Hypothesis 假設
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flwydChinatown in San Francisco has changed less in the last 20 years than any town in China.
This probably holds true for any number between 1 and 100.
This probably holds true for any number between 1 and 100.
San Francisco has a vice for everyone
Dec. 2nd, 2025 03:39 pmflwyd… and I just spent $500 at City Lights Bookstore.
Buying books and reading books are separate hobbies, as my coworker pointed out.
Buying books and reading books are separate hobbies, as my coworker pointed out.
Don't forget about the DW points bonus sale
Dec. 2nd, 2025 04:44 amconulyWhich I nearly forgot about, but here we are!
You can buy points here, and then spend them on a paid account.
And then you can post a poll!
You can buy points here, and then spend them on a paid account.
And then you can post a poll!
Poll #33906 Gratuitous poll
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 24
On a scale of one to ten, crickets or walnuts?
View Answers
Mean: 6.29 Median: 7 Std. Dev 2.72
Mean: 6.29 Median: 7 Std. Dev 2.72
| 1 | 2 (8.3%) | |
|---|---|---|
| 2 | 1 (4.2%) | |
| 3 | 2 (8.3%) | |
| 4 | 0 (0.0%) | |
| 5 | 3 (12.5%) | |
| 6 | 3 (12.5%) | |
| 7 | 6 (25.0%) | |
| 8 | 1 (4.2%) | |
| 9 | 2 (8.3%) | |
| 10 | 4 (16.7%) |
The Early Years by Mark Waldron
Dec. 1st, 2025 04:41 amconuly I don’t want to say
things were indescribably
bad exactly
but things were
indescribably bad exactly
I don’t want to say the tide
went out and left him
gasping—a landed fish precisely
but the tide did indeed go out
and left him gaping—a dropped ghost
to make matters worse
god gathered up all of god’s things
and paddled out on that tide
so he swore he would die
and to make matters worser still
he rocked back and forth
in a bubble rather boggy and sad
ate nothing but thistles therein
I don’t want to pretend
things were very much worse
than they were
but they very much were
*********
Link
things were indescribably
bad exactly
but things were
indescribably bad exactly
I don’t want to say the tide
went out and left him
gasping—a landed fish precisely
but the tide did indeed go out
and left him gaping—a dropped ghost
to make matters worse
god gathered up all of god’s things
and paddled out on that tide
so he swore he would die
and to make matters worser still
he rocked back and forth
in a bubble rather boggy and sad
ate nothing but thistles therein
I don’t want to pretend
things were very much worse
than they were
but they very much were
Link
So, wait, wait, wait wait wait....
Nov. 30th, 2025 01:02 amconulyare you seriously telling me that chronic nosebleeds are potentially (yet another) symptom of (the same underlying connective tissue problems that ultimately cause) hypermobility?
Well, fuck.
(Oh, and myopia's on that list too, but I somehow find myself less flabbergasted by this one.)
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Well, fuck.
(Oh, and myopia's on that list too, but I somehow find myself less flabbergasted by this one.)
( Read more... )
Eighteen.
Dec. 1st, 2025 11:49 pmsorcyressTrigger Warning: Sexual and emotional abuse.
I don't know that milk is supposed to be a thing you put on your altar --probably it's not a great choice, what with the fact that it spoils and stuff.
But it's eighteen years tonight and tomorrow, and I wasn't gonna _not_. I'll clean it up tomorrow. The room can live with milk in it for twelve hours.
I think I get ice cream tomorrow. I don't know what else my plans are, but I think ice cream is an absolutely pivotal part of it. Drink the thing that poisons those who would hurt you. Be stronger than they are. Have a thing that brings you joy that will keep them away, keep them from being able to touch you.
Eighteen years ago was the last time I was raped. I have now lived half my life in "after". Well. Tomorrow morning. Tonight and then. Approaching midnight means still at the Hoff theatre. I think the part where he tried to fuck me without any kind of protection was the Friday night, would've been last night. Now is the Saturday night, and the very last of all of it, the very last time we are still on good terms.
