Latest version of Anubis has a JavaScript-free verification system. It isn't as accurate, so I allow js-free visits only if the site isn't being hammered. Which, tbf, prior to Anubis no one was getting in, JS or no JS.
Yay! I won't edit my comment (so your comment will make sense) but I checked and they also list they/them on their github profile
That makes sense. I was raised Southern [USA], so I can fake polite conversation with the best of them. If anything, I'm too chatty if the checkout clerk gives the slightest sign of talkativeness.
same. The local self checkouts are a sensory nightmare for me. There's blinking lights I can't avoid, a camera+screen I can't ignore... I just can't deal with it.
local home depot only has self checkout. I don't go there any more.
I'll say the developer is also very responsive. They're (ambiguous 'they', not sure of pronouns) active in a libraries-fighting-bots slack channel I'm on. Libraries have been hit hard by the bots: we have hoards of tasty archives and we don't have money to throw resources at the problem.
Did you have the plastic babies to take home and "care for" to scare you out of teen pregnancy? They had a key that you stabbed into the back of the baby and twisted, so they would stop crying.
The second. John 3:16 is a very popular verse in the Baptist crowd I grew up around in the 90s. I don't think it's any more a fascist dog whistle than a Jesus fish. YMMV on how christofascist that is.
Like, I never went to church and it's ingrained in my brain from my classmates and reading bumper stickers.
LGBTQA+ people can be tunnel-visioned about their "flavor" of queer. I was once told by a lesbian that of course I wouldn't know about a specific Boston queer housing mailing list---I have a boyfriend.
Never mind I'm ace, non-binary, and polyamorous [which may or may not be queer, but is at least queer adjacent]. Like, yeah. I'm not LG. I can still be BTQA+.
why not add notes as marginalia?
My dad grew gourdes. One of the happiest pictures I have of him late in life is him standing on the porch, surrounded by gourdes hanging to dry. I have three of his goudes. I also have one of his loufas.
ooh, be careful. That sounds like a public display of affection. You'd get sent up the principal's office at my high school.
(why yes, my autistic ass took decades before I became comfortable breaking that ingrained rule, even after graduation. Thanks, Kentucky.)
It's nice to be able to call your parents when you're bleeding out in the school atrium.