🎓 Doc Freemo 🇳🇱 @freemo@qoto.org

Hello you fine people, born in 1980 in Germany. I basically grew up with computers. My dad being a tech nut I learnt to repair tube TVs in my apprenticeship (that went well …) and studied informatics for a year (that also went “well”).
I love tech, scifi and the internet with all my heart. I am recording my gameplay in various indie and Paradox games for years and nearly got rid of my formerly horrendous accent.

I don’t like censorship but my countries history taught be to be cautious. Left leaning doesn’t describe me well. I am on the very fringe of that axis but liberal to a fault. I don’t care what you do with your life if it doesn’t hurt other or infringes on their rights.

Labels are just a tool to divide us on this ride. We only have a few decades and I want to make mine the best I could possibly have.

Thanks to @freemo I am giving this whole thing another chance.

So this is not capped at some random low three digit number so I will list some more or less interesting hobbies of mine:
#History #writing #linux #gaming Painting little warhammeresque miniatures #cats #politics

Yup, I got a channel https://www.youtube.com/user/Commandelicious
Yeap, I totally display my grandfathers picture war diary http://commandelicious.blogspot.com/2017/07/my-grandfathers-picture-wardiary.html

Never forget that if you are sure about something without thinking about it, it usually means you either have a bias or are totally wrong.

#introductions

Hi there! I was just reading Twitter and got in to an article about Mastodon, liked the idea and here I am. Taking the next step in social independent networks. I like open water swimming, science (space and physics mostly) and human behavior in society (I was going to say politics, but like to analyze the issues farther than just the forms). So, it is nice to start here at QOTO and feel free to chat or ask. I speak Spanish and English (in that order). Thank you for reading!

Hi all! New to QOTO, obviously; still relatively new to Mastodon in general (though @4of92000@mastodonten.de is also me). Just seeing what's up for now.

Not quite sure what the etiquette is for having the same account name across multiple instances; if someone better-versed in the arcane lore of Mastodon could inform me I would be very pleased.

Peace and shit.

It was two boys that found Pa dead in the saddle. They said he thought he was just asleep but then were confused when he didn’t answer their calls. Pa was never one to do something like that, not answer someone. My guess was that he never had a reason to hang his head down in his life. War heroes don’t hang their heads down when talking to anyone, and Pa was definitely that.

They were skinny boys, people in Creekborn called them the beanpole twins, even though they weren’t twins. Just close in age. They were skinny, though. The beanpole twins.

One of them told me that Pa still had the reins in his hand when they finally got the horse stopped. He thought Pa might have been playing some game at it for a second, then realized that Sheriff Tom Wade wasn’t one to play games.

What they did is kept him there on the horse and went to get Mayor Tibbets.

My guess is that Tibbets knew Pa was dead the moment he heard the news. He knew Pa just about as well as anyone could. They were in their respective positions for all of my life. He knew Pa would never sleep in the saddle, or even worse, ride drunk upon a horse.

It was Tibbets that brought me the news. He was, in those days, still splendidly dressed. I was kneeled at the row of corn when he came up on his horse, and right then and there, I knew it was bad news. Tibbets did not often ride a horse, except for show in ceremonies. Pa had planted the row of corn with me the week before. Just the first row. He said he would come back next week and we could add to it. But for now, or then, just to get the farm started, he said it was enough.

The next few weeks would teach me what enough was.

Pa’s full name was Thomas Leonard Wade Sr. and he was the sheriff here for twenty-five years. Him dying in the saddle seemed right for a man like Pa. Older folks called him Tom Wade and those that didn’t called him Sheriff Wade. If there was someone new in town and they saw Pa, and saw the tin badge he wore on his shirt or outside his coat when it was cold, they knew enough to call him Sir. Pa had a stern face and serious eyes enough that even a stranger would know not to mess about in addressing him.

He got his sherrifship based largely on his performance in the War of the Rebellion. Now, when it’s writ down, I suppose that Iowa should not be highly noted in that war. More likely the pen of the historian will writ down what happened to the soldier of the east, else how the Rebs were beat down, else the March to the Sea. Probably a lot about generals. But if one historian is so inclined, and looks to dig back through the medals of that war, they should find Tom Wade’s name among the most highly decorated.

