And for heaven’s sake, start an investment retirement account now. Yeah, I know, “but I’m not making enough, but there’s that shiny thing in the (online) store window, but I’m never going to get old.” Just allot one take-out coffee’s worth of spare change per week. You can up the ante later. Let the miracle of compound interest do its thing.

Absolutely! Toasted, with ketchup!

Sorry, absolutely no clue—like at least 30-40 years ago.

Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite. And if they do? Bite them back!

I hear this! Mine now tries to snuggle up by shoving his butt toward my face, and draping his tail across my mouth.

I’ve read about a variation of this and do it faithfully! Except you have to be driving under an overpass with train tracks, and there has to be a (preferably moving) train on the tracks above you. The idea is that when you press your hand to the car’s ceiling, you get to send a wish to hitch a ride on the train going by above you. The moving train takes your wish along with it, giving it quicker travels, more exposure to the world, and thus more opportunities to be fulfilled.

Yes. This is the basic driving style on the Katy. No rules, no lanes. Just wide open spaces, bumper to bumper at a minimum of 75 mph. On a good day.

Walk? In Houston? Nope.

For those who hit the paywall— https://www.zdnet.com/article/googles-new-settings-let-you-remove-your-private-info-from-search-results-heres-how/

From my grandmother: “Essen! Essen!” (Eat! Eat!) Followed quickly by “You need to lose weight! You’re getting fat!”

Just about 10 years on Reddit. My visits to Reddit dropped by 99.9%; still do a few check-ins with support communities I’ve used. Here on Lemmy, actively contributing and minor role as mod in a couple of communities. Building a new home in the stars.

It’s definitely not “normal,” certainly not healthy. As to what—could be symptoms of many different possible underlying causes.

Language, other than one’s native tongue.

Mobile phones as phones—yes, maybe that’s easy. But that we don’t actually use them to TALK to people would be weird.

Grew up in the 50s and 60s. Had a pediatrician who chain-smoked, and had ashtrays all over her office literally overflowing with butts.

That we’ve been to the moon and back, and that they can casually toss into their pockets a device with enough “thinking” power to do the necessary math for the task and then some.

And that we still can’t make nylon stockings that don’t “run,” but that nobody cares because we don’t wear them anymore.

That, and transgender is normal.

Came here to say “sewing.” And a little beyond buttons and tears—hems, darning a sock, simple alterations. And sewing a few simple garments will not only net you those clothes, but an understanding of how garments should be constructed, so you can look at ready-made clothes and tell if they’re likely to be durable, or fall apart the first time you wash them.

This is foolish indeed! Any phone number I’ve tried for “service” shunts me into voice menu hell with excruciating Muzak, interspersed with announcements “did you know you can do this on our website?” Voice phone #s are useless, except for (a) people who know each other, and (b) scammers.

Alzheimer’s, other forms of dementia, Parkinson’s, Huntington’s, multiple sclerosis, Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS or Lou Gehrig’s)… and similar concerns. We’re not all affected by every one of these, but we can make common cause and support each other.

“I also understand how that could be seen to go against the point of federated social media in the first place…”

Federating with Meta is different from federating with individuals. It’s like letting corporations be treated the same as natural persons for the purposes of voting in political elections and exercising other civic participation rights.

Natural persons may have a variety of motivations for federating. Corporations have only one: to increase profit.

And please don’t say “federate now, revisit later if needed.” Recall the fable about the scorpion and the rabbit facing a raging flood. Said the scorpion, “oh please, rabbit, let me ride on your back as you swim across.” Rabbit said “no, you’ll sting me and I’ll die.” Scorpion said “no I won’t; we’re both in danger; I have children at home; we both want to live.” Rabbit said “okay, if you promise not to sting me.” So scorpion climbed onto rabbit’s back, and halfway across the flood, scorpion gave rabbit a lethal sting. Rabbit asked why, and scorpion shrugged; “you knew what I was when you let me onto your back.”