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[extensive conversation apropos of which]
Me: I am, unfortunately, seeing a ghost cat (actual cat) wearing a Village People leatherman cop hat.
Some Random Housemate (okay there are only two to choose from): But wouldn't it be the sailor, [apropos of previous]?
Housemate 2: They have that song, In The Navy.
Me, singing: In the Navy, you can sail the seven bees, in the Navy...
[personal profile] silveradept, unhooking the headphones from their ears: I'm sorry, what?
Me, with the aggrieved aggression of a challenged shitposter: Well, how many bees do you think there are?!

Snow :/

Feb. 14th, 2019 09:57 am
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Snow is melting!

This morning on my way from the poorly-cleared drop-off point to the bus, I slipped and nearly fell on some wet-looking ice.

The transit system is slowly becoming unfucked. As the streets de-ice, they're repairing the buses that have been damaged by their own tire chains.

As I told Toronto Ponytail this morning downstairs, it's not specifically that the snow was that bad, it's that the snow was that bad for the infrastructure we have. Nobody* has shovels, there aren't enough snowplows, and he agreed that it's actually entirely sensible for people to assume they're not going anywhere for a week and to shop accordingly. Especially when the store's incoming deliveries are going to be disrupted too.

This climate stuff. It just isn't natural.

* People who have lived here through the last big snow probably have shovels, unless their evil ex took them on the way out. Cough, glare, spit.

** Climate change deniers will be vaccinated and fed to starving polar bears.

Ouch.

Feb. 10th, 2019 10:31 pm
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
It has been very snowy. It has also been warm. What does that mean? Ice. So much ice. That means: ice chipping. ouch. My right arm. My right arm is not working right for the rest of the evening. I am dictating this via the phone.
There were not any flat shovels left at home Depot. There were, however, other shovels, and rakes, and implements of destruction.
Before the home Depot run, I was using the pizza peel to shovel the sidewalk. I am proud of my ingenuity.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Once upon a time, I was a wee Smol growing up in the suburbs of Alaska. I had a mother and father and sibling, with some poultry in the yard and a small vegetable garden. (People who claim this constitutes "a farm" are probably unfamiliar with the entire concept.)

Long after I grew up and left home, my father got a diagnosis and treatment for the energetically self-loathing bouts of depression, exacerbated by the 4 hours of daylight in the dead of winter. "Finally!" was the siblings' verdict.

During those years before I was able to to flee the cold dark scary bits for some brighter future, there were two of my dad's hobbies that are suddenly becoming relevant.

I mentioned that it was energetic depression, or something like that. As a fun self-harm tactic that involved the whole family, wow, that became a more graphic description than I had intended. )

Usually he regretted it afterwards, but regret didn't change any of his actions, remove any of the trauma, or restore anything he had destroyed. It was rarely cheap to replace.

When KonMarie first started going around, I was wary. Then one of the "funny" quotes surfaced, that her siblings had been angry with her for throwing away their stuff. That was enough for me.

I'm unlikely to be engaging with KonMarie in a positive light, even though the aspect of facing up to one's possessions and interrogating one's reasons for keeping it and one's unlikely to be realized aspirations is important emotional as well as physical work. The fact of Marie's history of a less-violent version of this aspect of my father's abuse will forever taint her as a person to me.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
I deeply appreciate the way that LJ suggestions as-was, and DW folks, have a visceral awareness of the way the little touches of a site have impacts on the site culture.

I'm not going anywhere in particular with this idea, but I think about it from time to time and it reassures me.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
In this house we use words to communicate about issues that may affect all of us. Like f'in adults.

***

Me, hollering from the bathroom: "Hey Cornholio, can you put it on the shopping list?"
Partner, who just three weeks ago had been confronted with "TP for my bunghole?" on same shopping list: "Sure."

***

Like f'in adults.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Physics and I are on a break until I forgive them for ejecting the egg carton from the refrigerator door.

Whereupon I called for assistance, Alex unloaded the fridge, Silver picked up egg with a series of implements and ointments, and I put away dishes so the sink could become useful and otherwise tried to stay out of the way.

A rec

Jan. 16th, 2019 07:24 am
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[community profile] capslock_dreamwidth, for shitposting in all caps.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Commute in wasn't a nightmare because I was on the bus.

We'll see what happens this evening.

The "99 viaduct" is closed. There is a 3 week gap while crews connect the new tunnel. Those Who Predict are predicting more traffic mayhem than usual.

My commute is effectively from Tacoma Dome to the Columbia Center. Well, the one building slightly downhill that doesn't have any windows on the south side. So while I don't take a car into the city, my co-workers do. This will be fun.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Belovedest made tater tots last night, and we all had some (except the cats). They added some of the cooked ground beef and some cheese, and said something about stretching the definition of salad.

This was clearly (to me, anyway) in the same spirit of shitposting about the definition of sandwiches. So I considered my rules. "If it doesn't have anything that looks like it's photosynthesized recently, it's nachos," I declared.

This was accepted. Though I think the thing that makes it a nacho is the melted cheese. (By which definition, a staple of my childhood was rice nachos.)

Oops.

Dec. 31st, 2018 09:20 pm
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
At three hours to midnight, guess who lost their balance trying to string up seasonally discounted fairy lights to illuminate the basement dungeon, stepped square on the disassembled sex swing, and fell head first into the mirror?

At a minimum, my left foot is badly bruised. I am not going to think about the further possibilities until at least tomorrow. I'm in bed with an intermittent ice pack and a mild headache.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Missed a deadline. I am upset with myself, and my work schedule, and my computer.

