On the internet, everything is a repost. We simply choose to have faith that an OP once walked this Earth, drizzling his seeds of thought all across the digital landscape. Praise be OP.

There was a movie about Lucy and Desi that came out sometime in the late 1900s.

It was being advertised heavily on one of the over the air television stations that we would watch on our cathode ray tube television that picked up signals from a type of antenna called rabbit ears. Back in those days, they’d sometimes have voice over commercials where they’d talk over the end credits of a show or movie, and apparently sometimes they did that live (I guess)?

Family and I are watching a show and when it ended, they did the voice over thing talking about the Lucy movie. The announcer started out strong but totally fumbled a line, something along the lines of “join Ducy, Lesi, and little Licky”. I just know we all heard it, we all busted out laughing.

I definitely miss the cached pages. I found that I was using the feature very frequently. Maybe it’s just the relative obscurity of some of my hobbies and interests, but a lot of the information online that shows up in search engines seems to come from old forums. Often times those old forums are no longer around or have migrated to new software (obliterating the old URLs and old posts as well).

That’s great news! I’m a HUGE fan of chest hair.

Where I live, the indoor smoking bans started in the early 2000s. Before then, people that went to bars and clubs ended the night smelling like cigarette smoke whether they themselves were smokers or not. Sometimes even eating out at a restaurant would leave you smelling like a smoker. Back in those days, though, I was still so used to it that dealing with it was second nature.

For most of my life the smell didn’t really bother me, but I’ve found that within the past 5 years or so it does.

As a child, I guess I just grew up with it, so it didn’t bug me much. I hated being teased about it at school, which was a regular thing. I also used to hate how the tar would build up on the walls of our house to the point where it would form tear-like patterns. My parents kept an otherwise reasonably clean and tidy house, but for some reason THAT didn’t bother them, so periodically I’d spend a few hours scrubbing our walls to get rid of the stains and cut down on the smell a bit.

My parents ,much of my family, as well as most of their friends smoked indoors, in their cars, and even in restaurants. Despite living in near poverty for parts of my childhood, they chain smoked cartons of cigarettes a week. Must have been expensive.

I wish I could say that they stopped smoking, but no. The worst part for them isn’t even the fact that they know that it has taken at least a decade or more off their lives. It’s the realization at how much they are missing out on near the end of their lives and how difficult it is living with debilitating health issues from smoking. They simply cannot do what other people their age take for granted.

And to the title of the post: Yes, I was the kid in the car while my parents chain smoked cigarettes. Sometimes they rolled the windows down, though I’m not sure if that was better since it meant the ashes and red hot “cherry” would inevitably come flying back in and smack me in the face.

I was thinking more along the lines of big black cockatiel as long as I don’t have to foot the bill. But beggars can’t be choosers so I’ll take what you’re dishing.

Is this another bear versus man thing except we replace the bear with a machine and the man with a creepy fucking masked maniac who’s clearly more of a threat than a bear in the woods would ever be?

I’m a transgender illegal alien who recently went to jail and got a sex change. Anybody wanna share pet recipes?

Orange is the new ball sack.

He uses apps for sure on his phones, but he also has creates and uses separate accounts on his laptops over the years.

Sometime around 2010 or 2011, I created a second and completely separate account with my work email address because I needed a developer account for work related tasks and I did not want to use my personal Facebook account for it. Within 24 hours the new work related account was removed and my personal account was suspended for 30 days for breaking Facebook’s terms (no duplicate accounts).

I stopped using Facebook for awhile, but decided to give it a try again (FOMO) a year or few later. Tried logging in, and they pulled this “send us state issued ID” crap, and I haven’t been back since.

On the other hand, my dad creates a new Facebook account every time he gets a new device. He even uses multiple different accounts at the same time. He’s never been forced to provide them with a copy of his ID nor has he ever been suspended for using/having multiple accounts.

Seems like they’re super arbitrary with the rules and although I’m better off without Facebook, it’s mildly annoying.

A decade ago or so, Facebook locked me out of my personal account unless/until I provided them with a copy of a state issued ID, of which a driver’s license was one of several options. In other news, it’s been over a decade since I last used Facebook.

Are you finding that the assistance it provides has gotten worse over time? When I first started using it, it was quite helpful the majority of the time. In truth, it’s still pretty decent with autocomplete, just less consistently good than before. However the chat help has truly gone into decline. The amount of unfounded statements it returns is terrible.

And the latest issue is that I’ve started getting responses where it starts to show me an answer, but then hides the response and gives me an error that the response was filtered by Responsible AI.

Glad I’m not directly paying for it.