If you find out, hook me up

Very cool to find out someone is out there listening for me so I have more free time. That’s a relief. Like that dude in Florida that always files my taxes for me, or that person in New Mexico who handles getting and using the credit cards for me.

The world really is filled with helpers!

Home address: 802 Southport Lane, Southport, New Hampshire

I don’t have a credit card, but my banking information is: 247380174328, ::909137287

My social security number is: 243-89-2112

And just in case you need it, my password to basically everything is OU812

That’s really a shame. It sounds right up my alley. I collect social security numbers and home addresses, and I’m allergic to conch.

… You can just be your own ISP? Is that, like, an actual thing one can do, or more a last ditch hypothetical thing that’s technically possible, but realistically not doable?

If you’re comfortable linking, I’d like to listen to a podcast about posting on Lemmy haha

I think you and I chatted about life in Virginia a while back. This is entirely unrelated to your comment here, I just remember your story after reading the front page of your site and felt like saying hello!

Sure

Yeah… People are weird in this comment section. One person said the only natural way to read numbers was biggest first, as if it were a universal truth. And while there are variations in date format, to my knowledge most people don’t write the date with the year first? Like, it’s the least useful number to put first. I have rarely asked for the date and been actually inquiring what year it is. The day is the number I want to know most of the time. Day, month, year, in order of which number you most likely need to know first.

Month, day, year on government forms for some reason, though :/

Especially considering most of the eyebrows were drawn on!

Yeah, Clyde deserved better.

I wasn’t there for the per store interaction, but I assume it was a kid working retail following directions off a tag on a cage. That’s been most of my experience with pet stores prior to decent information becoming widespread on the Internet

My phone stays in do not disturb mode. I have several people as breakthrough exceptions, but my phone stays on vibrate so even they don’t get full ringers. Notifications for everything but calls and texts are turned off.

I am not hiding anything other than myself from having to deal with humans

We fed em, Bonnie was just evil. Clyde showed up one day on my mom’s porch, during a period in which I had been kidnapped (familial kidnapping) and brought a lot of comfort to my brother and mom during that time. The guy at the pet store (this was 90s, pre Internet for us) told them he needed a companion, and to keep them in separate cages and only let them interact supervised, so that’s what they did. They got Bonnie and set everything up, but Bonnie despised Clyde and everything about his good, sweet, and pure little hamster soul. Shortly after I got back, Bonnie committed her ultimate crime.

I had two hamsters. Bonnie and Clyde. Bonnie ate Clyde. Chewed through her cage, crossed a bedroom, chewed into Clyde’s cage, and ate him side first. Ate through her final cage, his ribcage.

You are not a ne’er-do-well with a hamster sidekick. You are a poor, manipulated human under the spell of an evil hamster.

Exactly what I came to the comments for!

Mmhmm

No.

If they take commissions, I have nowhere near enough money to afford one, but when I win the lottery…

Okay, so, I’m I am on (obviously righteous and correct) Dean Pelton side of this war, but… Where does one order this from?

Stone the nonbedeaners!