Ok, so in the beginning there was a bunch of giant space frogs....

Anarchychess is a glorious cesspool of scum and villainy, parroting the same jokes over and over in slightly different iterations until a new response drops and takes it over entirety. Googling en passant is just the tip of the iceberg. But holy hell, do I love the community. It might appear as an army of actual zombies, but I promise there is no need to call an exorcist, beneath the pure knightmare fuel we are just a giddy bunch.

My pawns seized the means of capturing and beheaded the complete back row in a revolution, what should I do in this position?

That's kind of the point tho, nobody has the time to bear the responsibility alone while living a life. Would it be feasible to set up a team? Similar to mods, a group of maintainers could share the burden. I'm not trying to dump this directly on you personally, just entertaining the idea.

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A "selfhosted" community server would be an incredibly cool thing to accomplish in my opinion. There are lots of knowledgeable folks here with years/decades of experience in hosting, it would be awesome if a group of them created an instance, collaboratively, so they could support eachother. It would provide a peace of mind for others that a bunch of competent minds are guarding their accounts, communities and user data.

I thought about spinning up an instance myself when I decided to join the fediverse, but I know my uptime and there is just isn't enough time in my life right now to properly, securely and reliably manage a public facing service.

How about Hymmel? Himmel stands for heaven in German, hinting at a safe space for the lost souls in these tiring times.

It is with great pleasure that I type the obligatory response for the first time in my journey on the fediverse; Holy hell!

May your pipis be bricked and your en passants forced.