(I think it's the time I didn't get to kiss August, but maybe that was earlier in the fall. Because it is only okay to kiss women, because in addition to every other insecurity, doesn't actually believe in bisexuality or recognize it as a real threat. My queerness is an additional fuck you.)
Half my life since we broke up. Half my life since after.
I did it.
I made it to 36 without fucking up someone half my age. I made it to 36 with relationships that are good, with partners that love who _I_ am and not just what I can do for them. I made it to 36 and can have sex that is joyful and funny and weird and hot and kinky and consensual and consensual and consensual and consensual.
"And it isn't my fault that the barbarian raped me"
I made it to 36, and in less than twelve hours I'll be more than half my life since him. Not just without him --from first meeting to last was only ever five years, we've done that over and over-- but _since_ him. Half my life _since_ I was raped. Half my life _since_ I was abused.
Half my life since I tried to set myself on fire to keep someone else warm. I am already full of warmth, I will share that with joy. I don't need to burn to provide it.
I'm just going in circles with this, but I'm okay with that, because I've been going in circles for eighteen years. Cycles of healing and hurting, of getting better and suddenly worse. It's part of being human, not leaving things totally behind. And I wouldn't dream of trying to write of what my life was like in the before. Too much of it is here in after.
Almost the majority, in fact.
Happy Anniversary, kSatyr Wulfsohn. You lost and it is entirely your own fault. I hope you figure that out someday, and I hope that it chokes you into actually becoming a better person.
None worked the ways to break me you contrived.
Fuck you I'm not a victim: I survived.
~R.
MOOP!
On dreamwidth, trigger warnings go both ways. Sexual and emotional abuse allusions.
I don't know that milk is supposed to be a thing you put on your altar --probably it's not a great choice, what with the fact that it spoils and stuff.
But it's eighteen years tonight and tomorrow, and I wasn't gonna _not_. I'll clean it up tomorrow. The room can live with milk in it for twelve hours.
I think I get ice cream tomorrow. I don't know what else my plans are, but I think ice cream is an absolutely pivotal part of it. Drink the thing that poisons those who would hurt you. Be stronger than they are. Have a thing that brings you joy that will keep them away, keep them from being able to touch you.
Eighteen years ago was the last time I was raped. I have now lived half my life in "after". Well. Tomorrow morning. Tonight and then. Approaching midnight means still at the Hoff theatre. I think the part where he tried to fuck me without any kind of protection was the Friday night, would've been last night. Now is the Saturday night, and the very last of all of it, the very last time we are still on good terms.
(I think it's the time I didn't get to kiss August, but maybe that was earlier in the fall. Because it is only okay to kiss women, because in addition to every other insecurity, doesn't actually believe in bisexuality or recognize it as a real threat. My queerness is an additional fuck you.)
Half my life since we broke up. Half my life since after.
I did it.
I made it to 36 without fucking up someone half my age. I made it to 36 with relationships that are good, with partners that love who _I_ am and not just what I can do for them. I made it to 36 and can have sex that is joyful and funny and weird and hot and kinky and consensual and consensual and consensual and consensual.
"And it isn't my fault that the barbarian raped me"
I made it to 36, and in less than twelve hours I'll be more than half my life since him. Not just without him --from first meeting to last was only ever five years, we've done that over and over-- but _since_ him. Half my life _since_ I was raped. Half my life _since_ I was abused.
Half my life since I tried to set myself on fire to keep someone else warm. I am already full of warmth, I will share that with joy. I don't need to burn to provide it.
I'm just going in circles with this, but I'm okay with that, because I've been going in circles for eighteen years. Cycles of healing and hurting, of getting better and suddenly worse. It's part of being human, not leaving things totally behind. And I wouldn't dream of trying to write of what my life was like in the before. Too much of it is here in after.
Almost the majority, in fact.
Happy Anniversary, kSatyr Wulfsohn. You lost and it is entirely your own fault. I hope you figure that out someday, and I hope that it chokes you into actually becoming a better person.
None worked the ways to break me you contrived.
Fuck you I'm not a victim: I survived.
~R.
MOOP!
