

That makes sense!
That makes sense!
For me, there is kind of default neutral sounding voice for comments, but as soon as I get some kind of clue as to the speaker, either from language or punctuation patterns or if they say something about who they are- age, gender, nationality, etc., then the voice gets some more distinctive sound to it.
For instance, @ickplant@lemmy.world, who is the main poster in several communities I subscribe to, has a picture of Leela from Futurama as her profile pic, and she has mentioned that she’s a she. So obviously when I read a comment or a title she wrote, it’s in Leela’s voice.
Your comment seems energetic and friendly, so the voice is genderless and with a neutral (to me) accent, but with an energetic, friendly tone and cadence.
If I’ve been listening to an audio book, or a tv series my inner monologue can take on the voice of the narrator or main character. I’m always afraid I’m going actually speak out loud like them, but it’s never happened.
I just did a batch of lactofermented cherry tomatoes, and the one out of four jars that didn’t get moldy just tastes a bit salty, not really fermented. Not sure what I did wrong.
Yeah, I love sweet gherkins, and when there is an unlabeled dish of cornichons I get very upset at the surprise sour/bitter/black pepper flavors. Give me that DelMonte high fructose corn syrup sweet pickle!
Most places where I am in California have outdoor seating options, but it’s more common to have it behind the restaurant in a little courtyard than in front right next to the street.
It’s not terribly difficult to make a cat safe cake that looks like human food. Cats have no taste receptors for sweet, so cat cakes are generally not sugary.
It does look like that cat had some help getting the frosting on her face though.
Flip it around to be a mirror image instead of photo orientation. Your brain is accustomed to seeing your own face in the mirror and corrects for the asymmetry, so it can seem exaggerated when flipped the other way in pictures.
Oh lawd he comin for yo snac!
A song to shame the ibis:
My grandmother had her left hand tied to her high chair or behind her back by her mother before she even went to school. People are fucked up.
I set some humming bird food to boil a while back. Got distracted in the other room and smelled smoke. Went back into the kitchen and couldn’t see the stove there was so much smoke. Then the smoke alarm went off. Very effective. Took hours to scrub the burn sugar out of the pot and days to get rid of the smoke smell in the house.
Pro tip, always set a timer when you walk away from something on the stove.
I literally did not.
Through vandalism?
Do you mean like a fecal transplant? I don’t think it would work well.