Nov. 10th, 2016

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Thank you for this. And thank you to the rash of random commenters and kudos-ers I’ve had lately on all of my fics– I don’t know what prompted it, but I vaguely recall seeing a post about leaving comments on fics in November, and I can only think that must be it; quite a few comments are from self-professed rereaders. It is a truly uplifting phenomenon and it’s helping me a lot to have something to come back to.

It’s also making me feel terrible about the WIPs I haven’t yet finished but I’d rather feel terrible about those than the many other things I am feeling terrible about or just not feeling things at all. 
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I’m logged in as someone else because I’m now on my work phone, this is Maelipstick, please please take care.

<3

I am safe, and am with people I can take care of and who will take care of me. I am still frantically casting about to try to figure out what to do next. All is not lost.

I am gutted to realize what an enormous proportion of my adult life has been spent feeling this way. In the middle of the night I sent a Facebook message to a friend who I remember lying on my living room floor in 2004 as election results came in. 

I may get kind of politically radical. I’ve definitely lost faith in the Democratic party. I don’t know what flavor of radical I’m going to become. I’m done being moderate, they always fuck us. 

Burn the fuckers down.
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I was visiting my BFF’s house yesterday night and today, and so I was in her guest room when I woke up at 2am and since I was using my phone as a flashlight, looked at the election results.

I’m going to talk about things other than the election, though.

Their children (I am actually friends with both members of the couple, and introduced them; she’s been my pal since high school, and he was a close friend in college, and I thought they’d get along and I was right) are old enough now to remember me from visit to visit– well, they really always have been, I come through often enough. The littler one turned 2 in August, so she can speak intelligibly now– it takes me a few tries to understand her, but I can, and that’s quite pleasant. She is enchanted by me, usually because her brother is so emotionally fragile and demands so much of their mother’s attention, and I usually notice and pay attention to her instead. Sometimes I do the opposite, when she’s decided to assert her claim to her mother and I sit with the boy instead. 

Anyway, both of them were adorable and delighted by me, and it’s just really nice to get that kind of attention, even if it’s kind of tiring sometimes. Of late, Farm Baby has been less enchanted by me, and more into Middle-Little [Aunt], who she sees perhaps less often but more regularly, if that makes sense? I haven’t been getting the Big Greeting and have instead been getting a bit of the cold shoulder, and I know one shouldn’t take that sort of thing super personally but it doesn’t help when one feels fragile.

So it was nice to have babies love me. 

And my BFF, on the election results, pointed out that as a wealthy white stay-at-home mother, she was unlikely to be in any real danger from any upcoming political bullshit. But she does have a daughter, and she really would like her to have a choice, as she herself did, in whether to have a career or be a babymachine; her own choice to have children was a very long-deliberated one, and involved a lot of complications. That choice was extremely important. It upset her deeply to consider her daughter not having it. 

(”Does mine count as an abortion if the fetus was dead?” she asked me, and I said, “isn’t that a spontaneous abortion?” and she said “oh no, only if your body rejects it, mine didn’t and without intervention I probably would have gone sceptic and died.” We stared glumly at one another. “That’s what they want to ban,” I pointed out, and she put her head down on the table and moaned a little. “My daughter wouldn’t exist,” she said. “Fuck, I’d be dead.”) 
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I had a non-viable pregnancy where there literally was no longer a fetus any more, but I was still pregnant (see blighted ovum or missed miscarriage) and wouldn’t spontaneously miscarry, and I ended up having to have back to back D&Cs to avoid infection at the least, loss of my fertility or y'know, death at the worst. I have my beautiful rainbow baby now because those options were available to me, and my fertility/life wasn’t damaged by forcing it to happen ‘naturally’.

Pregnancy is dangerous and complicated. I have a deeply-held belief that the body of a person who can become pregnant is extremely sacred, and any apparatus that prevents that person exercising full control over that ability is anathema. 

The same doesn’t go for people whose bodies can make other bodies pregnant. There’s nothing particularly sacred about that, to me; it’s already too protected by societal belief and our legal system. There’s no danger in impregnating someone. But there is inescapable, potentially-lethal danger in becoming pregnant, and even more in remaining pregnant, and still more in carrying a pregnancy to term. Even with all of the medical science and technology at our disposal, it isn’t a safe practice. 

To deny anyone any fraction of the medical science and technology at our disposal because of a notion of controlling that person’s body without their consent is absolutely unconscionable.

The only reason it’s as acceptable as it is, is because our society is built upon the casual belief that women aren’t really people. 

4ft 8.5"

Nov. 10th, 2016 01:02 pm
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Why 4 FEET 8.5 Inches is Very Important

Fascinating Stuff …

Railroad Tracks
The U.S. Standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches.

That’s an exceedingly odd number.

Why was that gauge used?

Because that’s the way they built them in England, and English expatriates designed the U.S. Railroads.

Why did the English build them like that?

Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the pre-railroad tramways, and that’s the gauge they used.

Why did ‘they’ use that gauge then?

Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they had used for building wagons, which used that wheel spacing.

Why did the wagons have that particular Odd wheel spacing?

Well, if they tried to use any other spacing, the wagon wheels would break on some of the old, long distance roads in England, because that’s the spacing of the wheel ruts.

So, who built those old rutted roads?

Imperial Rome built the first long distance roads in Europe (including England) for their legions. Those roads have been used ever since.