On dreamwidth, trigger warnings go both ways. Sexual and emotional abuse allusions.
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The Persimmon is a Loop
Nov. 30th, 2025 12:19 amflwyd16 years ago on November 30th I titled a post Persimmons, Not Parsimony because I'd been tickled orange to find a bowl of persimmons in Charlie's Café, the largest eatery on Google's Mountain View campus. It was the first day of Noogler Orientation and an inflection point in my life. 24 years later I attended an improvised Dickens performance at San Francisco's BATS Theater at which the audience answer to "What reminds you of the holiday season" was "persimmons!" and it sent the story off to a sweet yet tannin-infused evening of long-form improv comedy.
To round the night out, across the street I spotted The Interval, part cocktail bar/artisan café, part museum for The Long Now, an organization devoted to thinking 10,000 years in the past and 10,000 years in the future. I recall hearing vaguely about this group around 2009, and it's fitting that I landed in their bar after sixteen rotations of Earth's celestial gears: on display was a model of a component to compute the equation of time in their 10,000 year clock. Some of the code I wrote in my final months at Google computed the sun's elevation above the horizon at a given instant…in SQL. Over the last several years I've toyed with the idea of writing a book about the various ways humans keep track of time, but I'd forgotten about the Long Now folks… perhaps they could be a human element that weaves a narrative into my nonfiction tome.
There's an alternate history to my professional and personal life. In the fall of 2009 I had no long-term commitments. I had assumed that Google's hiring process involved choosing a location after passing the interview, not realizing that my acquaintance had referred me to a specific Google Boulder position. After quitting my job in early 2009 and traveling for the summer I had imagined that I might end up in the Bay Area, the center of gravity for the computer programming world and a place that hadn't yet lost the luster of early 21st Century techno-utopianism. San Francisco seemed like the hip place to be when I was 30, and I was curious if I would choose to live in biking distance of an office in Silicon Valley and commute to The City By The Bay for cultural enrichment, or whether I'd try a life in the dense urban space and make US-101 my daily journey. (I also interviewed with a company in DUMBO, Brooklyn, near the hipster haven of the other coast, Williamsburg). I wasn't upset to stay in Boulder ("You're already from there," Molly quipped), and as I watched Googlers complain about everything in the Bay Area from traffic to housing to taxes to rain ("You live in a place affected by drought and you're complaining about the rain" I memeed) I got to feel pretty good about sticking to my mile-high xeric roots. I continue to chuckle whenever someone moves to Boulder and is wowed about how cheap the housing is and how efficiently traffic flows.
Geography is destiny; where we are determines so much of the course of our lives. Had I moved to California I wouldn't have connected with Kelly in 2010, we wouldn't have lived through the 2013 flood, we wouldn't have gotten married on Talk Like A Pirate Day, we wouldn't have bought a house, we wouldn't have our cats. I'm in the Bay Area again this week because we visited Kelly's sister and our nephew, neither of whom I would've recognized as anyone special in this alternate history. I would have met other people in San Francisco and around this saucer of mountains. I would have partied with Burners more than once or twice a year. I would have picked up different hobbies, fallen in love with different people, built community in different places. Who knows if I would've stayed at Google for a decade and a half—over the last 10 years Facebook and Amazon kept trying to recruit me to Seattle for some reason, but I imagine a Bay Area software engineer gets lots more unsolicited job inquiries, ones that don't involve a change in homes too. At Google Boulder I made friends with the sourcing team, the folks who identify those potential candidates who aren't looking for a job. Engineering and People Ops had lunch on the porch together, went to the same office parties, and a pair even got married. That cross-organizational connection doesn't happen as much in Mountain View: there are far too many Bay Area Googlers to put unrelated jobs together in the same building. All things considered, I'm happy with the happenstance that kept me at 40 degrees north, 105 and a quarter degrees east, rather than sending me on a long-term assignment to 37 and a half degrees north and 122 degrees east. The weather here is pleasant year round, but that's not a great way to keep time.
