Momentum J. Rabbit @Momentrabbit@awoo.space

I will not leave passive aggresive post-it notes on dockets at work.

Nope.

Especially not things like "Waiting for [X]. And yes, they know."

There is no way that the brief snarky joy will make up for the grief I will unleash on myself.

Such a good rabbit.

::gnaws on furniture leg::

There I am, innocently* looking on Amazon for vacuum relief valves - the equivalent of overpressure failsafes, only underpressure - and I find one that perfectly fits my specs, amazingly. Only one, though. So I search manufacturer's name and product designation for vacuum relief to see if there are any competitors: "Control Devices VR".

Well.

*Gosh* but there's a lot of computer-assisted mind control smut out there. o.O

*'innocently'. Eeyup. Heh.

I have discovered a new number on my personal pain scale!

I'm calling it 7.5' - in sight of but not quite unbearable - with a specific distinction: when encountered during a stretch of inflamed tissues, I lose the ability to count linearly.

Which made holding said stretch to the count of ten *complicated*. And a little terrifying.

I was desperately barfing up random integers hoping one of them would lead somehow to ten. Just stopping wouldve been cheating..

Well, hello there, libedo. Decided to come up for air again, have we?

I wish I could do more to help.

I know it's a privilege to bitch about being able to do this. To take my psych up on their suggestion that it's time to replace one med with another, see what happens. Some of the cost swallowed by insurance. A specialist who is actually interested in my progress, or at least holding what ground I can.

But. Midnight, alone, with a week of work ahead of me, and another 40 years of trying to stay one step ahead of this air-braking orbital path...

Sometimes I get tired of being in here.

The gyre widens.

I wish I had more time, although that's sort of greedy. I got nearly two years out of this combination of meds. And they're the objectively sanest I've been in the last five or more years. I've even been affable and pleasant.

But the center cannot hold. I'm shedding things that used to bring me joy, looking places I shouldn't for contact.

Time to adjust the moodmeds again. Time to start something new, find out which side effects apply, which interactions occur.

Again.

The buns have left. The nest is empty: the fur is scattered, the shallow is cool, the soil is bare. Another brood has joined the race.

Rabbits perfected rapid prototyping some time ago: by now this iteration is testing their adaptations in the real world, dispersing to novel environments, and passing on what they learn.

There is no 'end'. No 'goal', no 'over'. Cycles, patterns, seasons. Parts to play, roles to fulfill, learning to share.

We are all part.

If you'd told me 25 years ago that a large percentage of my day to day paid job would be dropping to DOS and editing files using edit - yes, EDIT.COM - I'd have...

... well, probably not thought much odd about it, actually. That was normal.

@Momentrabbit ... I... *have* purple and blue filament already. o.o Well then!

(Filament storage starts to become an issue when space is at a premium, especially when you're trying to avoid exposure to humid air: bagged and boxed tends to be the best way right now, though I have great hopes for an eventual workshop storage shelf. Seeing as I'm an 'out of sight == out of mind' sort, avoiding supply duplication is always going to be an issue...)

And we have pink. Nice even flow, no oversplurt from the junction at the nozzle/throat interface in the heaterblock. Making up a mounting block to move the filament driver off the carriage, then a few more pieces to go to a Bowden-style head - tired of having to dismantle this one for filament changes.

It's Pride Month, I should order some purple and blue to go with the pink and do some three-hue bi-colour prints. n.n

Dear ghod. The pros and cons of dating *my* fursona?

You... wow. Really?

For starters... in *my* fursona's reality? Where physics is sort of a set of loosely agreed upon conventions and biology is just a joke that went on a bit long and the elastic modulus of flesh is... *extraordinary*... >.>

... you're curious about the ups and downs of dating the biohacked polymorphic slightly mad semi-AI rabbitmorph working on boundaries and abandonment issues.

You *jewel*. C'mere. n.n

New throat, new (slightly smaller) block, new nozzle: old heating element and thermistor, because they work and if it ain't broke, etc. Rewound the hot lines with Kapton. I'll need to run a few calibration checks to see how the smaller heater block behaves.

*sigh* They're so pretty before they start regular use.

The Folly's print head is a wreck. Decapitated, now: I sheared the PTFE-lined throat removing it from the old heater-block, and the plated nozzle's not very plated any more thanks to my overeagerness in removal, thus not very wear-resistant any more.

Sometimes the route forward requires a certain amount of destructive remodelling. Or maybe that's me redirecting my frustrations on something inert. Works either way.

I have enough spare parts to rebuild, so.

Rebuilding.

Tired.

If I'm not around for a while, I'm ok. Just regrouping.

gawdammit tony.

Voted.

Playing the long game.

This place could be amazing by 2118. n.n

Well, today seems just terrible for about everybody.