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azurelunatic) wrote2014-03-01 03:17 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-03-01 03:17 am
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cellphones and rain and work, oh my!
Home internet has been variously unstable. Not as bad as it could be, but still not as good as it could be either. I know this because occasionally Andromeda (the phone) will tell me about it, and then I'll wake up to find that IRC has been disconnected for a few hours. Alas, Comcast.
There's been rain! Exciting! Icon chosen in honor of the rain. I like rain, and the dry winter had me sad above and beyond global warming and drought reasons. Last night I didn't even turn on my white noise thing, which is rain, because there was serious rain outside. Maybe I should get a better rain icon.
Data entry, my favorite. Purple says that maybe I should have some actual favorites. I allowed as how troubleshooting That Damn Program was maybe an actual favorite, and how it is possible they will give me more new toys while they're taking away my old toy.
Mentioning this so when I look back for stuff I'll have mentioned it: I'm being moderately careful of my left wrist because for a while there's been a funny bump on the inside edge, just around the corner from where the last great wrist-cyst was. It's not fouling any tendons, but it is tender if whacked or I have some great heavy bag dangling off my wrist. At this point it's been doing this for less than a year. This comes up today because I whacked it last night, which hurt, and I was careful to not whack it again tonight when I was putting on lotion.
Today I caught myself scooting my glasses down on my nose so I could look over their tops at my phone. Is it time for flat-topped glasses? It's certainly not time for bifocals yet. (Mama had bifocals by 40. I'm not quite 34, and while I'm incredibly and unevenly nearsighted, I'm not half so nearsighted as Mama.) I like these frames, though. (And, heh. When I was in one of the directory tools trying to figure out who was connected to whom, I ran into the full size version of a badge picture. My esteemed friend, those were some regrettable glasses, and I'm glad you've changed your frames.)
It feels, particularly lately, like the balance of my time on personal electronics has tilted more towards phone, but I suspect that if I really sat down and looked at it, this would be because of two things:
one, my available personal desk-time for computer has shrunk due to being able to work more
two, my available personal phone-time has expanded due to better battery and more things that can be done on phone vs. full computer
I'm reading fewer books-as-books than when I was in high school, but a lot more micro, short, medium, and long nonfiction, albeit via phone. I'm reading less of published paper media tie-ins, but hella fanfic, which fills basically the same niche (except with more hot guys banging). I'm reading less by the available selection in the library, and more by personal recommendations from people whose taste I trust, and by an expanding list of authors who have earned my loyalty and who are actively putting out new works. (Every time I learned that a new favorite library author was dead, there was the tragedy of knowing that I'd never meet them to tell them what their books meant to me, and the additional tragedy of knowing there'd never again be a new book from them, and that even though there might still remain books of theirs yet unread by me, that it was a finite and shrinking list.)
Somewhere in there, the thoughts collided that I still haven't finished the latest refresh of my tape, and that while Cyteen has many things, it does not in fact have a saturation level of mobile devices, and how that might affect the plot. (Justin and Grant and cellphones, oh my.)
I'm continuing to play around with assorted automation-via-phone tools.
One of the shirts that I've had for at least 10 years now finally bit it, when I noticed the color of my undershirt was shining through. No actual holes, just a critical mass of fibers slowly rubbed and washed away. I'll miss that shirt, in no small part because the style's going to be significantly harder to find until it comes back in.
Once every couple days, I'll catch myself in the mirror when I have my hair down, and just stop for a moment to appreciate it. I have a lot of it, and it really is pretty glorious, long and nearly black and (when it's been trapped in a braid all day and then detangled again) full of shimmering waves. Every now and then it's great to get healthy surge of delight in your own body.
There's been rain! Exciting! Icon chosen in honor of the rain. I like rain, and the dry winter had me sad above and beyond global warming and drought reasons. Last night I didn't even turn on my white noise thing, which is rain, because there was serious rain outside. Maybe I should get a better rain icon.
Data entry, my favorite. Purple says that maybe I should have some actual favorites. I allowed as how troubleshooting That Damn Program was maybe an actual favorite, and how it is possible they will give me more new toys while they're taking away my old toy.
Mentioning this so when I look back for stuff I'll have mentioned it: I'm being moderately careful of my left wrist because for a while there's been a funny bump on the inside edge, just around the corner from where the last great wrist-cyst was. It's not fouling any tendons, but it is tender if whacked or I have some great heavy bag dangling off my wrist. At this point it's been doing this for less than a year. This comes up today because I whacked it last night, which hurt, and I was careful to not whack it again tonight when I was putting on lotion.
Today I caught myself scooting my glasses down on my nose so I could look over their tops at my phone. Is it time for flat-topped glasses? It's certainly not time for bifocals yet. (Mama had bifocals by 40. I'm not quite 34, and while I'm incredibly and unevenly nearsighted, I'm not half so nearsighted as Mama.) I like these frames, though. (And, heh. When I was in one of the directory tools trying to figure out who was connected to whom, I ran into the full size version of a badge picture. My esteemed friend, those were some regrettable glasses, and I'm glad you've changed your frames.)
It feels, particularly lately, like the balance of my time on personal electronics has tilted more towards phone, but I suspect that if I really sat down and looked at it, this would be because of two things:
one, my available personal desk-time for computer has shrunk due to being able to work more
two, my available personal phone-time has expanded due to better battery and more things that can be done on phone vs. full computer
I'm reading fewer books-as-books than when I was in high school, but a lot more micro, short, medium, and long nonfiction, albeit via phone. I'm reading less of published paper media tie-ins, but hella fanfic, which fills basically the same niche (except with more hot guys banging). I'm reading less by the available selection in the library, and more by personal recommendations from people whose taste I trust, and by an expanding list of authors who have earned my loyalty and who are actively putting out new works. (Every time I learned that a new favorite library author was dead, there was the tragedy of knowing that I'd never meet them to tell them what their books meant to me, and the additional tragedy of knowing there'd never again be a new book from them, and that even though there might still remain books of theirs yet unread by me, that it was a finite and shrinking list.)
Somewhere in there, the thoughts collided that I still haven't finished the latest refresh of my tape, and that while Cyteen has many things, it does not in fact have a saturation level of mobile devices, and how that might affect the plot. (Justin and Grant and cellphones, oh my.)
I'm continuing to play around with assorted automation-via-phone tools.
One of the shirts that I've had for at least 10 years now finally bit it, when I noticed the color of my undershirt was shining through. No actual holes, just a critical mass of fibers slowly rubbed and washed away. I'll miss that shirt, in no small part because the style's going to be significantly harder to find until it comes back in.
Once every couple days, I'll catch myself in the mirror when I have my hair down, and just stop for a moment to appreciate it. I have a lot of it, and it really is pretty glorious, long and nearly black and (when it's been trapped in a braid all day and then detangled again) full of shimmering waves. Every now and then it's great to get healthy surge of delight in your own body.