dragonlady7 | Jul. 28th, 2020

Jul. 28th, 2020

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Firefox imported all my stuff but not my extensions I don’t have xkit that’s why this site suddenly is so awful

Amusingly enough, the ads don’t load either, so I keep scrolling past blank posts of unloaded images interspersed with A LOT of blank white frames where ads aren’t loaded either, and I was like man this looks fuckin weird, and i never realized, it’s because without xkit I’m seeing the ad frames for the first time.

IDK which version of xkit is the best one but I’m going to go find out.

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Well, I went back to Firefox. I’d been a big mozilla/firefox user back on Windows but I got a Mac starting in like, ‘04, and we didn’t know any better back then and Safari seemed fine and Chrome harmless because Google’s motto used to be “Don’t be evil” and anyway. Been on Chrome for like a decade now and it crashes every time I leave my computer plugged in more than three hours, and so when I woke up this morning to it crashed again I was like, fuckit. I’ll switch back to Firefox.

But of course, that means I lose whatever tabs I’ve got open. So there were a bunch of AO3 comments open I was going to reply to, and some DW entries with comments I was gonna reply to from like, months ago probably, and I also had a pile of tabs about research for various novels I haven’t worked on in uhhhhh longer than I care to admit, and anyway.

Firefox seems fine but so far it has totally failed to let me use a verification code to log in– it said “invalid parameter: state” when I entered it, and then the only option was to send the same exact code again to me. So I closed the window, and went to the login window and it let me log in just fine without any kind of code, so uhhh I guess that’s a whole sham. Then immediately it was like “let us text a link to Firefox to your phone!” so I was like ok sure and typed in my phone number, and it was like “ta-da, we sent it!” No, you did not. I re-checked the number, and it was correct, so I hit the “resend” button and the exact same absolutely nothing happened, so. I’ve given up on that. It’s dumb anyway, you could just go to the app store and download it, having the direct link isn’t even useful, and I’d say that was just them getting your phone number to sell except it’s sort of their whole gig that they don’t so now IDK what that’s for.

I installed Facebook Container while I was setting shit up, because I do not have the discipline to log out myself. I just don’t use Facebook on any device but this one– it’s never been logged in on my phone. It’s not that I think Facebook is going to like, have me murdered or whatever. It’s just that my data is worth money and I don’t want them to have it, since they’re not going to compensate me. Like, fuck ‘em and fuck their advertisers. I realize it’s futile to resist since i use Instagram so much and Facebook owns them, they’re still getting their money’s worth and more out of my data, but at least FB itself won’t have me. Whatever.

Anyhow. Tumblr doesn’t work in either browser; my workaround for getting to the old dash from the activity page stopped functioning yesterday. It makes my computer run like a jet engine, to use the new dash, and no images load, so I’m probably going to unfollow a lot of you who post huge image-heavy posts that don’t load and also freeze up so I can’t scroll past. No hard feelings, but some of y’all I only have one fandom in common with and I can’t just blacklist every other fandom you like… especially since y’all don’t often tag the gifsets with what fandom they’re from, so it’s not like i even know. Anyway, what used to just be a normal part of Tumblr is now like, an unsurvivable obstacle to using the site, so. Bummer.

(cut text= in which I am just cranky about shit)

(Yes, my Blacklist is fucking huge– I blocked the phrase “Doctor Who” within five seconds of joining this site, believe me, and I have never once looked back, and fucking Buffy was number two, no thank you, and I still see SO MUCH content from both because y’all don’t tag shit, and Blacklist never slowed my dash down before but apparently it does now. So either the site is unusably clogged with content I am so sick of I can’t bear to look at, OR the site is unusably slow… I don’t really see a choice there, I’d rather never log in again than see that much fucking Doctor Who shit, I get that y’all love it but please keep that shit far away from me. Here’s my filthy, cranky secret: I fucking hate basically every fandom. I watch maybe a show a year, I couldn’t even get through the Untamed because I’d already watched the Witcher, see? I can’t watch that much TV. Can’t do it. I’m stuck on episode 30 and read all the spoilers and I’ll maybe watch the last 20 episodes in the winter or something. I just can’t do it. And yeah, y’all, I am on the verge of blocking Leverage, because I haven’t gotten to it yet and I have seen so many fucking posts about it I’m sick of it before I ever got to. Let me know if the reboot/sequel is any good no don’t do that, I’ll surely see eight hundred thousand posts about it on my own, and once that’s all out I’ll decide if I have room to watch it. Oh my God I don’t like watching things. No, not that thing either. I don’t care how much you like it, it isn’t about that, it’s about how I don’t watch TV and about the inside of my own brain, and nobody’s going to be able to talk me out of that, once in a while I can get it to cooperate and then I’ll watch a thing, but it’s fleeting and that’s all I got. It averages out to two miniseries or three movies per year, about, though there are years when I’ve not managed even that much.) (I’m going to watch a cheesy 80s movie on Saturday night for social reasons and I hope that doesn’t count because I was hoping to get to watch The Old Guard at some point and I’d hate to find I was tapped out before I got to see it, because I’m gonna get fucking sick of it if I can’t get it to Thing I Care About status in my head pretty soon.)

