Ever since I ordered a 7-cheese macaroni and cheese side dish that lovingly named each cheese and didn’t mention it had chunks of bacon mixed in, I ask to be sure.

Fuck you, Applebee’s.

I use a horipad-brand wired switch-style controller on PC. I use it because it fits better in my hands/ergonomics. I have a post-it note on my monitor reminding me of the button layout.

Me, neither. I think the target market is grievers who believe chatgpt is a magic Oracle. It’s taking the memory of someone dear and diluting it with nonsense.

I’m 4 years out from losing my dad. Can confirm: one of the most upsetting things is knowing I’m unlikely to make new memories of him.

(Unlikely but not unable: his frat brother told last year me about how they used get together in Dad’s room, smoke pot, and play tabletop RPGs. I… I knew about the tabletop games but not the marijuana.)

Students smoking where they shouldn’t is a PITA to me, a librarian, because it can set off some fire alarms.

I do not appreciate needing to help a less mobile coworker down the stairs to evacuate the building. I don’t like spending in the rain while we wait for the fire department to declare the “all clear”.

We don’t use spy pucks to tattle on students, though: we know what alarm was triggered and we know who checked out that study room. Or we know who came out of the single seat bathroom.

Edit: and generally students have been contrite when they return the study room key after the building was evacuated. Very “I didn’t do it but I’ll let my friends who were studying with me know…” and we’ve not had repeat offenders. Tbh, they’re [young] adults so as long as no one is hurt and I don’t hear about it I’m cool with it.

My mom had all sorts of books on mental health and disability. I remember one on abnormal childhood development (it had neat examples of pictures kids might draw) and multiple with now-outdated but then-clinical terms in their titles. These were textbooks from her attempt at an MS in social work in the 1980s. Didn’t keep the neighborhood kids from teasing me that they were my mom’s way of coping with having me.

Seconding that there is nothing in the dots. It’s just yellow and green dots.