![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
via https://ift.tt/2snCAK4
Getting Dramatic up here (at Anderson’s Custard)
(Your picture was not posted)
Getting Dramatic up here (at Anderson’s Custard)
(Your picture was not posted)
Jun. 1st, 2018
via https://ift.tt/2LPCrHo
buttons-beads-lace replied to your post “Oh I guess I did get in on the 4th wave of Pillowfort betas after all!…”
darn it, I was going to try getting an account there but apparently they’re closed to new members right now. or uh, the ‘want to register?’ link goes to an error page, anyway.
Shoot. Well, they open it in waves. I remember noticing an earlier one and missing it. I don’t know how frequent they are. I signed up… kind of a while ago now!! A couple of weeks, anyway.
And then they seem to have been distributing the signup waves in a kind of distributed fashion, too; I’d been seeing other people linking to their new profiles for a couple of days and thought my initial acceptance email must have been in error.
It does seem neat, though. I bet they’ll have another wave pretty soon, if this one goes well.
(Your picture was not posted)
buttons-beads-lace replied to your post “Oh I guess I did get in on the 4th wave of Pillowfort betas after all!…”
darn it, I was going to try getting an account there but apparently they’re closed to new members right now. or uh, the ‘want to register?’ link goes to an error page, anyway.
Shoot. Well, they open it in waves. I remember noticing an earlier one and missing it. I don’t know how frequent they are. I signed up… kind of a while ago now!! A couple of weeks, anyway.
And then they seem to have been distributing the signup waves in a kind of distributed fashion, too; I’d been seeing other people linking to their new profiles for a couple of days and thought my initial acceptance email must have been in error.
It does seem neat, though. I bet they’ll have another wave pretty soon, if this one goes well.
(Your picture was not posted)
via https://ift.tt/2JnCJXE
lookninjas:
150.
And after all this time
another fucking poem
about writer’s block.
We slog through anyway.
I do, anyway.
I don’t know about you
but I do.
Only way is through.
(Your picture was not posted)
lookninjas:
150.
And after all this time
another fucking poem
about writer’s block.
We slog through anyway.
I do, anyway.
I don’t know about you
but I do.
Only way is through.
(Your picture was not posted)
via https://ift.tt/2LOYNZI
Yesterday my brother in law pointed out one of Farmbaby’s current verbal tics. When she thinks maybe someone’s fibbing, she asks, “For real?” and then follows it up with, “In person?” as though that’s the logical next question.
(As I was writing this she did it again.)
Just now she hollered down the stairs to her father, “COME AND VOTE ON THE RENO SWEATSHIRT.”
Her father was busy playing on his guitar, as it’s a Sunday afternoon and he rarely has any leisure to do it. I was enjoying it; he’s not immensely skillful but he’s knowledgeable and makes pleasant noises, unlike the few attempts I’ve made at interacting with a guitar. So I threw myself on the grenade, and hollered back up the stairs, “WHAT’S A RENAL SWEATSHIRT?”
She was talking to herself, and I couldn’t make it out, so I went upstairs and discovered that on my bed she had built a tower, beginning with an upside-down cardboard box, and then a milk crate, and then a large cushion, and then several other cushions, and several books. It touched the sloping ceiling, and she gestured, and said, “It’s a castle with a Reno trap in it!”
“Uh,” I said. Reno is one of the cats, and i know he’d been sleeping on my bed. Heart sinking, I said, “Is Reno under there?”
“It’s the Reno Sweatshirt,” she said proudly.
I carefully pushed up one corner of the upside-down cardboard box, and was greeted with the somewhat urgent protrusion of a small white and gray muzzle. “Uh,” I said, “he really doesn’t want to be in here.”
“But it’s a trap for him,” she said. “I want him to be in here!”
We had a little chat about, like, consent and boundaries, which would be a damn sight easier if Reno would just fucking scratch her like the other cats, and released him collaboratively. He was smart enough to run away, at least, and doesn’t seem too traumatized, but.
