I’m not sure how to do it. Seriously, the windows screech when I open and close them, but I’ve never taken the time to figure out how to disassemble them to clean and lube them. It’s on my list of things I need to do. Also, I have two windows in my living room blocked off with panels, and I discovered last summer that one of them has a cracked pane, so I need to take care of that, too.

Doors are easy, and I take care of them so they don’t squeak, and last year I repaired and painted the exterior door jambs.

I don’t go out enough.

So glad I was banned from Reddit.

Seriously? Because that’s money flowing in the “wrong” direction, that is away from billionaires’ pockets.

Everything in moderation.

There’s a $40 one sold at Walmart, Ion brand, no app at all, plugs in the wall, not USB.

It worked well… for about a year. The metal contacts on the bottom corroded, and the battery duration dropped. I’m using a four-dollar candle warmer now, it’s the better choice.

This one:

https://www.walmart.com/ip/ionMug-Charging-Coaster-12oz-Stainless-Steel-Self-Heating-Coffee-Mug-with-Lid-3-5-x-3-5-x-5/809689677

They can be “committed” and still fail. Happens all the time.

Unironically the best digital pinball game, it was the right balance between fun and difficult.

Completely agree, they’d also be gentlemen.

But, there’s also puppies and ice cream. Sometimes.

Mostly I’m just screaming onto paper.

Been there.

I think the physical act of putting pen to paper is important. The pressure, the speed, the neatness--or lack of neatness--of the writing–that tells us how far along we are in the process. When I started writing more neatly, started repeating myself, and writing in circles, I realized I was near the end. I kept the paper for about a year, but then threw it out. I never went back to read it, and I didn’t want it anymore.

We all know this is pronounced bird-cocky, and not bird-cake.

meanwhile mumps complications are way worse

You mean like mild cases of death?

Of course, it’s Ohio.

A compliment on something I made. A story I wrote, a meal I made, a piece of furniture I built, etc. I’ve received compliments on all of those, and yes, I feel proud of myself because of the compliment.

I’ve also received compliments on my appearance, my kindness, and my thoughtfulness, but those things just seem like a part of who I am, not something I’ve worked on. I wasn’t ugly, unkind, or thoughtless before, it doesn’t take any extra effort or thought. I haven’t done anything, I didn’t make anything that wasn’t there before.

Compliments on my writing are the most satisfying, because there was nothing on the page when I started and now there is a story completely of my own making (no AI, either).

Now, you’re talking old. I think you’d need to be 70+ to remember this.

Kids today: “If you remember making a mix tape, you’re old.”

It’s empty, because no one would move a full fridge, and it hasn’t been used since it was moved.

I plan to celebrate when Trump dies. This man was no better. Good riddance.

You’re still working to make someone else rich. I’m not sure being in full sunlight at the beach is much of a consolation.