Still at the festival, just got goggles suitable for building a steampunk Captor costume around, and am *so* psyched.
People I need to be talking to, the rough list:
* People who know the legalities of starting a nonprofit (and can make sense of the paperwork)
* People who know the legalities of forming a co-op business (and can make sense of the paperwork)
* People who can teach me how to write a business plan (or possibly just books or a class for this one)
* People who can tell me about their experiences with nonprofits, co-ops, communal living spaces or social service agencies
* People who can ask me concrete questions about details of the plan, but not in a way which is gloomsaying about how scary it is to start something, because I know; I have spent the last two years staring into the void and while my boundless, interrogative cynicism makes an excellent vizier it is not allowed to run this operation.
* People who can code and are un- or under-employed
* People who can code well and are un- or under-employed
* People who can draw and illustrate and animate
* People who are good at marketing and advertising
* People who know enough science to check my work
* People who are better equipped than I, psychologically, to govern and tend projects which have been founded and defined
PSA: I am rather abruptly going traveling this weekend, so communication may be intermittent.
Didn’t want to system restore because the restore point log didn’t indicate that it would recover the missing doodad and it could’ve just made things worse (plus if I wanted to use the tablet again I’d have to go through the whole thing ALL OVER, so, it didn’t seem like a good option.)
Reinstalled touchpad drivers, which didn’t seem to be the problem. Got Samsung tech support, talked to them for a while in chat, reinstalled “easy settings” which is the proprietary menu doodad I was missing aaaannd…
score. “one touch tap” can now be deactivated. I can now TYPE without Mituna-esque flailing. WOOHOO!
ugh I attempted to uninstall the autoinstalled Windows drivers that tried to eat my Monoprice tablet and somehow it fucked up my touchpad so that (a) it won’t deactivate when another mouse is plugged in (b) it keeps clicking randomly while I’m trying to type, PLS HALP
so you know how the running thing with the Striders is that literally none of them are legitimately cool and they’re all huge dorks
I humbly submit that Bro’s fingerless gloves aren’t even the objectively cool kind. They’re literally just these.
He wears ‘em all the time because there is nothing awesome about suffering early arthritis from all that smuppet sewing.
God I love being corrected by people who aren’t mean. i hope this doesn’t come across as — weird or self-satisfied? and i’m never pleased to have been wrong or to have upset someone. but i am so glad to be corrected when people are justified in their objections. I dunno.
for me it is part of the process of learning to trust a friend. I’ve tried to describe this without sounding completely whipped-dog about it but like. I require lots and lots of data points about people and their behavior for them to make any sense, and when they don’t make sense I sometimes react by depersonalizing and it sucks.
So if a friend tells me what they require from people, and then I piss them off by accident, and apologize and mean it and figure out how to integrate it into what they told me, and they forgive me, there’s suddenly a part of the world that I trust to make sense that I didn’t before. Or if I am randomly wrong about a thing and someone corrects me without blowing a gasket (or blows a gasket in one of various self-contained ways that I know how to deal with, that’s cool too), it’s -
It’s hard, it takes processing, but the best way to describe it is that they’ve given me a gift.
And the same is true when I am on the other end of these situations, if I am the one who is getting angry and getting over it, or the one who is making the correction: finding out what their reaction is and how to navigate it helps me trust them better.
sometimes I feel like I can’t possibly be as traumatized as I am by the last job I had
What do we say to the god of death?
- Persephone: knock knock
- Hades: who's there?
- Persephone: it's September hope you're ready to bang like a screen door in a hurricane
- titianArchivist: #what do we say to the god of death?#we say that isn't a canon aspect#but it looks like you found your quest bed anyway so it's all good
because nothing says christmas like your soulmate dying of radiation poisoning giving you one last goodbye kiss through the glass while your knees crumple under the weight of your sorrow, the upcoming 2015 wrath of khan hallmark christmas ornament is a must have!
Whenever I say I’m having a “bad pain day” I feel really like, guilty and suspicious—am I really? That words means a really specific thing, can I use it? What is pain anyway?
But then the morning after happens, and I wake up, and my whole body feels different, and I’m like, oh. Oh.
#I don’t have chronic pain YOU have chronic pain
one of my coworkers got a call (i work in a call center/tech support) from a customer that was really scared because supposedly the mafia was hacking her computer and they were stalking her…when finally my coworker took remote control of the computer he couldn’t stop laughing because