I don’t know why she thinks a sweatshirt is a kind of a tower, but she does.
(Your picture was not posted)
Yesterday my brother in law pointed out one of Farmbaby’s current verbal tics. When she thinks maybe someone’s fibbing, she asks, “For real?” and then follows it up with, “In person?” as though that’s the logical next question.
(As I was writing this she did it again.)
Just now she hollered down the stairs to her father, “COME AND VOTE ON THE RENO SWEATSHIRT.”
Her father was busy playing on his guitar, as it’s a Sunday afternoon and he rarely has any leisure to do it. I was enjoying it; he’s not immensely skillful but he’s knowledgeable and makes pleasant noises, unlike the few attempts I’ve made at interacting with a guitar. So I threw myself on the grenade, and hollered back up the stairs, “WHAT’S A RENAL SWEATSHIRT?”
She was talking to herself, and I couldn’t make it out, so I went upstairs and discovered that on my bed she had built a tower, beginning with an upside-down cardboard box, and then a milk crate, and then a large cushion, and then several other cushions, and several books. It touched the sloping ceiling, and she gestured, and said, “It’s a castle with a Reno trap in it!”
“Uh,” I said. Reno is one of the cats, and i know he’d been sleeping on my bed. Heart sinking, I said, “Is Reno under there?”
“It’s the Reno Sweatshirt,” she said proudly.
I carefully pushed up one corner of the upside-down cardboard box, and was greeted with the somewhat urgent protrusion of a small white and gray muzzle. “Uh,” I said, “he really doesn’t want to be in here.”
“But it’s a trap for him,” she said. “I want him to be in here!”
We had a little chat about, like, consent and boundaries, which would be a damn sight easier if Reno would just fucking scratch her like the other cats, and released him collaboratively. He was smart enough to run away, at least, and doesn’t seem too traumatized, but.
I don’t know why she thinks a sweatshirt is a kind of a tower, but she does.
(Your picture was not posted)
via https://ift.tt/2xyFh09
Sigh. I forgot my cellphone at home. I know it’s on the couch. I know I meant to pick it up. I just didn’t.
Mostly, nobody texts me, and it’s no big deal, but just watch today be a day some emergency happens and nobody can figure out why I don’t care. *eyeroll*
Today being June 1 it is also the day we are allowed access to the possible new space my camera store job might be relocating to. See, there are two locations for the store locally, one right near my house and one half an hour away, and when I first went to apply, I got my application all ready and was about to go drop it off at the one near my house when I realized that the job posting actually was for the one half an hour away. Figuring I could always transfer later, I hauled my butt allllll the way out to the middle of nowhere.
That was 2007, and i never did transfer. I have worked a few shifts at the one near my house, but– the online department is run out of the one far away, and i wriggled my way into the online department because they got to sit down sometimes, and i wanted to try that.
Since then I’ve wriggled my way in there exclusively and don’t do shifts on the sales floor anymore, which is the reason I’m still here– the sales floor, it really matters when you’re there, right? but online, really we only need a person and a half, and it literally doesn’t matter when the “half” is present, so that’s the deal I’ve got.
Anyway, the online department could move to the store near my house, because the landlord just offered them the shitty space upstairs for real cheap because they can’t keep a tenant up there. And since it’s so cheap, they figure they could put their classes and studio equipment up there. It’s inaccessible, though– it’s up a flight of stairs, and there’s no elevator, and I asked if that was legal under the ADA, but nobody knows and we don’t know how to find out. “If someone who can’t climb stairs wants to take a class they can just let us know,” said the manager of the store-by-my-house, and I was like “that’s not how accessibility works” but then I considered it some more and was like “well actually in the real world that winds up being how accessibility works” and I just sort of gave up.
