Caregivers know this already, but if any do not, they need to learn it now, so I can’t fault the article for trying to help. While a lot of Lifehacker advice never reaches those who need to heed it, this actually might, especially for those just starting to care for a loved one with dementia. It’s progressive, so it’s…

The thought of people reusing a bath towel - or any towel - makes my filthy, bacteria-laden skin crawl. Down the laundry chute with every one after use (you’re envious of my laundry chute, and you should be - it’s fantastic).

Well, the slowness of the app, the atrociously huge icons that get off at the screen edges and the cluttered format can’t be changed right now, and the rest of these don’t apply to me - EXCEPT clearing the recently watched list - that’s great! It only works from a browser, though. I sure didn’t see any options on…

I was standing at my kitchen sink during a thunderstorm when I lived in Florida, where massive bolts come down nearly every afternoon. Running the water for just a few moment to rinse a dish. Mega crash, and a bolt struck in the woods - I could see it from my window and in a split second, I saw a fizzle of little…

Oh, man. This takes me back to the earliest days of Lifehacker, the sponge microwave suggestion - in olden times, then “hack” was “yeah, nuke ‘em.”

Wait a minute here. This suggests that people don’t use their roaches. Poppycock, I say! That’s the most potent bit of a joint. Didn’t we all learn to just fry the fuckers in a bowl or bong back when we were 16? Or clip them, burn ‘em. Shit, man, as desperate kids we sometimes fired up seeds and stems. Thankfully,…

Struggling to find the spooky.

Guess what? He’s not interested in you. If a dude isn’t picking up the scent, that’s because he doesn’t want to. Sorry. Not one guy on earth is “missing” your subtle hints. And if he’s got the skinny that you want him and he’s not making an effort, that’s because he doesn’t want you back. Yeah, this happens. He might…

This is for straight people but don’t worry, I have all you need to know if you are a gay man using a “dating” app. Dick pic. Then send a face pic to the dude who likes your dick.

Well, another Lifehacker “don’t do it!” article that will never reach the people who do it. But, OK, let’s just say it’s an airing of grievances.

Pretty much all a load of shit. And, you know what? Any whippersnappers disrespecting their office/workplace elders need to fuck right off. The good news is, we older folks have a sense of humor still and can take a joke. This is because we aren’t delicate flowers who shrink and wilt at the slightest “microaggression”…

You don’t know what you’d say to Mick Jagger? “Hi, you appear to be Mick Jagger and I just wanted to say thanks for a lifetime of iconic rock and roll that will live forever, it’s a pleasure to see you.”

Ignore the lies? That’s the advice? It’s not cut and dry like that. Getting the facts elsewhere, as suggested, is fine, but just one aspect of any particular lie and/or encounters with a perpetual liar. Narcissistic lies involve gaslighting - ignoring that is a very bad idea. Hell, letting any narcissist lie over and…

Oh, please. This fucking douche won’t budge.

If your pet has a medical problem that can be alleviated with CBD and your VETERINARIAN recommends it and provides you with specific dosing instructions and directs you to a product they know and trust - hey, that might be cool.

I think anyone who shops for food and eats has noticed the product shortages and that they vary from day to day. Also noticed: prices going up, up and up.

This is a problem that doesn’t exist.

Impossible = tolerable. I guess. The jubilant whoo-hoos that you can’t tell the difference are laughable. As the article says (more or less), load it up with mayo, cheese and put it on a carb-heavy bun and you’ll get through it just fine, baby. The texture is wrong. The flavor comes from the added spices. It ain’t all…

Good and Plenty? Tootsie Pops? Jolly Effing Rancher?

Here we go again. Shut up, don’t have human interactions, someone will snowflake-out and melt on you or go home and weep under the covers because you made a comment.