Toy Story 5: Online Bullying and Inept Parenting
Toy Story five is a one hundred two minute movie packed with thirty minutes of content, horrific parenting and no moral to the story.
Topic
rants
A collection of 65 posts
Flock & Freedom
If you have nothing to hide, why not write your letters on postcards? If you're not committing crimes, why do you care about Flock cameras reading your license plate as you come and go? When did you become complacent about your freedom?
Practicing to be a Single Mom
Pool runs, tomorrow's meat prepped early, dinner sorted, a wedding dress altered, and a week and a half of solo parenting to rehearse for -- all handled by S in one day. With a smile on her face. Plus my unsolicited thoughts on how Apple begged for its own antitrust bill.
Where'd All the Family Doctors Go?
Fare Thee Well, Axos Bank; and the Story of the Chip Chewer
Goodbye to the bank that froze my assets "for my protection." Hello to a waiting room chip chewer with a bottomless bag of chips. And the childhood zig-zags that nearly got a house demolished.
Are There Bears Under Your Stairs?
The first bear of the season didn't just pass through. It strolled under a neighbor's porch and moved in. I have questions. I will not be getting close enough to ask them.
GaN Pro Desktop Fast Charger...Garbage
The brandless GaN charger I picked off Amazon had one trick: power only whatever I plugged in last, starving everything else. The replacement was barely better. My bigger-picture lesson: a company that sells a product with no brand name probably knows exactly how bad it is.
Fat by Default
Setting up health insurance, I was greeted by an infographic of pudgy, frumpy avatars for taking your waist measurement. Were fit avatars too offensive? Then there's the ICHRA scam: I have to buy a plan I'll never use just to unlock my employer's contributions. What a disaster.
Blinded by My Refrigerator; My Mom's Silver Service
Why does my refrigerator blind me every time I open it, sun or pre-dawn dark? A small rant about obvious missing features, my endless war against owning too much, and how S accidentally donating my mom's silver service years ago turned out to be a strange relief.
Free Hymns
Wanting good recorded hymns for the drive to church, I asked Grok, which pointed me to public domain choir recordings on Archive.org via LibriVox. I picked an album-like-thing and downloaded the first one. It is literally people speaking the words of the hymns. What in the world.