Notices by Different Drummer (differentdrummer@syzito.xyz)

@lorimeyers Very much noted. Fucktonne of the bastards were in the US and Europe.

@lorimeyers I remember when Bolsonaro got in, the staff at Boteco Do Brasil (a Brazilian restaurant in Edinburgh) were ecstatic and some of them were threatening socialist Edinburgh Brazilians online. I have never set foot in there. A Brazilian women I used to be an acquaintance of who lived here had, she said it was shit.

#Bolsominions

@lorimeyers Americans, as a whole, are just NOT that self-aware. Most of them STILL don't get what's coming.

@lorimeyers *shudder* The fascists get in in Brazil AGAIN and it'll be like the US is about to be.

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@lorimeyers 😳

@lorimeyers Only where you are concerned.

@lorimeyers You ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

I simply wish to thank my two year old black floof Loki for being.

He chose me and moved in.

I would not be here without him. After Frost died (the last of the four cats I moved to Scotland with, from Mordor) I was bereft and giving up. Then this Moochious Maximus turned up and co-opted my existence.

#CatsOfMastodon

@lorimeyers All fringe material is as much as it isn't.

Depends on its mood.

@lorimeyers Hey you. Was just about to try and go to sleep BEFORE 1a.m. for a change and then I remembered, I had not said hello to you today. Bad me.

😘 🤗 😊 💤

@lorimeyers Indeed, you're one. 😘

N'night 💤

@lorimeyers Yes; definitely, me too.

@lorimeyers

TBH me too, it's more honest. Not that I don't smile. I just have little reason to.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Berwick

@lorimeyers Very relatable.

@lorimeyers Me. When no-one is looking.

@lorimeyers I'm not hopeful; seen too much. But happy to be wrong on this!
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I'm going out to sit in the tenement garden for a bit. The Sun's past the rooftops around here/behind clouds, so it's pushing twilight, and cold, but I can't be reading this stuff. I need air. For however long it remains breathable.

Thank you everyone for your interest.

I'm trying to keep this account more visual than wordy to avoid the depression-induced burnout of previous experience.

Not intending to ignore anyone whilst trying not to spend too much time on something that ultimately takes one away from the world outside the window.

The enemy of my enemy is STILL my fucking enemy.

Years ago, when I was on what used to be called Twitter, I deleted my original accounts because they had become unwieldy. I had hundreds of followers & followed likewise; I couldn't keep up.

Many people had thousands. I wondered why people were so *desperate* for numbers. It wasn't hard; the shallower the pool the bigger the follow count - unless they were a 'celebrity' then it tended to be somewhat inverse.

I don't do numbers.

If you're here for me, I'm here for you.

Fuck anything else.