Tech illiteracy is 90% of why we have work.

Doing it for free sucks though.

That’s an intense game of roulette.

Will they accept the kiss, pull away/hiss/run, or swiftly smack you in the face?

I hope you’re right and I hope it isn’t Starfield with magic.

Thank you

God fucking forbid they make ES6

Pickles will never voluntarily touch my plate, and when they do I push my plate to the nearest pickle person so I don’t have to remove it myself and get contaminated with the vinegar.

Sun dried tomatoes and the occasional kalamata olive I can tolerate. Artichoke hearts and roasted bell peppers are awesome.

…the soil? That’s where seeds/spores are planted and subsequently grow into trees, and where they get their nutrients from.

Unless you’re talking about the seeds themselves, which are kind of a “shell” from which they literally branch out, depending on the species.

FP and Electron both are brutal on limited storage, so being able to pick and choose where needed can be helpful.

They’re observant lil’ critters. Even the slightest twinge off and they’ll pick up on it fast.

My cats know I’m sick before I do more often than not.

Using my phone helps me sleep.

I play a simple grid-based game (crosswords, sudoku) for about 15 minutes and before I realize it I’m out cold.

Every bit of “sleep hygiene” that gets condescended at me only makes my insomnia worse, save for the generalized concept of a routine.

More time in my room helps too, as opposed to less - unfamiliarity and performance anxiety creep up on me.

Healthcare. I’d get so much done and settled to be honest

Disclaimer: this is not a diagnosis or suggestion of one.

These feelings about topics are pretty common in the neurodivergent/autistic community and are called “special interests” in our sphere. So “Cats/animals special interest” might be a helpful search query?

Mine lays on me in such a way that I have to audition for Cirque du Soleil so I can turn over, after which she promptly tells me I have “done a bad” and gets in my face to demand pets as recompense before going back to laying on me in the most space-consuming manner possible.

Forget manspreading. Catspreading is far more spatially offensive.

Screaming bloody murder at 4 AM then hiding under the bed like a menace when I open the bedroom door to let her out

Pretty happy with where I was originally born to be honest. I just wish the country it’s in hadn’t gone to fascist oligarch shit.

Tumescent

Thirding this. I develop a rash even after coming into contact with something that had soybean oil on it, but lecithin is safe (for me).

Not who you asked, but I’m in the middle of a playthrough right now and yes that’s exactly it. The deck building doesn’t feel grindy like Pokémon though.

Saving Mr. Banks.

Velcro kitties are the best. Guaranteed cuddle buddy 🩵

My tortie is also a fan of screaming in the middle of the night, preferably (for her) in my face. I love her chattiness during the day, though.