I don’t post to Gitea because I scrawl my code onto a piece of leather made of human flesh and venture down to the shore on a stormy night to hurl it into a raging sea as I shriek insults at God in a language known only to madmen. We are not the same.
I don’t post to Gitea because I scrawl my code onto a piece of leather made of human flesh and venture down to the shore on a stormy night to hurl it into a raging sea as I shriek insults at God in a language known only to madmen. We are not the same.
Oh, you are the guy from the neighboring beach. We should consider synchronizing our sacrifice.
When are you guys doing it? For me, it’s usually every other Saturday evening.