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Ironically I indeed have come around to eating them as a snack, which I never would’ve considered at the time.

(I was more about whatever high sodium crap triggered the dopamine at the convenience store nearby: chips, Chex mix, corn nuts, etc.)

Even now some recipe apps— when I look for gluten free stuff— I can tell it didn’t filter my results and instead just appended “gluten free” to ingredients that normally have gluten.

Which I get, but like… gluten free bread is gross/they haven’t mastered that at all.

A while back a dev invited users to test out his app in beta that gave recipe ideas based on your dietary preferences (back before everyone was doing it).

I told it I’m vegetarian, am lactose free (m’spouse is lactose intolerant), and gluten free (I’m not, but 23andMe told me to maybe cut back on gluten to avoid developing the celiac’s I’m at risk for/others in my family have).

The only food it came up with for me— for dinner— was “a handful of almonds.”

That phrase has become a running gag with friends and I whenever we’re hungry af, because I’ll never forget how hilarious of a dinner suggestion that was. It felt akin to my vegetarian experience of going to a stakehouse for my grandpa’s birthday and the waiter being understandably woefully unprepared for my dietary preferences.

“I don’t mean to victim blame, but I try not to look like I’m worth mugging.”

I’m a little surprised they let me delete my account after they permabanned me, and that deleting my account deleted all of my 18 years-worth of posts and comments (and not just my username/profile). All that data they want to train their bots on, gone (at least publicly, anyway).

Zombo’s never left me 🫂

It’d be cool if there was a flare or “it’s the fuzz!” contingent wherein it just emails all users on an instance they’re being shut down, here’s your exported file, here’s a list of like-minded instances that pass the vibe check.

I'd like to confer with a lawyer/someone really familiar with my rights and what would look best in court before pulling the trigger on anything... as itchy as the finger may be these days.

I know it’s hella cheesy and there’s a masculinity joke about the fantasy of wanting to live out the cliche that is sacrificing yourself to buy time for others to run off and live, but honestly with fascism at everyone’s doorstep and me without ever having had a retirement plan or sense of purpose, I can’t think of a better opportunity to line myself up to live out that fantasy.

…mind you I am not actively seeking to speed up that process right now/I’d like to live as long as I could, but I’ve just kind of been bracing for mental impact that that’s probably going to be the equivalent of my retirement plan.

Yeah I literally got my diagnosis (without even really seeking one out) a week or so before RFK announced his database.

Oh well, fuck him. I’m not gonna let that asshole rob me of my mental health journey.

Anecdotally, a lot of my friends are doctors (/humblebrag) and are looking to gtfo of the states/have been looking do so since election night.

I would myself but uhhhh, my spouse and I haven’t got any kids and I’d rather stay and fight/do what I can within the community we have here.

“I’m sorry!! I don’t know how this happened! Well, um, now that you’re here… wanna watch The Last Unicorn? I won’t sap this time!”