After a pleasant morning, belovedest and I tackled my car accessories and the car itself. I have a bunch of things left from my last car. I sorted through them and stuffed them into the car. Then I tried starting it.

My plan had been, see if we can baby the battery through getting the emissions test, so we don't have to reset the computer. The car had other ideas.

So my partner and I get under the hood, swear at the amount of corrosion on the battery, get it unclamped (it eventually needed a hammer to pry up) and out. The tray needed rinsing out from miscellaneous mud. We got the new one in. Then we tried to get it secured down.

I will draw a veil over the subsequent hour. By the end, my gloves were filthy, my knees were about to collapse, and I was on the thin edge of a meltdown.

I managed to declare that I wanted to go forward with the paperwork we do have.

So (a few false moves later) we're at the vehicle license office in my partner's car, where I learn that the chain of ownership is missing a link. This means I am over the 15 day grace period, and get to start accumulating late fees.

The ride home is best not spoken of.

A YouTube exploration later, Belovedest was out swearing at the battery again. I washed my face and got food.

They got it more or less secured. We regrouped.

My morail is coming next week. We therefore have to set up for visitors. That means assembling the bookshelf and deploying the air mattress.

I have a venerable Kallax shelf that came with me from California.

I would have felt more like the bookshelf tested our relationship had we not just been wrestling with the battery, plus the terrifying saga of our courtship. I was the one to break a peg this time.

The less said about the air mattress, the better. Ultimately they wrapped a pair of moldable earplugs around the adapter of the big pump, then knelt there while I operated the pump.

I'm glad to be in bed now.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Short day, long night. I need a nap.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Me two weeks ago: "Technicians will be performing a routine 5-year safety test of the elevators. ... This is not expected to cause an audible disturbance inside [Borg] space."

Me today: "Soooooo... it turns out that it does 'cause an audible disturbance' because they load the elevators up with bricks and then drop them."

My people prairie-dogged to see what was going on.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Don't specify font color.

Don't try to match the font color in the editor to how it looks in the community*.

Don't pick a special font color for emphasis.

Don't do chat logs in different colors for different people.

Don't make announcements that specify colors even if it's a theme and you want it to look pretty.

Not if you want people to read it.


When it goes out onto the reading page, you no longer control the background color. Your color choice looks great on a white or light grey background. How does it look on black? Blue? Orange?

Don't specify font color. Specifying a color overrides the font color choice of the reader. It doesn't override the background color choice. It might be barely noticeable, or it might be unreadable.

Readers have different reasons for picking the background and text colors in their layouts. Sometimes it's aesthetic. Sometimes it's because they have low vision and can't read anything that is smaller or has less contrast. Sometimes it's because they're very color or light sensitive and some colors (such as very bright whites and cyans) give them debilitating migraines.

When you're posting in community space, don't be a jerk.


*When you're posting in your own space, you can control the look of the place, including colors, through your layout and make it look how you want that way. When you change your mind about how you want to have your space look, it's tedious to go back through old entries and change your font color.

[cranky old internet denizen muttering]

Weekend!

Dec. 8th, 2018 10:01 am
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Throat is the sort of sore which could be a result of sleep and not drinking enough water, or could be a sign that I have The Housemates' Cold (I was sneezing a bit last night, and I just heard Belovedest coughing in the living room).

I was grumpily intending to remain in bed all day, dammit, because my knees were not good this past week, but I will probably at least get up for food.

When I got the battery on this here phone replaced, the tech talked sternly about properly charging and discharging for maximum life. I... have a lifestyle that doesn't match my battery size, so if I leave it discharging all day, I'm on the train when it starts going low. At which point my options for charging are fewer, and are mostly slow. I don't want to get stranded with a dead battery. So I may start blithely ignoring the best practices again, with the understanding that I will probably have to replace the battery again in a year or so.

Car, again

Dec. 3rd, 2018 05:45 pm
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Mr. K has declared the PT Cruiser a lemon (he's furious about that) and offered me a choice of the other vehicles he had on hand.

I would not have properly appreciated the Volvo S80. I was not really up for renewing my skills with manual transmission. So he showed me the maroon Toaster.

I liked it. Clean, comfortable. He made me shake on it, no take-backsies, before revealing that he'd originally intended it as an anniversary gift for his wife.

*facepalm*

Thank you, Mrs. K.


Hoping to be on my own wheels again soon.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
Thinking about breakups again (a thing in my greater social circle happened a while ago) and the concept of fair play.

I am predisposed to skepticism when a person goes "But they didn't have to X; I would be so much less devastated if they had done it more gently." In more than one of the breakups I've witnessed, the less-injured party *did* try to do it more gently. And it didn't stick. So they're trying again.

Not universal, certainly. But sometimes a thing.
azurelunatic: The Space Needle by night. Slightly dubious photography. (Default)
We had our celebration on Saturday. I talked belovedest through turkey prep, including the seasoning, the night before. Then they set an alarm for fuck o'clock to put it in.

It was a smallish group: the household, , and a couple who were among belovedest's first independent friends post-ex, and their kid.

Mr. K had to leave early, alas, but not before turkey and biscuits.

Then we watched some Miraculous Ladybug and played a riotous tournament of Suspend. The kid brought the riot.

The rest of the evening was quieter after Mrs. K left with the kid. Rather than have big containers of potatoes and stuffing and such to contend with, we portioned them out into meal boxes, and put the rest of the bird carcass in a crock pot to stew down.


Sunday involved a generous amount of sleep. We picked through the meat and made turkey soup. Dinner was BLTs minus the L.

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