- cross-posted to:
- loops@midwest.social
- cross-posted to:
- loops@midwest.social
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Loops yellow background is absolutely dog shit.
Original video by Astrid (@OddPride): https://www.tiktok.com/@oddpride/video/7283981353597635871
Thanks for posting the original! I’ve been liking Loops so far, but it would be nice if there were some feature for tracking the source of reposts.
Is there a notification service that lets people know when loops.video is accepting new members?
Hmm, looks like they’ve closed sign ups again. There was an outage in their hosting provider yesterday and the creator of Loops says there will be a big update this weekend:
https://mastodon.social/@dansup/113568454654426089
Maybe check back later this weekend/next week? I’m guessing they don’t have a notification system set up since the closed signups seem temporary
Ah gotcha. Thanks for the info - I’ll keep an eye out!
Mushroooooms 🤗
Ego reset manifest
Yuck
yes I’m too old for this shit too but I’m sure I was like that when I tried
Never too old for another trip.
All the gold is just supernova waste as are you…
What if my mom sucks?
37 times???
In a row?!?
Something something parking lot!
Who or what?
Yes
“Life begins at conception? No. Life began billions of years ago, and it’s just been a continuous process ever since!” - George Carlin
What the fuck is that yellow background? “Hey! Fuck your eyes! Don’t use our website!”
Me when mushroom
First question - “When was your mother born???”
Me: - “I’m not asking my mom that!!! You think I’m going to ask her when she was born???”
neat!
For good or ill, it has those TikTok vibes.
Conversely, I am merely a model of my own behaviors, thoughts, goals, and dreams. The “me” I was twenty years ago is not the same “me” that exists now, at that point I didn’t exist, I wasn’t yet alive, but the thoughts, behaviors, and memories of that person helped grow into the person I am today. My memories of those times before are old and reconstructed, I don’t have the same memories entirely, I have memories of memories of memories, and who knows if the memories I have today will be the same in twenty years. When I die as an individual, the model of my self and my behaviors will be carried by the people I knew and was close to, and parts of me will still exist as the behaviors I had were picked up on, my views and ideas turned into memes carried into the people I relayed them to, the patterns that were “me” now part of everyone as they grow and change into new people themselves. I am not just genetic data, that was just the foundation of my existence, the soil in which I grew, but as I grew and reasoned and modeled myself from my surroundings, I also gave myself back to the connections I made. In that way I am either a continuation of all the humanity I was before and will eventually be as long as the ideas exist, or limited to the self I am in the present, and only for the brief part that I am actually present for.
The closer you look at identity, the less defined and distinct it appears. I’m either the entire river with its myriad sources and tributaries or I’m whatever sliver of water flowing in its path. It doesn’t much matter either way. I think the meaning of such a thing is more distributed across the minds capable of understanding it, as it is with language, a sort of gaussian distribution whose peak is the average understanding, which shifts depending on what part of the local extelligence you have access to.
Oh to be young and feel every new personal discovery so viscerally!
The sound didn’t match the lip movement 😥
