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Dec. 17th, 2024 10:37 pmI started listening to twitch DJs when lockdown first happened and a lot of stuff went online. I'm still using twitch for most of my music steaming these days because fuck Spotify. I have found lots of good music that way. I've also been doing it long enough that I'm now starting to recognize people when we run into each other in steam audiences.
My current favourite is maerchen1313. She's actually somebody I've known in real life for a couple of decades who recently got into streaming and she's managed to create a really positive friendly space. It legitimately feels like the online version rolling into Cheers and everybody yells NORM when you walk in the door. Plus she can go from playing ABBA to Kawaii metal to Fugazi in a single evening and make it feel like the transition is totally smooth.
So that's my substitute for clubbing in a city where nobody gives a shit about accessibility.
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I went to an work event hosted by the disabled employees network and I was the only one masked. It makes me want to bang my head against a wall.
It did raise an interesting question though, a couple of the people there lip-read, and when you are meeting in person rather than virtually most of the accessibility features for people who can't hear just aren't present. I looked up masks with clear panels, but they were all cloth masks so not actually N95. So any of the lovely people out there know of lip-reading accessible N95 or better masks, let me know.
I should probably learn ASL. Might be more immediately useful than the Spanish.
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I have come to the conclusion that I have the spoons to organize shit, or I have the spoons to clean up after myself, but not both. My living space looks like an alien made out of paper and coffee cups took a shit on it. The lumbering machine of lawyers and banks has woken up and this requires me to run around like a maniac to feed their hungry jaws. Whatever, I can clean any time, as long as that time is not today.
I was trying to articulate to the gf why life is easier now even though I'm doing all the work around the house. Because when the ex-housemate lived here, if I left a dirty plate on the counter even once that meant they never had to put their dirty dishes away ever ever ever because they were "following my lead". I no longer have to check all the doors before I go to bed to make sure they're locked, or the stove to make sure it's turned off. If I want the snow shovelled I either do it or I hire somebody. I don't have to ask every single day, "IS THING DONE YET[1]" I either do it... or I decide it can wait. No pressure.
Fucking miraculous, not going to lie. Some days I feel like I'm stretched thin, but it's because there's a lot to do, not because somebody sat on something until it turned into a fucking emergency without telling me.
I'm still finding boxes of shit they told me they dealt with years ago and instead shoved under a pile in the basement.
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[1]EXCEPT FOR THE CONTRACTOR Holy shit this guy. Definitely ADHD. I am so so done with ADHD. Don't mistake me, I recognize that it is a legitimate disability, it is just one THAT I WOULD LIKE A FUCKING BREAK FROM FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
BUT. Shit is happening. Floors are being... floored. I dunno, I never did get that schedule I asked for. But I wake up every day to the sound of hammers and drills and saws and when I sneak downstairs after hours it's obvious that new things have happened. This is most excellent. The funding for not being thrown out of my fucking house was predicated on being able to rent out the downstairs space so seeing progress is most excellent and relief-making.
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My friends have been talking about the recent political climate and how we're going to deal with it. I have had several friends say that they expect they will see war over water. I'm all, ha ha, no that won't happen Poilievre is going to win the next election, and he will just give the country to Trump, there will be no conflict.
I used to think people learned from their mistakes. I don't think that any more.
My current favourite is maerchen1313. She's actually somebody I've known in real life for a couple of decades who recently got into streaming and she's managed to create a really positive friendly space. It legitimately feels like the online version rolling into Cheers and everybody yells NORM when you walk in the door. Plus she can go from playing ABBA to Kawaii metal to Fugazi in a single evening and make it feel like the transition is totally smooth.
So that's my substitute for clubbing in a city where nobody gives a shit about accessibility.
***
I went to an work event hosted by the disabled employees network and I was the only one masked. It makes me want to bang my head against a wall.
It did raise an interesting question though, a couple of the people there lip-read, and when you are meeting in person rather than virtually most of the accessibility features for people who can't hear just aren't present. I looked up masks with clear panels, but they were all cloth masks so not actually N95. So any of the lovely people out there know of lip-reading accessible N95 or better masks, let me know.
I should probably learn ASL. Might be more immediately useful than the Spanish.
***
I have come to the conclusion that I have the spoons to organize shit, or I have the spoons to clean up after myself, but not both. My living space looks like an alien made out of paper and coffee cups took a shit on it. The lumbering machine of lawyers and banks has woken up and this requires me to run around like a maniac to feed their hungry jaws. Whatever, I can clean any time, as long as that time is not today.
I was trying to articulate to the gf why life is easier now even though I'm doing all the work around the house. Because when the ex-housemate lived here, if I left a dirty plate on the counter even once that meant they never had to put their dirty dishes away ever ever ever because they were "following my lead". I no longer have to check all the doors before I go to bed to make sure they're locked, or the stove to make sure it's turned off. If I want the snow shovelled I either do it or I hire somebody. I don't have to ask every single day, "IS THING DONE YET[1]" I either do it... or I decide it can wait. No pressure.
Fucking miraculous, not going to lie. Some days I feel like I'm stretched thin, but it's because there's a lot to do, not because somebody sat on something until it turned into a fucking emergency without telling me.
I'm still finding boxes of shit they told me they dealt with years ago and instead shoved under a pile in the basement.
***
[1]EXCEPT FOR THE CONTRACTOR Holy shit this guy. Definitely ADHD. I am so so done with ADHD. Don't mistake me, I recognize that it is a legitimate disability, it is just one THAT I WOULD LIKE A FUCKING BREAK FROM FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
BUT. Shit is happening. Floors are being... floored. I dunno, I never did get that schedule I asked for. But I wake up every day to the sound of hammers and drills and saws and when I sneak downstairs after hours it's obvious that new things have happened. This is most excellent. The funding for not being thrown out of my fucking house was predicated on being able to rent out the downstairs space so seeing progress is most excellent and relief-making.
***
My friends have been talking about the recent political climate and how we're going to deal with it. I have had several friends say that they expect they will see war over water. I'm all, ha ha, no that won't happen Poilievre is going to win the next election, and he will just give the country to Trump, there will be no conflict.
I used to think people learned from their mistakes. I don't think that any more.