Oh holy shit, Firefox, we are just gonna go uncheck the “check spelling as you type” option because you can’t fucking spell, holy shit. “Unsurvivable” is a word, I just looked it up, as is “unusably”, those are words, leave me the fuck alone. Fuck, so is gifset. Christ.

So, yeah, I’m feeling traumatized because my eighty or 100 or whatever tabs are all gone, but I wasn’t using them and I wasn’t seeing them anymore anyway so it’s best to have a clean start, but I’m upset and that’s not how I function, so. Anyhow. Sorry to be grouchy, y’all can love what you love, but for the love of GOD will you please fucking tag your gifsets with the fandom, sometimes I see shit I’m even intrigued by but since there’s no tag there’s literally no way for me to ever find out what it was. But let’s be honest. I wasn’t intrigued. I don’t watch stuff.

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cumaeansibyl https://cumaeansibyl.tumblr.com/post/186108030806:

mother-entropy https://mother-entropy.tumblr.com/post/186101906223/teaboot-carbon-ate-please-listen-to-this-guy :

teaboot https://teaboot.tumblr.com/post/186100331965/carbon-ate-please-listen-to-this-guy-from :

carbon-ate https://carbon-ate.tumblr.com/post/186096529385/please-listen-to-this-guy-from-chicago-ague-with :

please listen to this guy from Chicago ague with this snake

I want to see this man film a full season of animal documentaries

“don’t you dare rattle that fuckin thing at me!” oh my god

“I just don’t think what you’re doing is a safe behavior”

cries in Midwest expat

I fucking love this guy, I follow him on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/crime_pays_but_botany_doesnt/– his posts are usually pretty academic (and his YouTube is usually longer stuff, I’m just not a big video watcher) but his Stories are often profanity-laden rants about idiots, him pissing on bushes, him yelling at his dog (who is trained to yell back at this point, it’s adorable and clearly a schtick they do), and him being politically agitated about things. He’s also done a ton of guerrilla landscaping in Oakland, where he lives– ripping out ill-advised city plantings of non-native trees that died in the heat, replacing them with native or at least climactically-appropriate trees– and he has really informative and also really funny commentary. Some of it I don’t even quite agree with, politically, but I still find it incredibly informative and worth listening to; he’s got great points and he very clearly has given it all a lot of thought and study. He’s 100% a self-trained botanist and knows so, so, so much.

Anyway I’m here also to link to the fact that somebody did a Witcher crossover https://archiveofourown.org/works/23177998 and it’s pretty funny. h/t to akilah12902 https://tmblr.co/mmG9gp3S698rFJImW-pcxgg for the link.

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HA HA HA I got Xkit installed and blocked all the ads and guess what

the images load now

not perfectly but a hell of a lot faster. the site’s borderline usable once the ads are blocked.

amazing. they weren’t loading either, before, so like. i mean. whatever.

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Misc assortment from this past week. How is summer going so fast? How am I so ferociously broke? How am I so tired all the time? When am I going to get an instant of resolution on any one thing? I am about to take up witchcraft to give me an illusion that there’s some kind of artistic merit in having no control over anything in my life. Listen the stress is getting to me, I want 0 constructive advice on this and facetious answers only. Also the photos have nothing to do with this caption and this app is so ill-designed I don’t remember what they were anyway. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDMEnPrhDIU/?igshid=p7sbnw5z880h

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I wasn’t really doing any witching. I keep meaning to get into witchcraft, and never did, but someday, maybe I will. We’ll see.

Anyway I was having a really gross-feeling day, all full of unhappy feelings and the certainty that I was a Human Waste Of Space &c &c, and it only belatedly occurred to me, as I groped for but could not find the correct word for “drinking glass”, that it’s likely a time of the month issue. (I get anomic aphasia and a lot of mood instability at a particular point in my cycle that I can’t possibly ever predict, possibly because of the aforementioned… 😐)

But I got off my ass and did the kitchen things I’d been meaning to do.

Firstly, I’d been given a bunch of chicken feet at the end of processing. The lady who usually takes the most of them isn’t coming because of pandemic fears. Her father-in-law is coming, and takes some, but his freezer’s full. So one of the other ladies was taking the rest, and I asked if I could take a couple, meaning to give them to my coworker for his dog. “Please,” she said, “take– as many as you can–” so I took a gallon Ziploc bag full. (We can’t sell them, because we remove them in an unsanitary setting– if we had room to do it in the clean room we could sell them but the way the line is set up, we Do Not, so they are a members-only kind of benefit, and one popular enough that I’ve never benefitted before.)

