More introductory material:
- I'm part of the LGBTQA+ rainbow.
- I'm emphatically pro-choice & feminist.
- I grew up in New England & want to move back after I retire. I've been living in the southeastern USA since 1998, but it has never felt like home.
- I've worked on the web for 24 years, but before that I worked in construction, warehouses, & print shops, & spent 6 years teaching work skills in a sheltered workshop.
I'm Jorah IRL as well as on many social sites.
I am a collector of hobbies, most of them in hibernation (kayak, geocache, blogging, card weaving, aikido, photography), some active (knitting), some new (drawing).
I manage SharePoint sites at work.
I lean left, politically.
I have a well-managed personality disorder (BPD) & 3 cats (not well-managed).
I ride a motorcycle every chance I get. I spend too much time on Twitter.
Happy to meet you if any of this sounds familiar.
Mulling over mental illness & trauma
I read long threads by adult ADHD & autistic folk and sometimes think 'huh, I wonder if I have ADHD.' 'I wonder if I'm somewhere on the autism spectrum.' (even though I know I don't hit most of the criteria)
Birdsite whining: I have no problem with people reading horoscopes, nor w them getting automated horoscopes everyday via Twitter. But why share them with the rest of the world? It's like me sharing my daily fortune cookie; it's just silly. Maybe silly is the point? But I don't feel like it's that kind of whimsy.
Thunder rumbled. He gazed out the window in frightened fixation. His was the only house around.
Lightning struck the tree outside. When the storm passed, he ran out to mourn what felt like an old friend.
Among the split and charred remains, a lump of ash stirred. A bright eye blinked at him blearily.
He cleared the ash and bore the twig-like creature inside. Rest, soup, and sunlight soon saw it better, but it seemed unhurried to leave and he was glad of the company.
Very glad today is a rest day, no calisthenics, no treadmill. I have a lot of ow. I'm having to come to terms with the fact that I cannot do the furniture lifting when we move, between hernia repair and arthritis. It's frustrating me, though, that I finally decide to do something about my physical condition only to run headlong into diminishing capacity. I also feel like I'm malingering, playing up a medical excuse to avoid work. That's probably the toxic masculinity talking.
random thought: Unicorns are very clearly herd-animal-type ungulates, but usually depicted as solitary. They are also famously elusive and easy to lose track of despite being stark white. I propose that unicorns are herd animals, and the majority are not pure white; rather, albinism and leucicism occur in unicorns as in everything else, and only these unicorns ever get spotted because a properly camouflaged unicorn is even more impossible to spot and track.
Put up the last two skillet scrubbers on the shop this morning. I don't have the rings to build more even if I wanted to. https://ko-fi.com/andrewragland/shop
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