And the ruts in the roads?
Roman war chariots formed the initial ruts, which everyone else had to match for fear
of destroying their wagon wheels.

Since the chariots were made for Imperial Rome, they were all alike in the matter of wheel spacing.

Therefore, the United States standard railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches is derived from the original specifications for an Imperial Roman war chariot.

In other words, bureaucracies live forever.

So the next time you are handed a specification, procedure, or process, and wonder, ‘What horse’s ass came up with this?’,
you may be exactly right.

Imperial Roman army chariots were made just wide enough to accommodate the rear ends of two war horses.

Now, the twist to the story:

When you see a Space Shuttle sitting on its launch pad, you will notice that there are two big booster rockets attached to the sides of the main fuel tank. These are solid rocket boosters, or SRBs.

The SRBs are made by Thiokol at their factory in Utah.

The engineers who designed the SRBs would have preferred to make them a bit larger,
but the SRBs had to be shipped by train from the factory to the launch site.

The railroad line from the factory happens to run through a tunnel in the mountains
and the SRBs had to fit through that tunnel.

The tunnel is slightly wider than the railroad track, and the railroad track, as you now know,
is about as wide as two horses’ behinds.

So, a major Space Shuttle design feature
of what is arguably the world’s most advanced transportation system was determined over two thousand years ago by the width of a horse’s ass.

And you thought being a horse’s ass wasn’t important!

Now you know, Horses’ Asses control almost everything.

Explains a whole lot of stuff, doesn’t it?

This is the single most mind blowing fact I’ve read on tumblr, every day is a school day-thank you.

Nice history lesson!

My daughter and I were just discussing this very subject.
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I’ve known for days that my period was imminent and yet failed to prepare for it, as usual. So yet again here I am riding the paper towel pony. Sorry not sorry for how gross that is, it’s just my personal brand of realness, and my cramps are too painful for me to think about anything else.
Last month I had no pain at all and for the entire time it was going on I was in an ongoing state of confused disbelief. I suppose it was too much to hope that’d continue.

The store’s internet was out this morning so in between resetting modems I reread Found Cat on my phone. I have a few scraps of stories left but I don’t know if I’ll get to telling it. I never did get around to explaining a lot of the crazy back story. Maybe I should try my hand at taking prompts or answering questions about it or something, but I don’t know if anyone would really ask. And I’m super short on the requisite free time to do it. Still, though…
I had a great sex scene all choreographed out for it too. Maybe I’ll make myself find the time…
I’m going to finish Home Out In the wind, though, I really really really am. I’m set on that.

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh whyyyyy does my uterus suck ughhhhh. *pouts*
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I as a white woman have so little at stake when compared to others…but I’ve built a career in the Department of Defense, and I honestly don’t know how (or if) I’m going to keep doing my job if (WHEN, fuck) it serves his agenda.

Yeah. I mean. My b-i-l in the Army has been on the verge of losing his job for the entire second Obama administration due to funding cuts etcetera, and so if Drumpf is really going to increase funding to the military, then I guess he’s more likely to get a job. But the downside of that is, of course, if that job comes along with a deployment. He almost got deployed recently and it was terrifying. 

Lt. Col. Sister has the benefit of, I believe, being in a nondeployable unit (her battalion is a weird one made up entirely of instructors, basically; it’s the knowledge repository of a bunch of departments), but all of that is always subject to change and it’s terrifying to contemplate.

Which makes me think about the stages of my grief and terror after W’s first win, when I knew that if his saber-rattling materialized into anything, it would be my sister’s life at stake. And it was; she was yanked out of her European posting and spent two nonconsecutive years in Iraq getting sandblasted and sunburnt, and lost a lot of friends and learned a lot of things I really wish she hadn’t had to. 

And they never, never, never consider the human cost, these stupid men with their stupid agendas, they never do, they don’t have to, the way our system is set up it never has to even occur to them. Drumpf’s complete disdain for the military is well-documented; what does he care if him playing at leadership gets people killed? He thinks they’re all suckers for signing up in the first place. And the hawkish profiteers will follow him in carrion-crow-like delight, and off we go on another nightmare. Ugh.

abigailrcjacob said: I know. I think it’s time for radicalism. I don’t even really know how to cope ATM. (Hubby is a POC and we have a mixed race daughter.

Ohhhh man. Strength. Solidarity to you. Some forms of radicalism are inaccessible, you know, if you have anything to lose, or not enough privilege to survive even the first setback. But I was thinking about it on the way home, and the Republicans are going to fall the fuck apart, and I am going to be there to stomp and stomp on those cracks. They’ve made a devil’s bargain to cobble together their wildly divergent constituency bases (you cannot tell me the evangelicals Reagan sold the GOP’s soul to are truly happy about having an avowedly utterly amoral nominal leader of the party), and they’re going to fucking suffer, and if their own momentum doesn’t do it to them, I sure as fuck will. I’ve seen enough of this that I’m done being patient and waiting my turn. 8 years of Obama wasn’t enough time to undo the 8 years of Bush I suffered through, and it was handled with exceptionally bad grace by the conservatives, so I’m turning that bad grace back on them with a turbo-jet afterburner augmentation on it. 

And if you disenfranchise me and take away what stake I had in the system, destroy my faith that there’ll ever be any justice or redress, well. Then what reason do I have to continue to support the system? 
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