I take off my shoes at home, but at my best friend’s house I leave them on because she has pets and the floors are always filthy.

OG Princess Leia

Firefly, because the music was so good

More like blocking the sidewalk and spilling out into the streets right in front of the main library and city hall, so please move a couple of blocks to a parking lot.

Right. People complained about the library location blocking the sidewalk, so they were asked to move. The city in no way is against feeding the homeless.

The place this group chose to feed people was creating a nuisance and they were asked to move it elsewhere. They were given an acceptable place just a few blocks away, and refused to move. The story has been sensationalized to make it seem Houston is against helping the homeless.

I was in my 50s before I started understanding this stuff. Before that, I was married to a very gregarious man who was my social buffer. I could hide behind his small talk. But then he passed away and I was left twisting in the wind until I started to learn how to make small talk. Often I just ask myself what my husband would have said.

So are you autistic? Because the literal-mindedness of your answers and the lack of awareness of how to engage in small talk is telling. I say this as one on the spectrum myself; it took me a long time to understand this is just an attempt to establish social connections by finding points of commonality. “Oh, you’re from Calgary? I used to live there, too! Did you know a store called Myth Games?” Neurotypical people are also waiting for you to ask the same things in return and often feel miffed if you don’t show any curiosity about them.

Yeah, my first color inkjet was an HP and it was an absolute workhorse. I had a graphic design business and I remember printing 1500 4-page newsletters for a client who couldn’t wait for a regular printing press due to a deadline. I stayed up all night feeding paper into that thing and had to change the black ink cartridge twice, for about $50 each, during the whole ordeal. I loved that printer. When it finally died after 15 years or so, I tried to find another HP that could do the job. What a mistake. Current models are hot garbage.

So now I have an Epson Ecotank which I bought three years ago and literally have not yet had to purchase additional ink past the first set of bottles that came with it. Sadly, the photo printing quality is not as good as the old HP, but for my purposes it is perfect.

It’s usually a PDF so you have to zoom in and out repeatedly to see everything. Super annoying.

These Boomer eyes can’t see print that small. Give me a piece of paper

Anecdotally, I recently had an issue with my printer and used Google to search for the exact error message (something like ’ “error 4308e ink absorber pad is full” Brother JW539DW ') and the first three pages of results were random garbage about other things. If other search engines are worse, we are doomed.

Don’t cosign anything for a friend, ever. It will screw up your friendship.

Bingo. Most of these tax schemes will hurt the renter, not the landlord.

Honestly I hope he keels over and Harris gets nominated.

Then your real problem is you don’t have an effective way to set and measure goals.

I was born in 1962 and I consider myself a Boomer. I have a friend born in 1961 who considers himself GenX. It’s life circumstances and attitude that determine where you fit.

Also, everybody please remember all these generational labels are made-up bullshit and vast generalizations that might be useful for some meta-analysis of trends, but they’re less than useless when it comes to understanding individual behavior.

Like I taught my kids, the minute you start thinking all people in “Group Whatever” are alike, you lose.

My Kindle Touch has a night mode with blue light inhibitor

As a woman, I really feel bad for men in our society, especially straight men. They get very little positive interaction at all. I like to compliment strangers; it usually makes my day when somebody says, “I like your hair,” or whatever, and I like to spread the joy. But I have to be cautious about giving compliments to men. A lot of them look at me weirdly if I say, “nice tie,” or “snazzy shirt.” I smile, say it, then move on so they don’t feel obligated to respond. It appears most of them aren’t used to it and don’t know how to handle it. I guess other men don’t compliment them (maybe for fear of being thought gay?) and women don’t, either (for fear of encouraging stalking or harassing behavior). It makes me sad to think of all the lonely people who get no affirmation from anybody. I’m old enough now that my days of being constantly sexually harassed are over, so I feel safe offering a few nice words.

Gay men, OTOH, totally know how to give and take a compliment.

I have a theory that part of this is due to the dying out of religion as a way to keep the masses in line.