To round the night out, across the street I spotted The Interval, part cocktail bar/artisan café, part museum for The Long Now, an organization devoted to thinking 10,000 years in the past and 10,000 years in the future. I recall hearing vaguely about this group around 2009, and it's fitting that I landed in their bar after sixteen rotations of Earth's celestial gears: on display was a model of a component to compute the equation of time in their 10,000 year clock. Some of the code I wrote in my final months at Google computed the sun's elevation above the horizon at a given instant…in SQL. Over the last several years I've toyed with the idea of writing a book about the various ways humans keep track of time, but I'd forgotten about the Long Now folks… perhaps they could be a human element that weaves a narrative into my nonfiction tome.
There's an alternate history to my professional and personal life. In the fall of 2009 I had no long-term commitments. I had assumed that Google's hiring process involved choosing a location after passing the interview, not realizing that my acquaintance had referred me to a specific Google Boulder position. After quitting my job in early 2009 and traveling for the summer I had imagined that I might end up in the Bay Area, the center of gravity for the computer programming world and a place that hadn't yet lost the luster of early 21st Century techno-utopianism. San Francisco seemed like the hip place to be when I was 30, and I was curious if I would choose to live in biking distance of an office in Silicon Valley and commute to The City By The Bay for cultural enrichment, or whether I'd try a life in the dense urban space and make US-101 my daily journey. (I also interviewed with a company in DUMBO, Brooklyn, near the hipster haven of the other coast, Williamsburg). I wasn't upset to stay in Boulder ("You're already from there," Molly quipped), and as I watched Googlers complain about everything in the Bay Area from traffic to housing to taxes to rain ("You live in a place affected by drought and you're complaining about the rain" I memeed) I got to feel pretty good about sticking to my mile-high xeric roots. I continue to chuckle whenever someone moves to Boulder and is wowed about how cheap the housing is and how efficiently traffic flows.
Geography is destiny; where we are determines so much of the course of our lives. Had I moved to California I wouldn't have connected with Kelly in 2010, we wouldn't have lived through the 2013 flood, we wouldn't have gotten married on Talk Like A Pirate Day, we wouldn't have bought a house, we wouldn't have our cats. I'm in the Bay Area again this week because we visited Kelly's sister and our nephew, neither of whom I would've recognized as anyone special in this alternate history. I would have met other people in San Francisco and around this saucer of mountains. I would have partied with Burners more than once or twice a year. I would have picked up different hobbies, fallen in love with different people, built community in different places. Who knows if I would've stayed at Google for a decade and a half—over the last 10 years Facebook and Amazon kept trying to recruit me to Seattle for some reason, but I imagine a Bay Area software engineer gets lots more unsolicited job inquiries, ones that don't involve a change in homes too. At Google Boulder I made friends with the sourcing team, the folks who identify those potential candidates who aren't looking for a job. Engineering and People Ops had lunch on the porch together, went to the same office parties, and a pair even got married. That cross-organizational connection doesn't happen as much in Mountain View: there are far too many Bay Area Googlers to put unrelated jobs together in the same building. All things considered, I'm happy with the happenstance that kept me at 40 degrees north, 105 and a quarter degrees east, rather than sending me on a long-term assignment to 37 and a half degrees north and 122 degrees east. The weather here is pleasant year round, but that's not a great way to keep time.
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dw_newsHello, friends! It's about to be December again, and you know what that means: the fact I am posting this actually before December 1 means karzilla reminded me about the existence of linear time again. Wait, no -- well, yes, but also -- okay, look, let me back up and start again: it's almost December, and that means it's time for our annual December holiday points bonus.
The standard explanation: For the entire month of December, all orders made in the Shop of points and paid time, either for you or as a gift for a friend, will have 10% of your completed cart total sent to you in points when you finish the transaction. For instance, if you buy an order of 12 months of paid time for $35 (350 points), you'll get 35 points when the order is complete, to use on a future purchase.
( The fine print and much more behind this cut! )
Thank you, in short, for being the best possible users any social media site could possibly ever hope for. I'm probably in danger of crossing the Sappiness Line if I haven't already, but you all make everything worth it.
