Thanks. I try my best to help.

My biggest bit of advice to people buying their elderly parents tech: pick an OS and stick to it. I’m tired of nice old ladies coming in with an iPhone and an Android tablet, looking for help. They’re fine with one or the other OS. Swapping confuses them.

I have Prime but I don’t pay for it. Way back when in college, I got on my parents’ plan as a student. I’ve graduated and moved a few times since then. Still don’t pay.

I don’t get Prime videos, but that’s fine by me.

It’s like that time my old high school had a school shooting and some elected official was all like “no one could have predicted this” and I was like “my brother in Christ, I went to that high school. If no one predicted a mass shooter event then why the fuck weren’t we allowed long coats or backpacks? Why the metal detectors? Was it all for shits and giggles?”

Anyways, elected officials lie and it’s very upsetting to people that expect literal truth. Maybe it’s comforting to some?

I’m disappointed that Librarian isn’t on the list. We’re super trustworthy! Edit: some librarians might count as civil servants. I’m tbh not sure where that line is.

I took all my meds on time, and so did my dog.

Oh! I also baked a pizza and it was really tasty. Pup didn’t get pizza, but did get oven-dried fish skins and he’s really happy about that.

The main service my period tracker provides is a notification telling me “hey, it’s PMS time. If you’re emo it’s ok, it’s probably just hormones and not the real end of the world. You’re also likely to hyperfixate on something. Pull out your knitting a fixate on that, instead of risking fixating on something someone said off-handedly a decade ago that now makes you cry”.

(The message is user-configurable. Mine doesn’t say that verbatum, but that’s the gist.)

Chosen family > assigned family

I’m glad this article is about Clue. I hope I can continue to trust them.

I’ve been using Clue for years and it’s nicely trans-friendly and not-pink. When I was first looking for a period app, many options were focused on fertility–either seeking or avoiding pregnancy–which rubbed me the wrong way.

My tradition (ever since I moved away from my irl friends) is to stock up on one of every type of turkey TV dinner at the grocery store, then feast on that over the course of the 5-day weekend (thank you, Union!). It’s super chill. I play video games and knit. My pup and I will hang out at the dog park.

I’m happy with the built-in privacy, muchly because I’m using it on a work computer so I have no expectation of real privacy anyway.

And fair.

I’ve moved to Vivaldi recently and it’s been refreshingly not-suck.

No, that was me leaning into the silly as a millennial.

No cap. Ohio. Cowabunga.

Yeah, I had it explained as “you’re playing a video game and you get to choose the final boss. Do you choose Bowser or SpaceGodzilla?”

I’d go with Bowser. At least in SM RPG he was capable of working with his opponents towards a common good.

Thanks :)

I didn’t think I could go back to not having a backup camera, heated side mirrors, and that feature that detects when your wheels are slipping and makes adjustments so you still go the way your steering wheel indicates.

Airbags and ABS are non-negotiable.

The other day I saw a mid-90s shitbox in the parking lot and it made me so hopeful for my 2008 car. Like, that’s a sign my car has at least 10 more years in it.

“Millionaire in assets” is even less impressive when you factor in someone’s home value. Like, Zillow keeps telling me my condo is worth $350k. I guess I am worth that on paper, but it’s not liquid or “walking around” money.

I’m on a queer librarian Mastodon instance and it’s pretty chill.

Agreed. My condo complex doesn’t allow flags or signs. We’re allowed holiday-appropriate door wreaths and that’s it. I’m wicked glad I don’t have to know my neighbors’ politics.

Partner and I once test drove a car that had “passed” a something something-point inspection at the dealer. As partner turns onto the highway he realizes it doesn’t have a rear-view mirror. We were not impressed with that dealership. (Partner later said that when he got in he made sure the mirrors were adjusted, but his brain didn’t clock that there wasn’t a rear-view mirror until he had to use it. TBF, the missing mirror wasn’t pointed the wrong way.)

Same dealership tried to badmouth my Prius in order to get it as a trade-in. Partner had introduced me as his roommate and driver, which made it even weirder.