I’m a public (state) employee. My name, title, and salary are posted publicly. I don’t see why ICE agents shouldn’t enjoy that same level of transparency.

I used to get them as a kid, trick or treating. I kind of miss them in a messed-up nostalgia way.

Probably, yeah. Tbh, it was not wanting an ice maker that was the biggest hang-up. We didn’t have a water line to the old refrigerator and I was tired of visitors trying to use the non-functional door ice maker on the old model.

There was Home Depot, Best Buy, and Lowes. I looked at their in-stock offerings online and only one of them had something that would work. I tried out a floor model, it seemed fine. I couldn’t spend too much time on the decision because I was playing host and didn’t want my house guest to worry about her food spoiling. (She has dietary restrictions and enough food anxiety as it is.)

I did buy a replacement refrigerator based on “no ice dispenser, fits in available space” on a Saturday when mine let out the magic smoke that morning. It was delivered the next day and worked out ok.

I would not get something fancier without doing research. This one was literally the only refrigerator that fit the bill at the store (weird-sized refrigerator alcove)

*libarys

A “go bag” is a bag you have for when you need to leave (“go”) in a hurry. For example, you might have a change of clothes, cash, hygiene items, your passport(s), snacks, a week’s worth of prescription meds, first aid kit.

My friend has one because he’s an immigrant and doesn’t feel secure in the current political environment. I have one because I’m trans and I don’t feel secure in the current political environment.

I downvoted you because it felt skeevy to be told I was providing backup to you, when I didn’t feel my data was particularly supportive. It felt like you putting words in my mouth.

“only 33% of naturalized citizens from Venezuela have a go bag packed” is not the support you think it is.

Sample size of 3: my naturalized citizen (from Venezuela as an infant) D&D buddy is concerned AF. His (also naturalized) parents are more blithe about the current political climate.

Thank you for the pointer. I’ll try it out and see if I can recommend it to my colleagues. (I’m the library techie, so if a coworker has a problem, I’m the one they’ll ask for help. So, I should at least play around with it a bit first.)

BeyondCompare. I’ve used it for all my Windows text comparison needs for decades. It also handles comparing spreadsheets and directory structures.

My old man dog loves my heated lap blanket. I set the blanket on low with a timer while I work from home and my dog stretches out on top of it. Without the heated blanket he curls up into a tight little croissant.

Conservation land, in my area, is just land designated to not be developed. It might be privately owned and designated "conservation land* for tax benefits, or owned by the town, or what have you. Sometimes housing developers will designate part of their land plot as “conservation” for some benefit from the town (like taxes or zoning easement).

Grief is complicated and doesn’t always look the same. When my dad died, he’d been in the hospital for a month for a surprise illness, so I had time to get used to the idea he might not make it out. His older sisters hadn’t seriously considered the possibility. I’d done some “pre grieving” and they hadn’t, so my reaction was a bit less dramatic? outwardly intense?

A friend of mine says grief is an ambush predator. You can be going about your day and suddenly something triggers you to suddenly drown in emotion. When that hits, I just swim in it, feel my feelings, all the complex emotions that come up–anger, loss, regret.

And as time goes on, I’ve gotten ambushed less often, but it can still feel just as intense. I have more practice swimming in it, so maybe I don’t have to excuse myself and hide in a work bathroom to cry anymore, I can just sit at my desk and focus on drinking my coffee.

(It’s after my bedtime, so I hope this all makes sense. There’s also the Grief Box analogy, which feels accurate to me.)

My bad. I should have linked directly to the one in the Miskatonic University archive. (it takes a while to load, but it does load for me, all the pages)

Am librarian. Here you go

My middle school home economics teacher told us the story of her cooking lobster for the first time. She thought they killed them for you when you get them at the grocery store.

She got home and opened the bag to find two live lobsters. The only pot she had big enough was glass. She watched those two lobsters boil to death and never had lobster again.

My partner’s in the same boat.

What’s wicked sad is he loves garlic but it doesn’t love him. He can have garlic oil but that’s about it (something to do with FODMAPs).

I’m trying to square my instinct that

1. snails aren’t bugs (because they’re squishy without the shell) with the feeling that
2. crabs are bugs (because they’d go tap-tap if you tapped on their exoskeleton with a finger) but
3. hermit crabs aren’t bugs if they’re in a shell but are bugs if they’re naked

Native English speaker. What I got is “His guts were fucked up in these technical ways so we did magical medical stuff. He went home, came back a 5 months later with sad butt symptoms and we did this other medical thing to treat it.”

So yeah, I have no desire to understand more details