So it’s up a flight of stairs and the manager of the store by my house is the only one who’s seen it and he’s like “yeah it’s great you guys will love it there” and me and the other guy in the online department are like… this is the guy that thinks “just call us” means “disabled-accessible” so… I mean, he’s not an idiot, but he’s also got… different… values, maybe. (He’s been good buds with my department-mate for like two or three decades and is the reason he has the job, so it’s not like we don’t like him, and don’t trust him, we just think, uh, maybe he doesn’t value the same things we do. He was like “there’s a kitchen sorta room, you’ll want to set up in there” and my dept-mate is like “uh maybe we’d want… an office? to do office things?” and he’s also like ‘we’ll just run an extension cord up the stairs for the internet it’ll be great’ and we’re like “maybe… since that’s our entire business… we could get our own connection???”)
Anyway. It would be really great if we could just move into this space because not only is it 2 miles from my house instead of 12, they’re also closing most of the street I take the entire 12 miles to work for the months of June, July, August, September, and October, so my commute either becomes sit-in-traffic-til-i-die or drive-six-more-miles-out-of-my-way and either way goes from half an hour to More.
Ugh.
Anyhow. I dunno whether we’ll go over to look at that at any point today. It’d be keen if we did but it’d also be a big waste of time. Maybe we can arrange to go over at the end of the day, or something. I wouldn’t mind that, then I’d be basically home!
Can you imagine– I could bike to work? IDK, I haven’t been on a bicycle in years, but I could probably work it out. That’d be… something.
(Song-Kul in Kyrgyzstan, which I plan to visit in September, is at 10,000 feet elevation, and if I’m not more active by then I might just keel spontaneously over.)
But if the space really sucks, I don’t want to have gotten my hopes up.
(Your picture was not posted)
Sigh. I forgot my cellphone at home. I know it’s on the couch. I know I meant to pick it up. I just didn’t.
Mostly, nobody texts me, and it’s no big deal, but just watch today be a day some emergency happens and nobody can figure out why I don’t care. *eyeroll*
Today being June 1 it is also the day we are allowed access to the possible new space my camera store job might be relocating to. See, there are two locations for the store locally, one right near my house and one half an hour away, and when I first went to apply, I got my application all ready and was about to go drop it off at the one near my house when I realized that the job posting actually was for the one half an hour away. Figuring I could always transfer later, I hauled my butt allllll the way out to the middle of nowhere.
That was 2007, and i never did transfer. I have worked a few shifts at the one near my house, but– the online department is run out of the one far away, and i wriggled my way into the online department because they got to sit down sometimes, and i wanted to try that.
Since then I’ve wriggled my way in there exclusively and don’t do shifts on the sales floor anymore, which is the reason I’m still here– the sales floor, it really matters when you’re there, right? but online, really we only need a person and a half, and it literally doesn’t matter when the “half” is present, so that’s the deal I’ve got.
Anyway, the online department could move to the store near my house, because the landlord just offered them the shitty space upstairs for real cheap because they can’t keep a tenant up there. And since it’s so cheap, they figure they could put their classes and studio equipment up there. It’s inaccessible, though– it’s up a flight of stairs, and there’s no elevator, and I asked if that was legal under the ADA, but nobody knows and we don’t know how to find out. “If someone who can’t climb stairs wants to take a class they can just let us know,” said the manager of the store-by-my-house, and I was like “that’s not how accessibility works” but then I considered it some more and was like “well actually in the real world that winds up being how accessibility works” and I just sort of gave up.
So it’s up a flight of stairs and the manager of the store by my house is the only one who’s seen it and he’s like “yeah it’s great you guys will love it there” and me and the other guy in the online department are like… this is the guy that thinks “just call us” means “disabled-accessible” so… I mean, he’s not an idiot, but he’s also got… different… values, maybe. (He’s been good buds with my department-mate for like two or three decades and is the reason he has the job, so it’s not like we don’t like him, and don’t trust him, we just think, uh, maybe he doesn’t value the same things we do. He was like “there’s a kitchen sorta room, you’ll want to set up in there” and my dept-mate is like “uh maybe we’d want… an office? to do office things?” and he’s also like ‘we’ll just run an extension cord up the stairs for the internet it’ll be great’ and we’re like “maybe… since that’s our entire business… we could get our own connection???”)
