Rabbit was a whim, a species change almost two and a half decades ago on a MUD - and it stuck. I've tried other species: they're fun to explore, and shapeshifting's always a neat trick. But at the end of the day, residual self image is Rabbit. On the Rabbit scale of coolness (Bunny<Rabbit<Hare), I used to believe I was a rabbit striving to be a hare: which was, of course, my insecurity around just being a bunny.
The difference? Bunnies need people.
I can be... 'needy'.
Identity is a process.
So what is a Momentrabbit, when it's not a part of something else?
Tired. Chronic depression and a variety of soft-tissue breakdowns take a lot out of me.
Helpful. As much as possible, anyhow. Historically prone to overcommitting and underperforming: working on reversing those affixes.
Witty? Sometimes. Unable to resist a pun? Certainly.
Artist who can't hold a pen any more. Teaching myself Blender in retaliation.
Inveterate tinkerer. Maker of things, user of tools, bodger.
Queer rabbit.
Day 2.
Solar radiation's high - uv's 11+ if you can see, and for all I know the same if you can't. Star's mainsequence, G2IV maybe? Hard to get data, locallized EM disruptions seem to strike unpredictably. Last alert we got out of the environmental analyzer boilled down to "don't drink the water" - er. Pardon the pun.
Fortunately, the locals have developed a purification scheme involving fermentation and evaporation. Mixed with the local coffee analogue, quite palatable.
That said, by the time I was done rewinding and filing and cleaning and dismantling and reassembling the machine, I was producing three meter long parts reproducably accurate to 1/10 of a mm, first try. So there's a certain satisfaction. And I know it'll be a breeze to use tomorrow - and once I get the other coils reversed, I'll have far less trouble with it, and less deadlifting from floor to chest-height to manually feed clockwise coils.
Tonight's a bit achey and miserable, is all.
Spent several hours extra at work engaged in a sort of 'range of motion' physiotherapy-type rehabilitation, for a very specialized machine.This involved rewinding several 'mainsprings', two-foot wide steel coils some 150' in length, so they exit a cartridge in a counter-clockwise orientation. This reduces wear inside the mechanism and stops most of the jamming that's been eating time and ruining workpieces.
Not sure if I hurt more than I'm tired, or vice versa.
Using the Folly to print adaptor and replacement parts for my CPAP gear. I should go and get fitted for a new mask, but it's pain in the rear. (Need to book at least three doctor appointments soon, sorting out the CPAP would mean a fourth...)
May also try printing some small drawer runners and bearings. Uses just keep appearing...
Middle-aged scatterbrain working in 'the healthcare field'. Teaching a computer to sculpt in my spare time. Torontoish. Pronouns: he/hare