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what would JC do?
Oct. 21st, 2020 10:33 pmI keep thinking "Oh it's been about a week since I last posted, I should update with something" and then I look at my account and a month has gone by.
Time is from the Before Times. Or something. Not that I was ever good at updating before, mind you.
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A late-night conversation[r] about supporting the companies that make the software we use led to me renewing my old DW paid account so I now have 60 icons pop back up. I scrolled through them and most of them are variations on a single joke. Prepared to be bombarded.
Gonna retire my John Cleese one though, turns out he's a TERF shitbag. So fuck him.
You know, there was a time when I really would have been saddened by that. He said some things about mental health and his own struggles with depression that were valuable to hear at a time when it was important to me and so I thought of him as one of the good guys. But at this point? So many people I have looked up to over the years have revealed themselves to be shitbags that I find I'm beyond caring. You're now in a position of privilege and oh look! You showed your ass. Into the dumpster with you. I'm too old and too bitter and I have no time or emotion to waste on you any more.
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I took last week off work and I had so many plans for things I was going to do around the house. And I did none of them! I spent the week hanging with friends ([r] AND [d]) and playing video games.
It was entirely non productive and it was great.
Now I'm back at work and I feel like I've been rolled over by one of those big rolling machines they used to have on Coyote & Roadrunner cartoons. (What the hell were those even supposed to be for?)
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Axe has apparently been having an allergic reaction to something at his AirB&B that made him itchy and miserable. He asked if he could come home a day early so he is currently passed out on the couch with a cat on him. Both he and the cat appear to be quite content with this situation.
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[r]Remote. Do I even have to say that any more? I feel like this is important information for people to have if they might have to make decisions about my sanity ever. [r] for remote, [m] for in the same place but masked [d] for in the same place and not always masked but we stayed outside and made sure we kept a safe physical distance. I can have one [d] a fortnight, one [m] a week, and as many [r] as my brain weasels will let me.
Time is from the Before Times. Or something. Not that I was ever good at updating before, mind you.
***
A late-night conversation[r] about supporting the companies that make the software we use led to me renewing my old DW paid account so I now have 60 icons pop back up. I scrolled through them and most of them are variations on a single joke. Prepared to be bombarded.
Gonna retire my John Cleese one though, turns out he's a TERF shitbag. So fuck him.
You know, there was a time when I really would have been saddened by that. He said some things about mental health and his own struggles with depression that were valuable to hear at a time when it was important to me and so I thought of him as one of the good guys. But at this point? So many people I have looked up to over the years have revealed themselves to be shitbags that I find I'm beyond caring. You're now in a position of privilege and oh look! You showed your ass. Into the dumpster with you. I'm too old and too bitter and I have no time or emotion to waste on you any more.
***
I took last week off work and I had so many plans for things I was going to do around the house. And I did none of them! I spent the week hanging with friends ([r] AND [d]) and playing video games.
It was entirely non productive and it was great.
Now I'm back at work and I feel like I've been rolled over by one of those big rolling machines they used to have on Coyote & Roadrunner cartoons. (What the hell were those even supposed to be for?)
***
Axe has apparently been having an allergic reaction to something at his AirB&B that made him itchy and miserable. He asked if he could come home a day early so he is currently passed out on the couch with a cat on him. Both he and the cat appear to be quite content with this situation.
***
[r]Remote. Do I even have to say that any more? I feel like this is important information for people to have if they might have to make decisions about my sanity ever. [r] for remote, [m] for in the same place but masked [d] for in the same place and not always masked but we stayed outside and made sure we kept a safe physical distance. I can have one [d] a fortnight, one [m] a week, and as many [r] as my brain weasels will let me.