If you return ‘too many’ items they may suspend or even ban your account. I’m not sure what the threshold is.

I use bullshit answers for these, and save them in the notes section of my password manager.

Google voice is hit or miss. It’s worked for a lot of smaller sites for me, but the bigger / more corporate it is, the less likely it seems to work.

When you forget to allow the druid into Leomund’s Tiny Hut.

Dredge players: I need those!

Paid an electrician to fish ethernet for me from my utility closet where the router is to my home office. Was well worth the expense. WiFi is great, and I use it for all the other devices in the house. But I work from home most days, and I got tired of the random slow-downs and drops.

Seems like maybe another trope is a character refusing to eat when they are upset or grieving. This happens in real life, too, of course. But it’s kind of a frequent go-to for writers.

The literal-minded still struggling with figurative speech, I see.

I hope she takes half his stuff.

I suspect 90% of them don’t care. The 10% that do care already judged me as soon as I walked in.

I refuse to use Meta, and I block their various URLs in my home. Friends and family complain and give me grief about it. It’s astonishing how much of a creep Zuck is, and yet he’s got his hooks in deep, and some people are still addicted to his garbage.

I know it’s been a while, but I’m still getting used to the curly hair. Looks much better than the stupid Caesar thing he was going with before. But he still looks like a synth.

Sideline interviews.

Good grief that link is a long list of gatekeeping BS for frikkin’ hotdogs. I hate ketchup on a hotdog, but it doesn’t bother me if someone else likes it. Why try to boss the world? Let people enjoy things.

The Brother PocketJet series of printers might have a model you like. I have never used one of the PJ printers, but I’ve had good experiences with other Brother printers.

Everything has to be shorter, because gnat-like attention spans.

“If Books Could Kill” vibes.

Yeah, it was weird. Most restaurants had a non-smoking section because allowing people to smoke everywhere was the norm. Leaded gasoline. Little kids playing with real fireworks. The 70s and 80s were a wild ride of irresponsibility.

It wasn’t all bad, though. It was cool being a kid at times. Playing outside almost every day until dinner time with the other kids in the neighborhood.

My music “career”.

You’re a bold one. Lemmy hates videos and AI both.