Grant wrote a letter about Pa, specially commending him to Lincoln, for Pa’s service in the 14th Infantry Regiment. It was a short paragraph, but Pa’s name is in it. He was a captain then. There’s something about how brave Pa was, how he kept fighting after he was shot, how he was back to work the next day. There’s something about how the 14th saved Grant’s ass. I would guess it was true. Not the letter, I mean. I saw the letter, I mean. I just mean what Grant said. I could net well imagine such a vital General lying to the President of the United States and for what.

I was born the year that war ended. Pa caught another bullet, late and just before the end of that war, and was sent back home. I came about to be in the winter of 1865. My Ma, her name was Nettie, died the next spring. Was pneumonia they tell me. I always wisht I could remember something about her, just one thing. When I was a kid, I used to lie and say all kinds of things of false remembering about her. I felt pressured to by the adults that said kind things about her and Pa, else I felt embarrassed by kids saying I was a bastard (even though that wasn’t true by any measure) and I spun some wild tales. How I was talking a month after I was born, else the games I would play with her even before I walked.

I always heard growing up that Pa was the King of Creekborn. That’s what everybody called him. Kids called him that, the ones I would lie to. Every grown person called him that too. It took me a while in my growing to understand that he wasn’t, that the sheriff of any town is not the king. Until I was old enough to understand a little, I wondered where his crown was. I asked him about that crown one time. It was of the few instances that I can remember him laughing. One of the few times I remembered the straight of his mouth curling up.

#writing #amwriting #novel #creekbornking #writer

August 12, 2018

And every morning now is like the first day you were born, as far as I can feel. Every morning on this long break, all this time we spend together, is like another day when I first saw you in the hospital.

I cannot tell how crazy I am, but I know that it is far down the line. Past irrational. Past my place of good judgment.

Each morning you come to me and hug me and we just do that for a while. You just hug me for a while and though it doesn’t last long I know that these are the best moments I will ever live. More than any money I might make. More than any recognition I might garner. More than any place I may go. Nothing more honest or right has ever happened to a person who has ever lived. All accolade is below your arms around my neck.

And then the morning continues and I drink coffee and offer to make you eggs. You want cereal mostly. The yellow kind, you say - corn flakes. Or the chocolate kind, you say. You want the iPad always, and I give it to you as long as I can.

We have been all over this summer. Swimming. Zhongshan. Arcades. Hubei. Indoor playgrounds that were not cheap but becoming your father was everything in my life and I was glad to pay that. Because to watch you smile is to beat the sunrise. To see you happy is all the good in the world in a second. One more day with you, again and again.

I told you the other day, that I want you to be happy. You asked me if it was so I could take a picture of you smiling. I said it wasn’t, and that it was just that I wanted you to feel that way. You told me not to worry. You said you always are.

One more day with you, again and again.

Just call me Yanna, an aspiring writer and a Communications student from the lovely Philippines #introductions

Ugh... amaroq’s black theme is hurting my eyes. Black themes are good only at night.

I remember reading that in the first days of email, instead of the now-ubiquitous "@" symbol, it was the "!" instead. Wished Mastodon could've paid homage to that by formatting IDs as @user!instance :P

@freemo Thank you, I am new here. Just learning to toot :)

Meme idea was taken from reddit but I updated with iOS version’s graphics

I want to be able to tell my friends why #mastodon is better than the birdsite, so I wrote a thing: "Mastodon Is Better than Twitter: Elevator Pitch"
https://www.codesections.com/blog/mastodon-elevator-pitch/

I want this to be as persuasive as possible to outsiders, so I'd appreciate as much feedback as possible from Mastodon users

Hi! I am Gaurav Dhwaj Khadka from Kathmandu, Nepal. Photographer and filmmaker. #introductions

Met this nomadic pup in the Thar Desert.

#WorldPhotographyDay 2018

Can I submit ideas or codes for Mastodon?

The progression of our epicly unsafe and unreasonable fire...

#camping #fire #campfire
@absolutus

This is the house crests of the Three Magii from the bible (the three wise men). It is c1490 though the crests of course were known much farther back than that. This comes from two separate sources, the other being a painting "The adoration of hte Magii".

Notice that one of the crests is effectively the moon and star seen on islamic flags. This is no coincidence, Islam and Christianity have always been closely linked.

One of the best Dives I ever did was in Sardinia, Italy.

#SCUBA #Ocean #Water #Diving