Always tooting for th'antihero @Momentrabbit@awoo.space

I keep alternating, on evidence that my efforts to follow Mastodon via web and client are failing to provide an accurate and precise timeline of toots by those I've friendlisted, between bursts of pseudoanxiety at 'missing out'... and recognition that I still need to let go of caring about that, live in the moment*, etc.

Is it a bug if on a longer timeframe it's trying to help me?

Is that sour grapes or pronoia?

*yes, yes, ha ha. ;)

Regarding last boost: PANTHRESS MODERNS.

I'm resigned. It'd take a miracle for the NDP to pull off a minority government, and it'd fall in months.

Time to hunker down and save everybody we can. It's going to be a hard four years.

I remember Tsubushi suggesting those on welfare finding it hard to eat on reduced funding haggle with grocery stores over the prices on spoilled food and "dented tins of tuna".

This is who Ontario Conservatives were when they put a value on appearances.

Now they've put Doug Ford up to lead the province... and Ontarians, by a slim majority, appear to be choosing him of their own free will.

All the promises Rob made, only bigger.

I also remember the consolidation reducing the number of city councillors in Toronto, and increasing the number of constituents, and effectively gerrymandering some of the richest and poorest neighboorhoods together under the same wards and ridings. Do you think that amplified the voices that needed amplification?

I remember the smiling golf pro face of Harris' 'Common Sense Revolution'. And now it looks like we're getting his belligerent heir for the next four years.

I have lived through a Conservative government in Ontario before.

I remember Snobolden telling a closed meeting of education professionals how they needed to "create a crisis in education" so they could wipe it all out and start over.

I remember consolidating the GTA into Toronto proper to 'reduce governmental duplication', 'find efficiencies', 'release shareholder value'. The costs skyrocketed. (Especially interfacing bordering incompatible 911 systems.)

it is the beginning of June. Despite the chill in the air and the cold breeze, it is a good six degrees above the temperature at which ice crystals even *think* about nucleating.

Those could not have been snowflakes melting on my arm.

That cannot be a snowstorm roiling in potentia above YYZ.

It is. *June*. Ice-9 is fiction. Deep sea currents still flow, if sluggishly.

Must be protohail. Yes. Of course. Just the first round. Later rounds will fall.

Not snow.

Not... *now*.

*blink*

What idiot called him 'the next King of Weed' when they *could* have called him 'Heir Bud'?

*blink* Noticed I've been committing more typos than usual, which peeves me a bit. Then recontextualized them as the transliteration of my avatar visually glitching almost imperceptibly as he speaks to you. Like a slight stress spasm in an eyelid, or that faint stammer that creeps in when the coffee isn't quite holding the exhaustion at bay. Only it's a a third ear briefly wireframing into place, or an eye mode-shifting into purples and cyans before snapping back to amber.

That feels right.

I wonder if I should scout out an instance whitelisted with awoo.space to instantiate a journal for the momentrabbit one cuil up. It's been... an interesting journey.

There *is* a momentrabbit one universe over who probably belongs on the blimps instance, but he has a very good thing going in a solo universe. Not that he wouldn't pull a few friends in to save them, if he could. But maybe he's better off just an echo.

Maybe most of them are, really. This mishmash is workable.

The nest of bunnies, hidden below a planter in our back yard. Guessing they're about two, maybe two and a half weeks old now? Another week and they'll be leaving the nest, weaning, and running. Always running. A world of dangers.

But for just this moment, a gift. Full tummies, warmth, closeness, family, safety. Security.

Jackalope Mother watch over them.

"Oops! An unexpected error has occurred."

1. Isn't 'unexpected' implicit in the need to notify the end user of an unspecific error they have no agency to attend to? "Sorry, breaking character here and pulling back the curtain, Something Didn't Go As Planned. Whoops."
2. After the first three screenfulls of such alerts, the error is no longer exactly unexpected by said user, contextually speaking.
3. I need more sleep and/or coffee.

*reading clinical textbook on remediating damaged hands*

*gets midway through repatterning motions to teach smooth motion*

"Huh. Just like teaching a neural network to smoothly control a robot arm with fuzzy logic to accomodate sticky pistons and bad encoders."

(*blink*)

"Well, fuck. I've gone and spent decades preemptively remodelling the entire universe in my head because I don't like how somebody else cooks the apple pie again, haven't I."

*sigh*

*resumes reading*

As I was remarking to @PhoenixTril a day or two ago, a disorder with a name like 'Polymorphic Light Eruptions' *should* give you the ability to extrude hardlight shards at will from your extremities.

I'm not angry, just disappointed.

And itching.

And aching, as the damn thing's setting off a cascade of arthritis-like pain. Clever little fucker, you've found new doorbells to ring in my autoimmune system...

Get my ass to Mars. Or a lower UV planet. >.<

A significant portion of my basement is clutter free, thanks to timely mammaldrake intervention earlier today. @PhoenixTril is a magnificent task enabler. n.n

'"We know a remote server farm in Lincolnshire, where www.mrsbuckleys.com stores data. This May 25 2018, Privacy Policies change there.” Do you really mean that?'
'Uh, yes. So, in other words, I’d start half a second later.'
'Don’t you think you really want to say “May” over the Privacy? Isn’t that the fun of it?'
'-it’ll make more-
'I think it’s so nice that–we aren’t even in the market any more, you see? We’re talking about policies changing and we've already sold them.''
'...in May.'