On behalf of Mark, Jen, Robby, and our team of awesome volunteers, and to each and every one of you, whether you've been with us on this wild ride since the beginning or just signed up last week, I'm wishing you all a very happy set of end-of-year holidays, whichever ones you celebrate, and hoping for all of you that your 2026 is full of kindness, determination, empathy, and a hell of a lot more luck than we've all had lately. Let's go.
karzilla reminded me about the existence of linear time again. Wait, no -- well, yes, but also -- okay, look, let me back up and start again: it's almost December, and that means it's time for our annual December holiday points bonus.The standard explanation: For the entire month of December, all orders made in the Shop of points and paid time, either for you or as a gift for a friend, will have 10% of your completed cart total sent to you in points when you finish the transaction. For instance, if you buy an order of 12 months of paid time for $35 (350 points), you'll get 35 points when the order is complete, to use on a future purchase.
( The fine print and much more behind this cut! )
Thank you, in short, for being the best possible users any social media site could possibly ever hope for. I'm probably in danger of crossing the Sappiness Line if I haven't already, but you all make everything worth it.
On behalf of Mark, Jen, Robby, and our team of awesome volunteers, and to each and every one of you, whether you've been with us on this wild ride since the beginning or just signed up last week, I'm wishing you all a very happy set of end-of-year holidays, whichever ones you celebrate, and hoping for all of you that your 2026 is full of kindness, determination, empathy, and a hell of a lot more luck than we've all had lately. Let's go.
Post-Turkey (well, there are leftovers...)
Nov. 28th, 2025 07:20 pmazurelunaticThe new dryer is just fine, except the top is ever so slightly slanted in a way that makes it a bad place to set your dryer balls.
Have I mentioned that especially after Colonoscopy Week I've had more trouble than usual walking? I've been using my cane inside the house for the first time in quite a while, and I'm limited in how much I can carry without (more) pain. It sucks. Belovedest has set up the short ramp against the shortest outside stairs, and while going up it is Bad, going up the stairs without it is Worse. (Both outside doors have stairs.)
I wasn't available to assist with any of the Thanksgiving cooking. Belovedest did it themselves! Including: turkey, the epic tray of dressing, biscuits from the mix, and instant potatoes made the way that erases the taste of Box. (There was also salad available, but there's quite a bit of vegetable in the sausage-cornbread dressing.)
Today we had some roof inspectors. The inspection's free; the quote for fixing things up is *sigh* very much not free.
Have I mentioned that especially after Colonoscopy Week I've had more trouble than usual walking? I've been using my cane inside the house for the first time in quite a while, and I'm limited in how much I can carry without (more) pain. It sucks. Belovedest has set up the short ramp against the shortest outside stairs, and while going up it is Bad, going up the stairs without it is Worse. (Both outside doors have stairs.)
I wasn't available to assist with any of the Thanksgiving cooking. Belovedest did it themselves! Including: turkey, the epic tray of dressing, biscuits from the mix, and instant potatoes made the way that erases the taste of Box. (There was also salad available, but there's quite a bit of vegetable in the sausage-cornbread dressing.)
Today we had some roof inspectors. The inspection's free; the quote for fixing things up is *sigh* very much not free.
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Nov. 28th, 2025 06:44 amgreenstormWell, that was a lot.
PMDD stuff receded a bit. I *think* pepcid and allergy pills help it (apparently they can help folks) but it has been a really rough ride.
Luckily I've had that pig winter house to focus on. I need to secure the tin on the roof better still, but it's up and fenced (I need to secure the fence better still) and they're in it. Last night was supposed to be the first negative-mid-teens and their summer house just isn't good for that. Avallu tested the house while I was building the fence and found it good.
As usual these days, the weather prediction was extremely wrong, but they're in there and it's done, except for climbing on the roof to secure the tin better and touching up that fencing. They're strategically placed close to the water tap on the south side of the house, which I expect to freeze less than the north side tap.
The other consequence of the weather prediction being wrong is that I set the woodstove to put out more heat, and the house got pretty warm overnight. Not too warm, but not far from it.
In any case it was good to have that physical necessity pushing on me. Doing physical work has generally been better for my PMDD.
