Religious, yes. But very much on a farm.
Dookieman12
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All my OC is created with MS Paint (not Paint 3D). I know how to use “real” photo editing software, but I still prefer Paint for memes; I enjoy how its technical limitations add a problem solving element to the creative process.
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I try not to spend more than 20-30 minutes on any one piece because I think spending any more time than that indicates a certain level of respect for the original source material I don’t wish to convey, and I want my art to have a certain “vandalism” or “graffiti” vibe to it.
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Not until after menopause. She was born in the rural US American south some time in the 1920s (the date is known, I just forget). She grew up during the great depression, never went to school, only knew what she learned from her mother, who lived the same way, and only socialized with other women at church, who also lived and grew up the same way. She could read and count well enough to follow a recipe and write enough to leave her husband a note, but that was about it. She was raised to believe that if she said no to her husband in the bedroom, he would divorce her, word would spread around town that she wasn’t a “good woman” and she would end up an old spinster, the worst thing a woman could possibly be.
Being fair to women back then, most of them didn’t know how sex and babies worked, lacked any sort of formal education besides knowing how to read and write, and were raised that disagreeing with your husband or saying no to him in the bedroom was how to wind up an old spinster, the worst fate for any woman.
“Honey, if I knew what was causing it, I would never have had more than two.”
-My great grandma, mother of 12
Oh wow, you dug a grave? Look at mister “thinks he’s better than everybody else because he owns enough land to bury people”. Why don’t you just tie em up in a sack and toss em in the river like the rest of us?
Dookieman12@piefed.socialto
memes@lemmy.world•Feels like playing word jumble just to order at a restaurant.English
2·21 hours agoIn the context of a technical discussion, that assertion might hold water, but this meme is referring to discussing one’s feelings.
So, in a way, you’re kind of right.
Dookieman12@piefed.socialto
memes@lemmy.world•Feels like playing word jumble just to order at a restaurant.English
2·21 hours agoAlso, what I want to say compared to my patience to type it on a touch screen with my thumbs.
Dookieman12@piefed.socialto
memes@lemmy.world•It really is the worst image formatEnglish
02·2 days agoYou’re an “expert in image processing” but don’t understand the fundamental difference between the .jpg and .png image formats or the encoding and compression algorithms underpinning them? I find that doubtful.
.png only compresses efficiently when used as intended, which is for screenshots or other images with large areas of solid colors, where each pixel is most likely the same color value as its neighbors. In this use case, it’s much more efficient than .jpg. However, .jpg is much more efficient than .png when it’s used as it’s intended; encoding images of the real world, like images taken with a digital camera, where each pixel has a slightly different color value than the ones next to it.
You can test this yourself by taking a picture with your phone’s camera, then copying the image, converting the copy to the other file format, then comparing the file sizes. Next, repeat the process with a screenshot of a web page or a simple Paint drawing. You’ll see that the camera image is smaller as a .jpg but the screenshot is smaller as a .png.
She lived on the farm, but she didn’t work it; that’s what the male children were for. Her “place” was in the house.
She told me she would ask sometimes, but all anybody would ever tell her was some variation of, “Birds fly. Fish swim. Women have babies. That’s just what they do/That’s just the way it is.”
She finally found out from her doctor while discussing her hysterectomy, but only after confirming her husband was already dead.