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

Ahh hah hah hah yes *thaaat* was why I stopped trying to diagnose what was wrong with the right hand when the burning nothing took the art away. I forgot how much diagnostic poking and prodding and wrenching and holding poses for ultrasounds and xrays and 3rd year residents hurts.

But.

There's a .4mm by .7mm by .4mm lump of scar tissue in my pointer finger tendon flexor tendon resting *right* at the carpal tunnel sheath.

Today, we took pictures.

*I FOUND YOU, YOU FUCKER.* 🔥

I picked a bad day to forget breakfast.

And lunch.

And the car.

>.<

The Mother of The Mate lives with us, and has moderate to severe cognitive impairment consistent with age-related dementia. She also lost most of a front tooth Sunday night: there's no saving it.

There are options. They all have various tradeoffs and care requirements. And /we can't explain them to her in any way that will persist/. 'Informed Consent' becomes interesting when you're playing whack-a-mole with coherence.

My week just became exponentially more complicated.

I am always amazed at how hard it is to acquire any kind of emergency dental care outside of M-F, 9-5. (Let alone 'routine' dental care outside of 'work' hours) ((Let alone **affordable** care of any sort at any time))

Nnngh. *pinches bridge of muzzle, beneath rapidly and poorly repaired glasses* I propose an OpenGlasses. The specs spec, if you will. Skeleton frame and arms, substantial adjustability and customizability across three standard deviations of humanoid head sizes via captive hex nuts/tapped holes and M1 hex-head bolts. Cheap to manufacture as backup frames for any lens. Flexible lens mounting strap? Screw mounts? Friction fit?

Mmnph.

Revisit when eyes not trying to unscrew selves from head. >.<

"Give me a three-song reading for the morning, Nightmare."
"[ Fire, Fire. ]"
"Yes."
"[ This Ends Now. ]"
"Of course."
"[ I'm Not The Breakman. ]"
"... I'm going to see this place turned to cinders, aren't I."
"[ Some day! Doesn't *have* to be today. Pace yourself. n.n ]"

(sigh)
*deep, centering breath*

*goes to work*

Re: last boost
Well, not "deer" so much as "jackalope", and we need to have a discussion about the whole "infectious sexuality" component of 40-point antlers as a renewable resource of chaos and the limitless misunderstanding potentials of the phrase "he'd like to sport an enormous rack," but basically, yep.

Dear Process Luna.
Today we learned why we do not cut copper-clad board on the waterjet.
Your Humble Student,
Fandango Encore

I used to advocate for gentle weirdness on April 1st, 'pranks' that restored wonder and mystery to a world gone grey and cold.

But.

I know how the anxiety builds when you don't know if the next pet on the head will be with an open hand or a closed fist.

So, a promise. No pranks, no jokes, no tricks. Not from me, not tomorrow. Hopefully, not ever, in a meanspirited way - there's enough spite in the world. But definitely not tomorrow.

Now that I can write Gcode easily on it, I just need a decent text editor so I can throw the boilerplate machine specific code at the top and bottom, and then we should see some interesting shit coming out of the h20 material emancipator at work.

So. Anybody know a good vim for the iPad?

It is a new day.

I keep forgetting this is just a game I'm playing for the next fourty years or so, to pass the time with friends (in my defence, it is a Very Realistic Game).

My job is not The Work. Our Work is Never Over.

My apologies for venting all that spleen: thank you for your compassion and tolerance and support.

Back to whimsy, technology, and furry smut. n.n

Hey, Toronto retrocomputing environment! I'm looking for a working amber-phospher VT220 or similar: happy to take one off somebody's hands if they have too many, willing to buy if they'd like filthy earth monies.

I'll need one shortly for meditation exercises. Specifically, for Crimes Against Reality. (Honestly, this one isn't even very convincing any more...) Drop me a DM if you've got a lead or suggestion, yeah? New Old Stock preferred, but I'm not picky.

Good morning, wonderful friends and strangers. A half decipod of luck for all your endeavours today: be as amazing as you wish, and find your comfort and support when your day is done. You are loved by more than you know. 💜

I've stopped feeling phantom 'pager vibrations' in pockets my phone isn't. That's good.

I've begun receiving photos on my phone of the insides of pockets that aren't mine.

Now I understand.

Something is trying to locate a *specific* me, and is taking random snaps to find it.