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

Sounds like the sound designer for the game is rotten all the way through, or sufficently dedicated to trolling as to be indistinguishable. The game lead also asked yeara ago if they should add a woman player model, or perfect the game: he's walked that back since and apologized for how that sounded, wishes they'd gone with a femme model rig to start, and that rig is default on the expansion they're working on now.

Mmm. Lunch would have been good a few hours ago.

Elbows have far more of it under pressure than you might think.

Also, that daily low-dose Aspirin to keep your platelets from clumping? Heh, that sucker works as advertised.

I am not going to waste my evening in the ER for three more stitches. I waste ao much of my day as is.

And all that you love and all that you hate
All you distrust, all you save
And all that you give and all that you deal
And all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal
And all you create and all you destroy
And all that you do and all that you say
And all that you eat and everyone you meet
And all that you slight and everyone you fight
And all that is now and all that is gone
And all that's to come and everything under the moon has its worth
But the moon is eclipsed by the Earth

Blood Oil! Deep Shrooms! Teleporting B######s! NOOOO PRAWN MCSHRIMPFACE NOOOO!

Game is getting deep.

{earlier today}

"I accept that for some disorders of personality there really aren't any quick fixes, just therapy and minfulness and acceptance."
"Actually, there's a drug."
"SET ME UP, DOC."

Having exhausted the SSRIs, SSNRIs and the standard atypicals*, now we're starting a trial of some rather specific anticonvulsives. Gosh but they have some fascinating off-label uses.

(*'Exhausted' implies I'm not still on a few. They do what they do, but not quite well enough.)

#GifTheYearYouWereMalloc()'d https://awoo.space/media/cQwKU1j6p415FWmnqhk

Why do kangaroos have to have such complicated faces to anthropomorphize? Integrating the snootbooper with the honker and the muzzle-smoochers is proving complex.

Ah well. It'll be worth the effort.

I've subtweeted, sometimes a lot, when I was hurting. I redirect that impulse as much as possible, now. Nobody needs that.

I also used to enjoy textual intimacies with some close friends. I thought the interest was reciprocal, at the time.

I was younger, and clumsy, and very frequently very, very mistaken about what my friends actually wanted of me. I worry about boundaries a lot, now.

I guess this is my 'I've fucked up but I'm trying to do better." post.

Heh heh.

"Roo'd Sphere Float."

n.n

Happy Friday, everybody.

So, don't expect I'll be around much anymore, save weekend and occasional evenings.

Tired of this game.

Still employed. Seems that my potential raise is directly tied to [function x], which I do not actually in any capacity *do*. I only benefit if my coworkers get their shit together. (Which is unlikely.)

Also, the banhammer has come down on phones. I have to leave mine locked in a locker, rather than on my person. Given I don't have access to a work-sanctioned web browser or a company email address or work digital camera, that's going to make parts of my life needlessly complicated.

"They settled on a standard spec,
696 by name.
Now everything is 'standardised'
and nothing works the same."
- Frank Hayes, "S-100 Bus"

http://www.retrotechnology.com/herbs_stuff/s100bus.html

https://youtu.be/ow78cUDdTOg

Spent the morning unconscious, noon-afternoon being screened for eldercare eligability with TheMate for (and with) the Mother of TheMate (aka MoTM). Now rewarding ourselves with tea (well, lunch). Seem to have lost part of a molar somewhere... Ah well. That tooth's mostly metal now anyhow, another dentin won't hurt it much.

So, what am I up to? Well. At the 'hurry-up-and-wait' point of several projects.

Thank you, friends. I'll get through. Just a momentary plunge.

Crushing sadness today.

It'll pass. But for the moment, it's overwhelming.