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Cake day: June 13th, 2025

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  • Not a parent, not friends with my adult sibling: I suspect having emotionally mature adults around them would help. Also, don’t constantly side with the child with easier needs when there is a conflict between children. (Example: I wanted to not hear my brother’s music in my room. Brother wanted to play his music. Brother got his way. I got ear plugs.)

    Don’t make the older child always do the selfless thing because they’re “more mature”. They shouldn’t have to share everything. (Example: brother got to ‘help’ blow out the candles on my birthday cake. He spat all over it because he was a toddler.)


  • Agreed, it’s gross seeing poo bags on the trail.

    I have a dog. I scoop the poop. I use bags that claim to be compostable and I put them in the bin. I don’t like carrying a full poo bag. That’s why I have a little scent proof zippered I hang from my leash. I don’t leave the bag on the side of the trail and lie that I’ll totally pick it up on my way back.

    At home I use these magic corn based ones that dissolve in the toilet.



  • The creator is active on a professional slack I’m on and they’re lovely and receptive to user feedback. Their tool is very popular in the online archives/cultural heritage scene (we combine small budgets and juicy, juicy data).

    My site has enabled js-free screening when the site load is low, under the theory that if the site load is too high then no one’s getting in anyway.


  • My (academic) library does. We send out a student worker with a laptop on a book cart to scan all the books on a shelf, then the next shelf, etc. The system flags if anything is missing or out of order, so the student can fix the order right then.

    When I worked in a public library, every librarian adopted a section of shelves and, when it was quiet, went and made sure it was in proper order.









  • I once had a grad class that let out at at 10pm. On the bus ride to class, I was fine. On the ride from class my stomach was in my throat, all the nausea. After a few classes I figured out the difference: on the way to class, there was traffic and people getting on and off. On the home the bus just booked it over all the potholes because it didn’t have up constantly stop.

    That’s also when I learned Dramamine [anti-nausea med] makes me wicked nauseous on an empty stomach.




  • I rode the subway and bus from Logan Airport to Worcester, heading back to college after winter break. I had trouble understanding the announcers on the T so asked strangers to help me know my stop. I think they knew the story because I had my luggage with me. They felt like… I don’t know. Tolerant indulgence of my inexperience?