Anyway. It would be really great if we could just move into this space because not only is it 2 miles from my house instead of 12, they’re also closing most of the street I take the entire 12 miles to work for the months of June, July, August, September, and October, so my commute either becomes sit-in-traffic-til-i-die or drive-six-more-miles-out-of-my-way and either way goes from half an hour to More.
Ugh.
Anyhow. I dunno whether we’ll go over to look at that at any point today. It’d be keen if we did but it’d also be a big waste of time. Maybe we can arrange to go over at the end of the day, or something. I wouldn’t mind that, then I’d be basically home!
Can you imagine– I could bike to work? IDK, I haven’t been on a bicycle in years, but I could probably work it out. That’d be… something.
(Song-Kul in Kyrgyzstan, which I plan to visit in September, is at 10,000 feet elevation, and if I’m not more active by then I might just keel spontaneously over.)
But if the space really sucks, I don’t want to have gotten my hopes up.
(Your picture was not posted)
via https://ift.tt/2J814NI
Over on Pillowfort I realized I don’t know where any of my avatar raw images are. This one on Tumblr was only ever supposed to be temporary anyway, I don’t think anyone really notices it? It’s sort of invisible to me.
Anyway I decided to use this image of my great-grandmother sitting on a woodpile with a pet goose. And I can’t upload the entire thing on pillowfort, as they don’t seem to actually support image uploads. So, here it is, since I know where the file is.
(Your picture was not posted)
Over on Pillowfort I realized I don’t know where any of my avatar raw images are. This one on Tumblr was only ever supposed to be temporary anyway, I don’t think anyone really notices it? It’s sort of invisible to me.
Anyway I decided to use this image of my great-grandmother sitting on a woodpile with a pet goose. And I can’t upload the entire thing on pillowfort, as they don’t seem to actually support image uploads. So, here it is, since I know where the file is.
(Your picture was not posted)
via https://ift.tt/2J55FAg
torrilin:
bomberqueen17:
Sigh. I forgot my cellphone at home. I know it’s on the couch. I know I meant to pick it up. I just didn’t.
Mostly, nobody texts me, and it’s no big deal, but just watch today be a day some emergency happens and nobody can figure out why I don’t care. *eyeroll*
Today being June 1 it is also the day we are allowed access to the possible new space my camera store job might be relocating to. See, there are two locations for the store locally, one right near my house and one half an hour away, and when I first went to apply, I got my application all ready and was about to go drop it off at the one near my house when I realized that the job posting actually was for the one half an hour away. Figuring I could always transfer later, I hauled my butt allllll the way out to the middle of nowhere.
That was 2007, and i never did transfer. I have worked a few shifts at the one near my house, but– the online department is run out of the one far away, and i wriggled my way into the online department because they got to sit down sometimes, and i wanted to try that.
Keep reading
A lot of disability access depends on your local disabled community having access to an activist lawyer who can run the civil lawsuits to force businesses to obey ADA regs. For reals. These sorts of suits have to be done on a pro bono basis for the lawyer, so that’s always fun. The lawyer has to make enough money off other cases to afford the pro bono time for the disability cases.
So if there’s any way you can push for a more accessible space, it makes a difference. More ramps, doors that aren’t made of hate, bathrooms where you don’t have to fall off the toilet to reach the toilet paper…
And honestly if your area has an activist lawyer, the list of targets is so damn long that your job isn’t gonna hit the top without good reason. Lots of reasons. And the bathrooms are probably the most important reason. Basic safety equipment like hand rails are up there too.
