FWIW, I’m referring to the local DNS (domain name system) resolver; the mechanism that resolves local domain names into IP addresses so that computers can talk to each other over the LAN.

Here is a good primer on the configuration files and their possible locations: https://www.freedesktop.org/software/systemd/man/latest/resolved.conf.html

Edit: be careful because this is your domain name lookup you’re messing with. 😊

You make mostly good points — I still disagree, but I can at least see your side.

The divorce and kids thing though is not what you think it is. Divorce and child custody agreements are two separate legal things and child custody agreements are thankfully not a matter of public record.

I don’t like the existence of billionaires anymore than the next reasonably-sane pleb does. But someone’s financial/social status should never be a consideration to their constitutional right of privacy. You’ll just have to find some other way to harangue them for their behavior.

Why? To publicly humiliate a person? Not everyone is evil; people fall on hard times. It happens. A lot. Why should they be further harassed by predatory practices of being offered loans after they’ve hit the rock bottom of their financial world? Because the first thing that happened when I filed for bankruptcy was to be offered a mortgage loan.

I believe some things (like DMV records) are fee based. But the fee is nominal and wouldn’t stop any predator from doing bad things if they are so inclined. The only thing adding fees does is to financially incentivize keeping the data online and accessible to anybody who pays.

I’ve never understood why things like this have to be a part of public record. Traffic accidents, traffic citations, bankruptcies, buying a house, and even getting divorced.

All of those are very personal things that should never be a part of public record. And even if they are, the PII should not.

You forgot that words can, and do, have multiple meanings depending on context. There is a more vulgar definitely that defines diddling as “to have sex with”.

I don’t normally disagree with John Stewart, but for this I’ll make an exception.

No! Not even as a joke!

NY pizza fucking sucks. You want real pizza, go to Chicago. Everyone knows deep dish is where it’s at.

Yeah I said it. Fight me.

Who knew she do the voodoo she do so well? I hope to hell that she leans into this and uses it in her campaign. Maybe dress up as a witch for Halloween and go trick or treating with her cat? Or the next time she has an interview, at some point she can counter a republican comment of some kind, then face the camera and go “boo” or wriggle her nose (ala Bewitched) and smirk.

Obligatory: this is not medical advice. This is merely my personal experiences. In fact, the only thing I will advise anyone on is that if they feel overwhelmed, they seek advice from a licensed therapist.

So I’ve had a similar problem for the past 9 years. For me, I have to come to the conclusion that I’m in a freeze-state of my dysregulated nervous system.

I’m in weekly talk therapy, and have been working on recognizing the things that have been causing me the most stress, and ways I can deal with or mitigate those things.

And that’s been all fine and good, but I still struggle with getting started on actual activity to help deal with my compounding responsibilities. It’s hard, and some days are better than others.

I used a combination of calendars and reminders to help break down and organize my tasks. I give myself grace if I can’t get them all comply when I initially wanted to finish them, and I try to do at least 2 or 3 things a day ( o matter how small).

The rights of children, especially privacy, has never been a priority for anybody except the children themselves.

Oh man. My ex absolutely hated it when I was right. She would get so mad at me for it too. It was ok for other people to be right when she was wrong; just not me. 🤣

Replace the vase of flowers with a tub of Vaseline or moisturizer.

Oh man, the following few generations are going to be so wild. My pierced and tattooed self can’t wait to hit up the nursing homes when I’m in my 80s; assuming I make it that far. 😏

Goes to show what you know! I don’t even have an upstairs! Because I live in a single story! So take that! 🧏

Yes, and I absolutely need the same tab three or four+ times. It helps with navigation and not having to remember positions in the 70+ stack of tabs where something is.

Here is why I disagree with you (and it’s my fault for how I worded things):

Breaking your arm and suicide are not exactly equal, because one is something that happens to you, and the other is a means to deal with something that happened to you. N other words, you don’t feel the act of suicide itself. You feel like you want to commit suicide.

So with the broken arm analogy, I should have worded it differently. Maybe I should have said that you wouldn’t ridicule or chastise somebody who put their arm in a cast because it was broken. Suicide is a choice made by a person who feels that all other choices have failed them, and they see no other option to stop hurting.

Maybe they’ve tried therapy, medication, talking to a friend or loved one. Maybe they’ve just touched it out in silence for years; maybe they are still touching it out now. They feel like they are in a cluttered room, the lights went out, and everything keeps moving so they keep bumping into stuff finding their way out.

For some people suicide is not a choice, though they wish it were. So they sit in their dark little room, frozen and afraid to try to find their way out because they know the furniture keeps moving around. They sit and they wait, quietly praying that every time they go to sleep that by the grace of <deity>, they won’t wake up. Or maybe that they’ll be driving down the rose — by themselves — and get hit by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. This is called Passive Suicidal Ideation. It’s real, and just as bad as suicide itself.

Here’s a secret: suicidal people do not want to end their life. They want to enjoy life, just like everybody else does. The difference is that they feel burned out, backed into a corner, and desperate to find a way out of this situation. It’s like recoiling and protecting your broken arm from being touched. You don’t want to make the pain worse.