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 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.

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.

Thanks. She’s blocked everywhere I can think of. I’m going to be a messy feelings blob today and that’s ok. I have coffee and chocolate.

It took 107 years of low-contact to go to no-contact. I’m not making this choice lightly. She just sucks that much.

And I’m going to steal “duderino”. It’s mine now.

I have a trans teenage cousin in Texas. We’re not close, but I worry. All I can really do is let him and his mom know I exist in a “safe” state and hope they reach out if they decide to leave.

No worries. “No contact” is the only path to a peaceful existence with my mom. I’ve tried working with her and it doesn’t take. Latest example of why I should just lose her number which happened just now: I missed a text from her then got one less than 24 hours later saying

“Sorry to bother you. I thought you might give a fuck but I see i was mistaken. I won’t bother you again.”

That’s gross dude on a dating site behavior. Tbh, if it was important she could have called or emailed.

Anyways, I’m going to treat her like a gross date and lose her number. This isn’t the first time she’s threatened to go no-contact and I see no reason to protest.

I can’t even get folks to use the right pronouns for me. I have no hope of getting my narcissistic mother to treat me as an adult. She won’t even believe me about basic facts about, for example, about how my city’s public transit works (facts listed on a very large poster she could read herself) if they contradict her first impressions.

I didn’t mind the wedding ring, but I do wish they’d let Grandma be buried in her cheap costume jewelry. Let the dead woman have her bling.

Same funeral, my aunt asked me accusingly if the pearl necklace I was wearing came from Grandma’s jewelry chest. It didn’t. Grandma didn’t own pearls.

Hard disagree. Children should be treated as children, not parentified.

At my grandmother’s funeral, she wore her jewelry for the viewing but it was quietly removed by the funeral home folks and handed to my mother before the burial. So there might be less jewelry than you’d expect.