Never, ever trust the backup.

“I’ll be careful.”

A friend once pointed out to me that if you have to tell yourself this, you should stop whatever you’re doing (e.g. pouring bleach while wearing your best shirt) and reevaluate.

Some medications can make you constipated. Opioids, for instance.

Perfectly understandable.

It’s the principle of the thing. I’m not going to delete myself, pretend I wasn’t there for all those years. The record stands. (Except for any media posted prior to 2014, which now exists only on my personal cloud storage, I guess.)

I haven’t deleted my account - it’s 17 years old! But I also haven’t posted in a couple months other than saying I’ve moved to Mastodon. I said I’d hold on to the bitter end & I will. I’m not leaving, they’ll have to evict me.

I’m sorry about your dad.

The article says shots were fired, police got involved & the gunman is dead.

Build a high-speed train from Columbia, SC to Charleston, SC. In the grand scheme of things, it might seem like a waste of money. But man, for the few dozen years I’ve got left on this earth, it would be awesome to see & experience.

And here I thought the problem with Cincinnati chili was its texture.

There are a couple small subreddits I’m part of that are lifelines, close communities for people who need a space to share information & be themselves. I’ve checked in on them once during the past month & they’re still holding together. The mods are staying because those small groups of users need them & don’t have another place to go. I expect once the Fediverse spawns more highly specialized niche communities, they’ll drift over.