(Now if I could just figure out what the EU equivalent of the ADA is…)
Well, I’m not going to sue my employer for not having an accessible space… but. I don’t want us to put merchandise or host events in the inaccessible area. It matters, and it’s not right that people should have to complain before it matters. (And isn’t it the case now that even if someone sues, the business now has this unreal length of time to respond? I thought they just fucked that law over somewhere, but I don’t know it for sure.)
Anyway. So I’m going to try to make sure we only put stuff up there that mostly employees are going to want to access. I don’t know what else I can really do, but I figure if I keep mentioning it, that’s better than just nobody thinking about it.
I might push them to consider accessibility for classes. Even something like noting on the sign advertising classes that we can accommodate accessibility requirements and to ask us in advance is better than just a sign saying ‘classes upstairs’, right??
(Your picture was not posted)
torrilin:
bomberqueen17:
Sigh. I forgot my cellphone at home. I know it’s on the couch. I know I meant to pick it up. I just didn’t.
Mostly, nobody texts me, and it’s no big deal, but just watch today be a day some emergency happens and nobody can figure out why I don’t care. *eyeroll*
Today being June 1 it is also the day we are allowed access to the possible new space my camera store job might be relocating to. See, there are two locations for the store locally, one right near my house and one half an hour away, and when I first went to apply, I got my application all ready and was about to go drop it off at the one near my house when I realized that the job posting actually was for the one half an hour away. Figuring I could always transfer later, I hauled my butt allllll the way out to the middle of nowhere.
That was 2007, and i never did transfer. I have worked a few shifts at the one near my house, but– the online department is run out of the one far away, and i wriggled my way into the online department because they got to sit down sometimes, and i wanted to try that.
Keep reading
A lot of disability access depends on your local disabled community having access to an activist lawyer who can run the civil lawsuits to force businesses to obey ADA regs. For reals. These sorts of suits have to be done on a pro bono basis for the lawyer, so that’s always fun. The lawyer has to make enough money off other cases to afford the pro bono time for the disability cases.
So if there’s any way you can push for a more accessible space, it makes a difference. More ramps, doors that aren’t made of hate, bathrooms where you don’t have to fall off the toilet to reach the toilet paper…
And honestly if your area has an activist lawyer, the list of targets is so damn long that your job isn’t gonna hit the top without good reason. Lots of reasons. And the bathrooms are probably the most important reason. Basic safety equipment like hand rails are up there too.
(Now if I could just figure out what the EU equivalent of the ADA is…)
Well, I’m not going to sue my employer for not having an accessible space… but. I don’t want us to put merchandise or host events in the inaccessible area. It matters, and it’s not right that people should have to complain before it matters. (And isn’t it the case now that even if someone sues, the business now has this unreal length of time to respond? I thought they just fucked that law over somewhere, but I don’t know it for sure.)
Anyway. So I’m going to try to make sure we only put stuff up there that mostly employees are going to want to access. I don’t know what else I can really do, but I figure if I keep mentioning it, that’s better than just nobody thinking about it.
I might push them to consider accessibility for classes. Even something like noting on the sign advertising classes that we can accommodate accessibility requirements and to ask us in advance is better than just a sign saying ‘classes upstairs’, right??
(Your picture was not posted)
via https://ift.tt/2J5K5eY
So I went and rummaged and it turns out in January I wrote an entire new installment in the Found Cat ‘verse that I never posted because I wasn’t sure when to end it.
So I just did the minimal polishing it needed and posted it.
It’s a prequel; this is how Kes and Shara met, in the Found Cat ‘verse.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14820525
“How did you know that Papa was the person you were going to marry?” Poe asked, climbing up into Shara’s lap. She gathered him in, kissed him on top of his head, and looked thoughtful.
“Don’t make the joke,” Kes said, pointing at her with the spoon he’d been using. Shara smiled at him. “Shara!”
“Poe,” Shara said sweetly, “it’s because when I first met him, I could see what was truly inside of him.”
