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.

I JUST PICKED UP TWO MERCEDES LACKEY NOVELS AN HOUR AGO AND I PLAN TO DEVOUR THEM. AROOO! LIBRARIES PROVIDE AN IMPORTANT SERVICE TO THEIR COMMUNITIES AND LIBRARY WORKERS ARE AWESOME!

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.

Yeah, I’m in the same boat. I’m crossing my fingers that it doesn’t suck. At least I have no contact.

I’m on Mint Mobile and they’ve not disappointed me yet. TBF, I have minimal expectations.

I would have started to, but when I had trouble finding the “reviews” link on Google I’d probably have given up.

I just got a can of diet Coke in exchange for a 5-star review of a local eatery. I legit like the eatery, but would not have left a review without the bribe.

Is that a legit review or a fake one?

My therapist keeps reassuring me that they have their own therapist and I don’t need to worry about their feelings. Parentification is a hell of a drug.

Same thing over on education. US government entities down to the local level have to comply with WCAG 2.1 by April 2026 iorc, with some exceptions for content created before the cutoff. The exceptions aren’t clearly defined which is causing me a bit of a headache.

I mean, I’d love for all of our legacy documents and images to magically get image descriptions and quality OCR, but the archives have a terabyte of images and PDFs. It doesn’t help that the ruling uses “archives” to mean “legacy stuff unlikely to be used” and we use “archives” to mean “stuff about the history of the college, which students are encouraged to consult”.

Anyways, I’m all for accessibility. It’s good. I’m just borrowing worries from tomorrow about implementation.

I just had the thought that some of our documents are handwritten in ye olde handwriting. That will be the biggest pain in the neck to transcribe. (Shout-out to Transkribus for making it suck less, but it’ll still need to be proofread). I worry that we’ll scan and post fewer of our documents going forward if we have to provide a transcription when we post them.

I, for one, am extremely inconvenienced by not toggling “blind” or “vision impaired” mode in my OS or browser. The existance of a high contrast mode also offends me. The thought that websites might be navigable using speech readers keeps me up at night.