Next step, and not too much of a hurry, is to put the white side of the bulb yin yang in and/or lock the geese in their greenhouse and the ducks in the other so they can't access any yard, and then take down the yard gates.
We got some decent snow, a couple inches, but my driveway on the north side of the house, the sloping part, is still 2" of solid slick ice, now with snow on top. Even with studded tires I'm hesitant to take the truck down there. The hoses are all up except.... one part, about four feet, got frozen under the ice. It's where I won't snowblow, though, so I guess that's where it will live.
I had another dream about Angus. It doesn't escape my notice that I left when his depression led to him hiding importnt household things from me, like not being able to pay the bills, and he wouldn't get help for it. Then Tucker bought a condo in Vancouver without telling me, years later, and for some reason I stayed with him until roughly this time last year. Incidentally, after a couple of years of saying he was going to, he's now getting treatment for his depression, well after it ended, and it seems to help. The fact that it helps is good.
Anyhow, I retain my deep grudge against depression. It hurts the people I love. And wherever they are I want them to be happy.
Anyhow, it was a rough dream.
I've been paused in pottery stuff because I've focused on getting things ready for the very-late start of winter; every day feels like a stolen last day so I try to make the most of it, then there's another, and another, so I've been pushing to do more than I should. And the temps last night were a good reason to push, don't get me wrong.
But now I want to make things again. After a push to make things that would bring in money for a fundraiser for the arts studio, reskilling, I now am turning my attention to-- what do I find beautiful? How can I marry that beauty and function? What skills do I need? And I'm looking at the past work I have in my kitchen, noting which techniques bring me joy, and letting them sink into my body so they're available when I next have clay under my hands.
Whiskey has woken up and is being hangry at me, attacking the other cats if they're on the bed and doing stairs zoomies as he does when he's excited about it being almost-but-not-quite breakfast time. I'm very lucky in my cats. My own digestive system has started hurting, I usually get a bit of peace in the morning before I'm fully awake. And now Little Bear is climbing the curtains.
PMDD stuff receded a bit. I *think* pepcid and allergy pills help it (apparently they can help folks) but it has been a really rough ride.
Luckily I've had that pig winter house to focus on. I need to secure the tin on the roof better still, but it's up and fenced (I need to secure the fence better still) and they're in it. Last night was supposed to be the first negative-mid-teens and their summer house just isn't good for that. Avallu tested the house while I was building the fence and found it good.
As usual these days, the weather prediction was extremely wrong, but they're in there and it's done, except for climbing on the roof to secure the tin better and touching up that fencing. They're strategically placed close to the water tap on the south side of the house, which I expect to freeze less than the north side tap.
The other consequence of the weather prediction being wrong is that I set the woodstove to put out more heat, and the house got pretty warm overnight. Not too warm, but not far from it.
In any case it was good to have that physical necessity pushing on me. Doing physical work has generally been better for my PMDD.
Next step, and not too much of a hurry, is to put the white side of the bulb yin yang in and/or lock the geese in their greenhouse and the ducks in the other so they can't access any yard, and then take down the yard gates.
We got some decent snow, a couple inches, but my driveway on the north side of the house, the sloping part, is still 2" of solid slick ice, now with snow on top. Even with studded tires I'm hesitant to take the truck down there. The hoses are all up except.... one part, about four feet, got frozen under the ice. It's where I won't snowblow, though, so I guess that's where it will live.
I had another dream about Angus. It doesn't escape my notice that I left when his depression led to him hiding importnt household things from me, like not being able to pay the bills, and he wouldn't get help for it. Then Tucker bought a condo in Vancouver without telling me, years later, and for some reason I stayed with him until roughly this time last year. Incidentally, after a couple of years of saying he was going to, he's now getting treatment for his depression, well after it ended, and it seems to help. The fact that it helps is good.
Anyhow, I retain my deep grudge against depression. It hurts the people I love. And wherever they are I want them to be happy.
Anyhow, it was a rough dream.
I've been paused in pottery stuff because I've focused on getting things ready for the very-late start of winter; every day feels like a stolen last day so I try to make the most of it, then there's another, and another, so I've been pushing to do more than I should. And the temps last night were a good reason to push, don't get me wrong.