They immediately didn’t fit in my freezer, which needs cleaning out, so they went right into the fridge for me to deal with this week. For lunch I consolidated down some frozen bao and ate the ones that didn’t fit, which made some room in the freezer. Then I roasted the chicken feet and the onions in the basement pantry that were starting to get gross, to preheat the oven.

Bonus: There’s a spare oven in my basement, and at this point it works better than the oven in my kitchen, and also it does not reside in a room I’m paying to air-condition, but rather in the basement which I’m paying to dehumidify, and having an oven on tends to dehumidify. So… I fully recommend, if you can, having a spare oven in your basement for the summer, it is the fucking best. I had to pitch multiple hissyfits and inconvenience several people in order to get it but I mostly don’t regret it despite how terrible that was, because having it is so awesome. (Also, huge bonus if you like to do immersion-dyeing, as the laundry sink is right there. Awesome.)

Then I put together and baked a batch of the King Arthur Flour Cream Scones, for which I’d specifically purchased cream. (I could have used milk and butter, and would do that next time, as I perpetually have too much milk going off and wind up keeping jars of it in my freezer and it’s stupid.) They need to chill in the freezer for 15 minutes before baking, and my work had meant there was room for them. Hah!

That gave the feet time to be done, so I pulled them out. I’d had to divide them in half to fit them into roasting pans, and so I brought up one pan, and threw it into the pressure cooker with the bag of Stock Trash I keep in my freezer– the bones from everything we eat, plus the ends of onions, the tops of carrots or beets or whatever, the trimmings of vegetables of all kinds. Topped that off with water, set it to pressure cook 30 minutes on high, and went to put the scones in. I pulled out the other, larger pan of feet, which is now cooling on the oven in the basement.

While the scones were baking, I cooked half a package of smoked jowl. (We’re out of bacon, at the farm, but we have a bunch of unsellable packages of jowls, which is an area of the pig that gets sliced into bacon, but these were too fatty. They are perfect to use to brown onions in.) I browned the rest of the dodgy onions, and then used the milk that’s about to go off to make a huge batch of béchamel sauce, which I’m going to convert into sauce mornay by adding shredded cheese once I get off my ass, and then I’m going to put together two casseroles of mac and cheese, one for now and one to bring to MM’s house this weekend. I doubt she’ll like it– she hates bacon– but her kids and husband will love it. And I’ll like the one I make for me, so.

The scones are done and I just had one with a big glass of chocolate milk and maybe I still feel like a garbage human but I am a garbage human with a whole bunch of food I didn’t have before, so that’s at least an undeniable victory.

None of my problems in life are solved, but I have scones now. So there.

but i assure you mostly it is filth, my writing, snippet post, i have made basically no progress today but it's going, i swear it's going, the witcher, geralt/yennefer/jaskier

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Sigh. I am slaving away in the porn mines.

The thing about writing a threesome is that it’s a lot of people.

The choreography is going better than usual. But it’s. Just. So filthy. And so long. It’s so long. It’s over 5k words and it’s all just. Fuckin’. All the time.

I was going to make some joke about the grind but like.

Oh and I know the point of the scene was to completely wreck Geralt but actually it’s Yennefer who has bitten off way more than she can chew in this and she is getting completely destroyed. Like, not physically, but like. In all the other ways. (She uhh Improved the uhhhh implement she was using on Jaskier and now is realizing that perhaps it did not need quite this much improvement.)

(ok he didn’t make these snippets but I promise u Jaskier is there it’s like that post with the whales he is the whale on the bottom and he is very much Helping and i just thought it was funny to have the only standard human be the one holding it together for everybody)

Never in her life had she mistaken sexual intimacy for emotional intimacy– not really, anyway, she’d already known better as a teenager that it was only fun to pretend– but maybe this was why men were so stupid, because being inside a person was very different from having a person be inside you, and it was a lot to keep track of.

[…]

Geralt’s orgasm built slowly and powerfully and when he finally tipped over the edge Yennefer followed him in a complete state of overwhelm; she’d never expected it felt like this from the inside, but he was all shivers and tremors and his heart thumped and his breathing went stuttery and it was incredible, she could feel all of it, and it wasn’t just her physical position, it was also that he was completely abandoned to her. He was holding nothing back, he was entirely open to her, and it was such a gift to know that she could do literally, absolutely anything to him, anything at all– it felt like an extravagant gift to herself that she was choosing to give him only pleasure, and to take nothing from him but her own pleasure.

She didn’t need anything else from him, and she could afford it. It felt good.