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azurelunatic) wrote2017-01-01 11:34 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2017-01-01 11:34 pm
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Quiet day
I imagine that with enough exposure, I will learn the loops and angles of my partner's handwriting. The addressed envelope on my clean desk already seems less alien.
I cleaned, for new year's eve. I wanted to start the year with a clean desk and no dirty dishes. And it came to pass.
I got a solid start on my quilt. It's going to be haphazard, I know. But it'll be my kind of haphazard. I swapped out the old broken keyboard for the new one. Same model. I won't be able to keep using the same model forever, but I hope to get another four+ years out of the new one. By that point there may be something new and delightful on the market.
My watch isn't keeping proper track of my average step count. Ordinarily I'd expect some fluctuation as days pass, but it hasn't done that. So I'll have to look at the averages elsewhere. And it turns out that my average actually passed my goal, the goal that had been out of sight between the surgery and the depression. So now I've got a new goal.
At some point my feelings about LiveJournal became, approximately: "I love and trust my friends there, but they're not the ones making the decisions." And now I hear that it's possible that there's no-one working there that I know anymore. (Well. I knew one person in the Moscow office, and had heard the names of others, so I wouldn't want the Moscow office to be trampled by angry yaks.) And the servers no longer have California IP addresses, and (I hear) some pro-Ukraine blogs have turned up missing, after the move. And there are much weaker protections on user privacy over there.
So that's a thing that's happening.
I don't know what country has the best user protection laws these days. There's a new![[site community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/comm_staff.png)
dw_news post up, on the recent events.
Cloudflare, DW's CDN, was hit particularly hard by the leap second. Earlier, there was a DW web server misbehaving. kab got Mark out of bed for that one.
There's now a need for Russian-speaking volunteer support. The old is new again.
I made the mistake of getting chewable vitamin C tablets, instead of the easily swallowed variety. While I'm swallowing them all the same, this means that their fake-orange taste leeches onto the tongue. This would be less of a problem, except my spironolactone is peppermint-flavored. I'm becoming accustomed to the orange-juice-and-toothpaste effect of taking my pills, now...
Part of the quiet effect of the day is less chatter with my partner. Their ex commandeered their full attention for some games. I am regarding this with the narrow-eyed patience of the barely-gracious winner. The ex has discerned that my partner's attentions and affections seem to be elsewhere. What with the breakup and all. I am secure in my partner's affection for me. I observe that even in their defeat in relationships, the ex is still finding new and innovative ways of being an ass.
I cleaned, for new year's eve. I wanted to start the year with a clean desk and no dirty dishes. And it came to pass.
I got a solid start on my quilt. It's going to be haphazard, I know. But it'll be my kind of haphazard. I swapped out the old broken keyboard for the new one. Same model. I won't be able to keep using the same model forever, but I hope to get another four+ years out of the new one. By that point there may be something new and delightful on the market.
My watch isn't keeping proper track of my average step count. Ordinarily I'd expect some fluctuation as days pass, but it hasn't done that. So I'll have to look at the averages elsewhere. And it turns out that my average actually passed my goal, the goal that had been out of sight between the surgery and the depression. So now I've got a new goal.
At some point my feelings about LiveJournal became, approximately: "I love and trust my friends there, but they're not the ones making the decisions." And now I hear that it's possible that there's no-one working there that I know anymore. (Well. I knew one person in the Moscow office, and had heard the names of others, so I wouldn't want the Moscow office to be trampled by angry yaks.) And the servers no longer have California IP addresses, and (I hear) some pro-Ukraine blogs have turned up missing, after the move. And there are much weaker protections on user privacy over there.
So that's a thing that's happening.
I don't know what country has the best user protection laws these days. There's a new
dw_news post up, on the recent events. Cloudflare, DW's CDN, was hit particularly hard by the leap second. Earlier, there was a DW web server misbehaving. kab got Mark out of bed for that one.
There's now a need for Russian-speaking volunteer support. The old is new again.
I made the mistake of getting chewable vitamin C tablets, instead of the easily swallowed variety. While I'm swallowing them all the same, this means that their fake-orange taste leeches onto the tongue. This would be less of a problem, except my spironolactone is peppermint-flavored. I'm becoming accustomed to the orange-juice-and-toothpaste effect of taking my pills, now...
Part of the quiet effect of the day is less chatter with my partner. Their ex commandeered their full attention for some games. I am regarding this with the narrow-eyed patience of the barely-gracious winner. The ex has discerned that my partner's attentions and affections seem to be elsewhere. What with the breakup and all. I am secure in my partner's affection for me. I observe that even in their defeat in relationships, the ex is still finding new and innovative ways of being an ass.