Beg pardon, I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying. Could you please define “this” and “backpassing”?

(I’m not sure if you’re calling the parent post bullshit for suggesting ID without gender markings, or saying having to revert ID is bullshit. If the later: I totally agree that having to lie on one’s ID for safety is hurtful bullshit.)

Yep. When traveling, I want to be as inconspicuous as possible. No X for me, no matter how affirming it would feel.

I’ve been having good luck with Kimi K2 for CSS/bootstrap stuff, and boilerplate API calls (example: update x to y, pulling x and y from this .csv). I appreciate that it cites its sources because then I can go read more and hopefully become more self-reliant when looking up documentation.

Closest we had in public school in Kentucky was a form sent home at the beginning of each year that your parents would sign, stating whether or not the school was allowed to use “corporal punishment” (aka spanking or paddling) on you.

But yeah, parents in some (all?) states in the USA have wide latitude over their kids in ways I don’t agree with.

Ack, I keep reading that as

We’re being led by officials who no longer [recognize] or [refuse to name] the enemy they’re inviting into our own backyard.

And I’m thinking “wait, which is it? Are you upset the officials no longer recognize the enemy or because they no longer refuse to name the enemy?”

I get what they’re trying to say, but it’s not clearly stated.

At about that age, I enjoyed putting together dominos runs and knocking them down. I also liked wooden building blocks. Nowadays they have building made out of dense foam which probably hurt less when your baby brother knocks your tower onto your head.

I had a marble run at about 6. It was awesome.

Sidenote: shout-out the Cyberiad by Stanisław Lem, a Polish author.

Ooh, ooh! I’m in that law! I’m in the (to paraphrase) “competent and devoted to the goal but unempowered” group!

I got my non-gamer boomer neighbor on Bitwarden. It’s not that complicated.

She’s never had a job or hobby where she had to use a computer and she picked up “oh, I store all my passwords in this magic browser thing? That’s way more convenient that remembering which kid’s birthday was the password to my email.” I also taught her how to copy and paste using the keyboard (and that you can remind yourself of what the shortcut is by right-clicking and looking at the shortcut hint in the menu).

I remember asking my dad to cocoon me in blankets as a kid. It was wicked comfy.

Nowadays I’m in a hammock. It’s way more comfy on my hips than a mattress and it gives me that happy cuddled feeling.

At first I thought she was just not wearing a bra in the first shot, leading to unflattering cleavage. Then I noticed the sleeve in the second and third shots was different–it is gathered at the wrist in one shot but not the other.

A book might be listed under multiple subjects or authors but cannot be shelved in multiple places. You can use the card catalog to find such a book because it can be represented by a card under multiple subjects or authors.

That’s just because you haven’t met my label maker. It does the letters one at a time, manually, embossed into a strip of plastic.

10, tops

Mine’s fine. My partner is also dating someone else and that person is awesome. Sometimes my partner is gone for a weekend, which means I get the whole condo to myself, can take up the whole dining table with my hobby mess, and can order delivery food that would give him heartburn (instead of ordering from someplace he can also order from).

Sometimes his girlfriend visits us, which is a great impetus to clean the condo. She’s also a great cook ☺️

Exactly. Cards can’t be slower than an Internet connection.

I’ve been enjoying Kagi. You pay a monthly fee (there’s a free trial) and get good search results. You can even tailor the results to prioritize or deprioritize various sites. For example, I told it to never show me anything from Pinterest.

Supporting them through colonoscopy prep and being their ride home afterwards. Sitting in the exam room with them as they try and break wind after the procedure. Clapping in delight when the trumpet finally sounds because it means their pain/discomfort will start subsiding.

They still do, at least in Kentucky. That’s where I picked up a case for my first dulcimer. Dulcimers and rifles have similar dimensions, and I needed something quick to protect my new instrument on a long drive home.