“Shara,” Kes groaned. “He’s too young for that joke.”
(Your picture was not posted)
So I went and rummaged and it turns out in January I wrote an entire new installment in the Found Cat ‘verse that I never posted because I wasn’t sure when to end it.
So I just did the minimal polishing it needed and posted it.
It’s a prequel; this is how Kes and Shara met, in the Found Cat ‘verse.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14820525
“How did you know that Papa was the person you were going to marry?” Poe asked, climbing up into Shara’s lap. She gathered him in, kissed him on top of his head, and looked thoughtful.
“Don’t make the joke,” Kes said, pointing at her with the spoon he’d been using. Shara smiled at him. “Shara!”
“Poe,” Shara said sweetly, “it’s because when I first met him, I could see what was truly inside of him.”
“Shara,” Kes groaned. “He’s too young for that joke.”
(Your picture was not posted)
via https://ift.tt/2LRLffF
more child shenanigans, these courtesy of my BFF’s 3-year-old daughter.
So we were in Montreal, and we couldn’t get a suite or whatever, so we were in separate hotel rooms. One can’t leave children that small alone in hotel rooms, so we had to all hang out in one room until the kids just got too tired.
It was getting late, for toddlers, and the girl was looking pretty sleepy-eyed. To entice her to perhaps lie down, her father went and got into one of the beds. (We’re close enough friends that this is not particularly odd; he has a terrible case of FOMO as an adult and often won’t leave parties, but just falls asleep on the couch during a party, so this is the sort of thing he’d actually do even without the kids to worry about.)
“Dad could use some snuggles,” BFF, the kid’s mom, said to the girl, hoping to encourage her. 3YO looked at her father, contemplated the bed, and then went over to him, and climbed in with him.
“Aww,” we all said, and she snuggled in next to him, and spent a while getting comfortable, arranging various toys and such. She likes to snuggle with various of her stuffed animals and dolls and such when she sleeps, which always lasts like five minutes until she rolls over and knocks them all out, but that’s just how that sort of thing works.
After a moment, she got up and went and retrieved another doll, and got back into the bed. There was more snuggling about, and finding a comfortable position, and then after another few moments of this, she wriggled out of the bed.
She’d brought him the dolls to snuggle with so he wouldn’t be lonely, and she intended on rejoining the party.
“I’m not tired,” she explained, as we all regarded her in some dumbfoundedness. Duh, she did not say, but clearly thought.
more child shenanigans, these courtesy of my BFF’s 3-year-old daughter.
So we were in Montreal, and we couldn’t get a suite or whatever, so we were in separate hotel rooms. One can’t leave children that small alone in hotel rooms, so we had to all hang out in one room until the kids just got too tired.
It was getting late, for toddlers, and the girl was looking pretty sleepy-eyed. To entice her to perhaps lie down, her father went and got into one of the beds. (We’re close enough friends that this is not particularly odd; he has a terrible case of FOMO as an adult and often won’t leave parties, but just falls asleep on the couch during a party, so this is the sort of thing he’d actually do even without the kids to worry about.)
“Dad could use some snuggles,” BFF, the kid’s mom, said to the girl, hoping to encourage her. 3YO looked at her father, contemplated the bed, and then went over to him, and climbed in with him.
“Aww,” we all said, and she snuggled in next to him, and spent a while getting comfortable, arranging various toys and such. She likes to snuggle with various of her stuffed animals and dolls and such when she sleeps, which always lasts like five minutes until she rolls over and knocks them all out, but that’s just how that sort of thing works.
After a moment, she got up and went and retrieved another doll, and got back into the bed. There was more snuggling about, and finding a comfortable position, and then after another few moments of this, she wriggled out of the bed.
She’d brought him the dolls to snuggle with so he wouldn’t be lonely, and she intended on rejoining the party.
“I’m not tired,” she explained, as we all regarded her in some dumbfoundedness. Duh, she did not say, but clearly thought.