Firefly, because the music was so good

Exactly this.

I’m not one to give advice. My joy is a happy accident of chemistry, I think.

Printers that work.

Exactly. As a Boomer who grew up in a small town with telephone “party lines” I just can’t be arsed to care. Come look in my windows if you need a thrill.

Surprisingly (to me), having a child. I never wanted kids. Never even babysat, didn’t like them-- hated how silly, loud, and disgusting they are. Then I got pregnant by accident. I was terrified. I was abused as a child and have a bad temper, so I was afraid I would lose it and hurt my kid. Pregnancy was difficult, labor and delivery moreso, but the instant he popped out … I cannot describe to you the transformation. I am sure it is purely hormonal; pitocin is a helluva drug. My husband even said, “Who are you and what have you done with my wife?” It was akin to a lobotomy. Suddenly I adored babies and wanted to hold them and coo at them. I became more mellow and patient, went from the sort of conservative mindset that thinks “get a job,” to the theretofore incomprehensible liberal views like “most in jail aren’t really to blame for the circumstances they find themselves in, let’s help them instead of punish them.”

My son is by far the biggest blessing in my life. He is a companion that I never grow tired of, a wise sounding board, and a balm to my old age. I am literally a kinder, better person because I had him.

This. I don’t skip the ads on creators I like because I want them to keep creating.

I’m praying for a convenient lightning bolt, or the human equivalent, to take him out. Honestly, a massive heart attack would do.

FBI Surveillance Van

The Last Jedi

Stupidity

I don’t ever go back and look at the votes.

Finding my husband after he passed away in his sleep. He was 56 and had a bad heart, but this was still unexpected and awful. It’s been six years and I still struggle with intrusive flashbacks of the scene, though not as frequently as in the beginning.

Oh heck yeah, I do the zoom so at least I don’t have to get up earlier and drive there. They keep giving me grief for it, though.

I’m retired and I can finally follow my body’s clock. Bed at 3:00 am, get up around noon.

The only obligation I can’t readily schedule to my liking is worship service on Sunday.

People love outrage.

The exception is sewing machines. My 1970s version is still going while more recent ones fail because of plastic parts. The repair man offered me a great deal of money if I would sell the old one to him.

80 million people in the USA own weapons but only a tiny percentage commit crimes with them. Seems like that proves most people are not mad villains

Starting Spotify and syncing it with Android Auto

You echo my experience to a T. Sometimes people assume I’m a man to hilarious effect, but most of the time it’s a non-issue.