But now I want to make things again. After a push to make things that would bring in money for a fundraiser for the arts studio, reskilling, I now am turning my attention to-- what do I find beautiful? How can I marry that beauty and function? What skills do I need? And I'm looking at the past work I have in my kitchen, noting which techniques bring me joy, and letting them sink into my body so they're available when I next have clay under my hands.
Whiskey has woken up and is being hangry at me, attacking the other cats if they're on the bed and doing stairs zoomies as he does when he's excited about it being almost-but-not-quite breakfast time. I'm very lucky in my cats. My own digestive system has started hurting, I usually get a bit of peace in the morning before I'm fully awake. And now Little Bear is climbing the curtains.
Question thread #146
Nov. 28th, 2025 02:06 ampauamma posting in dw_devIt's time for another question thread!
The rules:
- You may ask any dev-related question you have in a comment. (It doesn't even need to be about Dreamwidth, although if it involves a language/library/framework/database Dreamwidth doesn't use, you will probably get answers pointing that out and suggesting a better place to ask.)
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The rules:
- You may ask any dev-related question you have in a comment. (It doesn't even need to be about Dreamwidth, although if it involves a language/library/framework/database Dreamwidth doesn't use, you will probably get answers pointing that out and suggesting a better place to ask.)
- You may also answer any question, using the guidelines given in To Answer, Or Not To Answer and in this comment thread.
Thanksgiving dinner is cooking
Nov. 27th, 2025 03:15 pmconulyI put my chicken in the oven and fried up the chicken skins and - listen, I gotta say, of all the food items I've tried because I read about them, fried chicken skins are fucking amazing. I don't mind saying that they are, hands down, the most brilliant thing Jews have contributed to the world, and I do hope my various Jewish friends take that in the spirit it's intended, because omg. I don't care if I find out later that you guys invented the wheel, this is better. I am very thankful.
Anyway, we've got chicken, creamed spinach, possibly creamed corn, maybe beets of some sort, maybe couscous, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes (with marshmallows, contributed by a guest), stuffing, cornbread, cranberry sauce, and pies. I'm debating making some soup as well, buuuuuuut I think we may have enough food and not enough bowls. Oh, and there's green beans. Oh, and brussels sprouts and a salad.
(Maybe I should've made baked beans? I wonder if I have time to make baked beans. Oh, but the chicken is in the oven. Hm. Can you make not-baked baked beans? Is that a thing?)
Anyway, we've got chicken, creamed spinach, possibly creamed corn, maybe beets of some sort, maybe couscous, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes (with marshmallows, contributed by a guest), stuffing, cornbread, cranberry sauce, and pies. I'm debating making some soup as well, buuuuuuut I think we may have enough food and not enough bowls. Oh, and there's green beans. Oh, and brussels sprouts and a salad.
(Maybe I should've made baked beans? I wonder if I have time to make baked beans. Oh, but the chicken is in the oven. Hm. Can you make not-baked baked beans? Is that a thing?)
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Nov. 25th, 2025 10:04 amgreenstormPMDD wobble intensifies. Pretty bad. It's hard to gaugue which trade-iffs are worth it when the consequences ar so slow to show up.
Also body crashed from yesterday and my legs keep falling asleep so I'm stuck here thinking about how awful everything is.
Whiskey has been very zoomy, maybe because his breakfast was so late cuz I couldn't get down the stairs, and chased off the other cats from my bed.
Maybe I should go lie on the load of straw I haven't unloaded yet, outside? It's -5 though. Maybe I should wait on that thought until I can make it downstairs.
No real snow yet
Also body crashed from yesterday and my legs keep falling asleep so I'm stuck here thinking about how awful everything is.
Whiskey has been very zoomy, maybe because his breakfast was so late cuz I couldn't get down the stairs, and chased off the other cats from my bed.
Maybe I should go lie on the load of straw I haven't unloaded yet, outside? It's -5 though. Maybe I should wait on that thought until I can make it downstairs.
No real snow yet