#Joke #Humour

While walking down the street one day a politician is tragically hit by a truck and dies.

Her soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. . “Welcome to Heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in,” says the lady.

“Well, I’d like to but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”

“Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,” says the head of state.

“I’m sorry but we have our rules.” And with that, St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and she finds herself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a club and standing in front of it are all her friends and other politicians who had worked with her, everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet her, hug her, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar.

Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that, before she realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives her a big hug and waves while the elevator rises.

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for her. “Now it’s time to visit Heaven.” So 24 hours pass with the head of state joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing.

They have a good time and, before she realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns. “Well then, you’ve spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity.”

She reflects for a minute, then the head of state answers: “Well, I would never have said it, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in Hell.”

So Saint Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to Hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and she is in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. She sees all her friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags.

The Devil comes over to her and lays his arm on her neck. “I don’t understand,” stammers the head of state. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and club and we ate lobster and caviar and danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.

The Devil looks at her, smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted for us!”

> Oh, we're out here. Proudly being the one person in the room saying, "Look, it's not just that these things are garbage generators but they are literally the _least_ ethical way possible to generate garbage and burn the planet at the same time."

Offices. We're talking about the waste of everyone's time, energy, commutes, and the abuse of precious real estate on offices, right?

RE: fosstodon.org/@arcanechat/1159…

thanks a lot to the people that gave a review! you rock! 💜


if you happen to have #GooglePlay on some device, please give #ArcaneChat a review so it gets more visibility in the main stream, your sacrifice getting your hands dirty with Google will not be in vain 🎖️

play.google.com/store/apps/det…

#boostswelcome #pleaseBoost #boost
#foss #openSource #privacy #encryption #messenger


I'm noticing how much what I want to be doing with my life can evolve over time based on my perception of the situation around me.
At one point in time, I didn't feel particularly attached to doing any kind of accessibility-related work. I ended up sliding into it because it was available to me, not that there was anything wrong with that, and, to be clear, I feel grateful towards people who gave me opportunities, but, if I had other options available to me, then I may well have done something different. But then I ended up getting involved with Linux, and now I see a lot of accessibility-related gaps, things that no one is working on right now, so ...

I could say something similar about wanting to work in order to have financial stability, manifest one's skills and talents in the world, and generally have options in life vs. wanting to retire or temporarily leave the work force in order to have more time to volunteer or handle family things, manifest one's skills and talents in the world, and generally have options in life.

Under normal circumstances, I would be at work this evening broadcasting an interview. But the guests canceled the show, so here I am playing around with NVDA Composer.
First, I created a basic melody in NVDA Composer – it’s a Slovak folk song. Then I imported it into Reaper, added some modern samples from Nexus, and this is the result.
You might ask why I didn’t do it directly in Reaper’s step sequencer. Because that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun. Hmm, seems that for some reason I can not upload mp3 dyrectly to this post, so here it is.
s.ondrosik.sk/f/b0cd4167954446…
#NVDAComposer #Composituary

On my way back from my parents' to Vienna and I was driving through the Czech Republic. In tribute to that fact, have my first NVDA Composer thing - Jozin z Bazin by Ivan Mladek, because we all need some more songs about swamp monsters called Joseph, or something... Could be better but given that it took most of the 4-hour ride to put it together, I don't think it's bad. Haven't found the special Nokia mode with the wav exports yet which could have saved it. Shall we call this #Composituary #NVDAComposer?

ondrosik reshared this.

Fucking Microsoft/Outlook sacks of goddamned SHIT!

My stuff (mail server), *again* cannot connect to their crap fucking mail hosts because ... why this time?

I have reverse DNS (IPv4 and IPv6) *Pristine* ... Google takes my mail, no sweat no strain.

Microsoft is a fucking hazard in EMail Space. They should not be Allowed (on the Internet, really ... ever) to run Internet EMail services and call it that.

connect to
outlook-com.olc.protection.out…[52.101.40.28]:25: Connection timed out

Es ist fast eine Woche her, dass sich hier mehrfach von sehr prominenten Menschen gegen, Inklusion auf Mastodon geschossen wurde. Bei einer der Personen ging es um Bildbeschreibungen. Hier haben die Argumente verfangen und das finde ich sehr gut!

Bei der anderen Person ging es um die Verwendung von Hashtags im Fließtext. Hier wurde erst versucht, sich mit einer vermeintlich veralteten Technik herauszureden und dann eine ausgewiesene Expertin auf dem Gebiet aufs übelste beleidigt. Statt einer Entschuldigung folgte, auch über die Grenzen von Mastodon hinaus das Begeben in eine Opferrolle. Jedes noch so ruhig und neutral formulierte Gesprächsangebot wurde ignoriert.

Ich glaube, dass die meisten Leute hier vollkommen fremd ist, wie es sich anfühlt, hunderte Beiträge darüber zu lesen, wie schön es sei, dass die Person sich nicht unterkriegen lässt, weil es sind ja alles nur Störenfriede, die sich nicht zu benehmen wissen. Hier spielt zum einen ein krasses Machtgefälle eine Rolle, denn diese Menschen stehen in der Öffentlichkeit und in Rollen, die mit einer gewissen Moralität aufgeladen sind.

Als Mensch mit Behinderung kann ich sagen, dass aber noch etwas Anderes eine Rolle spielt. Hier, dass keiner betroffenen Person auch nur eine Antwort gegeben wurde. Nichtbehinderte hingegen bekamen sofort eine Antwort. Was soll man daraus schließen? Zählt die Lebensrealität behinderter Menschen so wenig, dass sie nicht mal eine Reaktion würdig sind?

Um es drastisch zu sagen: Das ist das Aussortieren aus der öffentlichen Diskussion. Man hat ja genug Verbündete, die die anderen nur als störendes Beiwerk betrachten, das man wegblocken kann. Dabei bin ich mir sicher, dass ein Großteil dieser Unterstützenden ganz nette Menschen sind, würde man ihnen in anderem Kontext begegnen.

Aber kommt es nicht gerade hier, wo im relativ Kleinen Menschen nicht zugehört wird schon darauf an, sich ein differenziertes Bild zu machen? Muss man das nicht gerade von Menschen erwarten dürfen, die wissen, wie sich Angriffe anfühlen? (1/2)