Unfucking the garage. No time for blogging.
No money in our account yesterday afternoon. Fortune smiled in the form of carers benefit in my other bank account. Has money for the week. Yay.
Also has emergency funds, now, so double yay.
Onwards with the unfuckening.
Those "celebrities" who get their pictures taken Lots of times. either the "Buy my handbags, buy my perfume, you too can be as fabulous as me". Or someone who is stuck with the photographers Everywhere. -- Knitnan
They say it must be nice to live my life. All they can picture is the adoration and the luxurious lifestyle. Rubbing elbows with other rich and famous people. Never having a care in the world. They don't think about the flip side.
Having to
Read more »Huzzah. Because we got smacked in the face with a $600+ maintenance bill, last week, we were out of ready money until today. Which meant surviving off of skerricks from last week's cash that I still had in my wallet.
It's do-able. I've done it before. I've dipped into the Kitty1, and my fun money sometimes. I've even frisked the couch for enough to buy a meal. I have never and will never take my kids' money. I'd rather starve.
It's
Read more »The city sleeps, if the city is large enough to support night workers, cops, nurses, cleaning staff and cab drivers, somewhere there is a place open with hot coffee, hot food, a place to sit and grab a meal or snack before heading home to sleep. -- Knitnan
Towns can sleep. Villages definitely slumber. Cities? Cities never close. There's always somewhere going. Some light that is on and someone who is using that illumination for something. Not always something nice, because the
Read more »I have to see my shrink today and work out whatever the shit is going wrong with my brain this week. I don't think I'll ever be cured of my anxiety. I'll just find ways around the whole deal.
And speaking of ways around stuff... It turns out that the 2009 print of Steam Powered Giraffe's Album One is still in the no-touchie class of their music because of the recent re-release. It would have been nice to know this in advance.
Read more »And so tired of the Mad God's priestess falling for Hero du Jour and grabbing the priceless treasure and buggering off to live with Hero type. So! what if your Mad God was just annoyed that "Nobody Listens to Me!" - random thoughts on popular Barbarian fiction. -- Knitnan
The temple of Sargax the Mad God was silent. Eerily silent. The walls were furnished in sculpted felt and the floor was made out of cork. Nidrus the Mighty could not still the
Read more »I am a dally-doodle, diddle-daddle, dingus, doofus, derpy, derpington, derpson DUMMINS.
After an entire day of trying to figure out what went wrong and where, I finally realised one important factor.
I had the visibility slider down to zero.
In personal news, I took my waist/height measurement and scored 0.541 so that's me a little closer to healthy weight measurements. Thanks to taking up rowing again [once a week, for five minutes. I go as fast as I can
Read more »I was destined to be the priestess of a mad God. What they didn't tell me was that instead of slaughtering people I'd be making Him a nice cup of tea and telling him it would be all right. -- Knitnan
I'd always wondered why the High Holies of the Mad God Zhyruq selected the kind and sympathetic to be their acolytes. Every year, they chose amongst their number the trainee they found to be the kindest, most generous, and most sympathetic.
Read more »I was so proud of myself, this morning. I went from scribble-sketch to proper sketch to neat inks in one morning. I was so happy, I wanted to try colouring the thing, or at least making a start on colouring the thing...
But Procreate wasn't co-operating. It now refuses to let me use the airbrush tool and, for a while, it wasn't letting me use the tablet pen.
It would work elsewhere, just not in Procreate.
After backing the iPad Pro up
Read more »His wardrobe contained among other things, a mask, full body suit that looked like rubber, spandex tights, spandex briefs, lots of spandex. Custom made purple boots and, Well he called it his utility belt but there was no way they were going to touch till the bomb squad And a competent psychiatrist got there. In memory of all those Cheesy Adam West Batman episodes. -- Knitnan
Half a building had collapsed, but the good news was that it was condemned and no
Read more »I'm just about run off my bum, today.
I have a corner to unfuck, which I will be doing on the 20-10 plan with a side order of Keep-Pass-Toss. Both of these are very useful unfucking strategies which I will explain below.
Basically, you sort your one pile of crap into three smaller piles:
Three smaller piles are easier to deal with than one
Read more »[On the idea of putting two Deathworlders in the one cage you have that you think can hold them]
Yeah, I mean, it's like storing all your plutonium cores in the same spot. Can't hurt right? They'll all be contained in a reinforced area anyways... -- RecklessPrudence
It was the perfect prison. Re-enforced cerametal[1] with smooth, vertical sides. The only way in or out was through a hole in the ceiling. Which was well out of the human's reach.
The human,
Read more »It's already past nine and I need to clean. Crap.
Any minute now, my work could be interrupted for four hours' of hard yakka.
So I'd better get a wriggle on.
Read more »I've only ignored a wise and powerful being saying "are you sure you want to do that?" once in all my lives, and I regretted it for the rest of that existence. On the other hand, ignoring it from beings who may be powerful, but only think they're wise? Done that dozens of times. The trick is telling the difference. -- RecklessPrudence
Since they were at the mercy of a seemingly wise and powerful being, Holly leaned over to whisper in the
Read more »It's been a learning morning, this morning. I had previously assumed that access for the blind in regards to my works. And, in full ignorance, I claimed that such access was financially impossible.
Turns out that I was a liar.
Blind readers only need a plain text version of my works, and it turns out that italics are completely irrelevant to the blind. Which is something of a bonus because making a special text version of all my older stuff honestly promised
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