It’s nice to be able to call your parents when you’re bleeding out in the school atrium.

Latest version of Anubis has a JavaScript-free verification system. It isn’t as accurate, so I allow js-free visits only if the site isn’t being hammered. Which, tbf, prior to Anubis no one was getting in, JS or no JS.

Yay! I won’t edit my comment (so your comment will make sense) but I checked and they also list they/them on their github profile

That makes sense. I was raised Southern [USA], so I can fake polite conversation with the best of them. If anything, I’m too chatty if the checkout clerk gives the slightest sign of talkativeness.

same. The local self checkouts are a sensory nightmare for me. There’s blinking lights I can’t avoid, a camera+screen I can’t ignore… I just can’t deal with it.

local home depot only has self checkout. I don’t go there any more.

I’ll say the developer is also very responsive. They’re (ambiguous ‘they’, not sure of pronouns) active in a libraries-fighting-bots slack channel I’m on. Libraries have been hit hard by the bots: we have hoards of tasty archives and we don’t have money to throw resources at the problem.

Did you have the plastic babies to take home and “care for” to scare you out of teen pregnancy? They had a key that you stabbed into the back of the baby and twisted, so they would stop crying.

The second. John 3:16 is a very popular verse in the Baptist crowd I grew up around in the 90s. I don’t think it’s any more a fascist dog whistle than a Jesus fish. YMMV on how christofascist that is.

Like, I never went to church and it’s ingrained in my brain from my classmates and reading bumper stickers.

LGBTQA+ people can be tunnel-visioned about their “flavor” of queer. I was once told by a lesbian that of course I wouldn’t know about a specific Boston queer housing mailing list—I have a boyfriend.

Never mind I’m ace, non-binary, and polyamorous [which may or may not be queer, but is at least queer adjacent]. Like, yeah. I’m not LG. I can still be BTQA+.

why not add notes as marginalia?

My dad grew gourdes. One of the happiest pictures I have of him late in life is him standing on the porch, surrounded by gourdes hanging to dry. I have three of his goudes. I also have one of his loufas.

ooh, be careful. That sounds like a public display of affection. You’d get sent up the principal’s office at my high school.

(why yes, my autistic ass took decades before I became comfortable breaking that ingrained rule, even after graduation. Thanks, Kentucky.)

Yep. I just don’t tend to have tasks that require much state, they’re all pretty easy to pick up or put down.

I’ve had positions where I would get in the zone and didn’t want to be interrupted, I get how that feels. It’s lovely. I used to sit and rework test cases to handle updated requirements across dozens of files, back when I was in QA doing automated testing.

This study emphasizes to me that I’m not a dev, I’m the library’s designated techie (aka a systems librarian). I do write scripts, but mostly I maintain servers, help coworkers with CSS, and figure out what obscure setting is assigning unwanted overdue book fines (under Configuration Menu > Fulfillment > Physical Fulfillment > Advanced Policy Configuration, naturally).

I enjoy interruptions because they help me prioritize my day.

Our understanding of how words work is different and that is ok. We’ve clearly communicated how we each interpret the phrase, so there’s no misunderstanding in this case and we are unlikely to encounter the same phrase together again in the wild.

edit: root disagreement is that you believe the adverb “explicitly” cannot modify the verb “imply”, whereas I believe it can. I doubt either of us will convince the other.

It’s not explicitly saying X, it’s explicitly implying X. Really being explicit that they’re implying the thing.

“I’m not saying I’m running for president but I’m not not saying that, if you know what I mean”

(haven’t seen the clip, just postulating)

I’m with Great Aunt whomever. Flying sucks.

Plus, you could make it an event or party car. Imagine a traveling bachelorette party with a murder mystery dinner, karaoke, no flying, no driving, and you end up somewhere cool and can nap on the way back.

(100% of the pre-wedding parties I’ve been to have had karaoke and a murder mystery dinner. Sample set of one.)

My new doctor’s office is the first I’ve had that didn’t ask. It’s so refreshing. Like, I’m coming in because I suspect I have hEDS. I can bend my limbs weird. Menstruation doesn’t come into it.

I’ve never owned a printer, but have always had a job where I could print personal stuff. Highly recommend. My current job, I have a personal laser printer and it’s awesome. I use it to print letters, notes for doctor’s visits, and craft patterns.

and there’s no way I’d trust my phone enough to not print travel tickets. Paper backups ftw.