My flurfy snow white doofuscat just sniffed around the takeout, and ended up with a red jello blorb on her snoot.
Even if I couldn't get a picture, this tiny bit of silly is made of pure joy and goddammit did I need it right now.
My flurfy snow white doofuscat just sniffed around the takeout, and ended up with a red jello blorb on her snoot.
Even if I couldn't get a picture, this tiny bit of silly is made of pure joy and goddammit did I need it right now.
If you got access to, say, a download of the concert stream to keep when it was complete? That'd be more in the 'worth it' category, and selling those after the fact would be an additional income stream for them, which would ideally allow them to drop the price a bit as well.
It has been a brutal week, and it has been difficult to get through it.
I remind myself it's not over yet, and there's still a few days left to go.
I remind myself that everyone's weeks are somewhere on the continuum of 'sorta crap <-> completely devastating', and further remind myself that even when everything's pretty rosy out there, it's more likely that people will make cracks about how I should kill myself than anything else if I reach out to anyone.
And then I'll wonder if I should, because the point of being anywhere at all for any reason remains absent.
Now I'll shut up, because this is just like any other week, now that I think about it.
@silverfox Oddly enough... that sounds a lot like my mom. She's both super conservative and 'church every single day + one other church-related activity per day (choir, study groups, Catholic book club, saint study group... ) levels of Catholic.
She decided to come out to see me the first Thanksgiving I was in college, since we only got Thurs-Fri+weekend off instead of a week or two. All my friends were gay, bi, lesbian, or trans, and when she found out they weren't welcome at their own homes for Thanksgiving dinner, she cooked a huge dinner in my tiny studio apartment kitchen and invited them all. (Then spent the night after they went home crying that they were the sweetest people ever and their parents not being so proud of what great and amazingly talented people they were had her bawling and angry-shaking.)
Kinda never been more proud of my mom than I was in that moment, so I know this feel, and it really is among the best.
ETA: This was in 1991, too... so not quite as accepting a time.
Web sheets are totally viable. You don't even need to take the step of doing them with a PDF; you can set up wiki forms and the likes to handle this.
Depending on the system, this may be more or less issue-laden. WoD is a nightmare, something like HorrorMU's system was pretty easy.
As to worries that someone would change something inappropriately -- which a lot of people have reasonable concerns about if players can manage their sheets on their own -- mediawiki takes care of this for you: it marks all the changes made, who made them, and when automatically as part of its default. If someone's engaging in funny business, it's easily spotted, and that people know these changes are marked/etc. is a good deterrent to those who might try to get away with such shenanigans if the changes were not so visible.
@tek ...I hope you send us pictures when you do. I mean. That's an official cool thing most people never get to do!
@mietze Seconding the 'please have them check your gall bladder' advice. Don't just worry if it's pain on the right; it is very easy for something to temporarily block and back up into the liver; doubly true if you get liver stones. (If you have mysteriously amazing cholesterol levels, you might have liver stones.) That'll show up as pain on the left, and it feels centered in the chest about on level with the back of the bottom left shoulder blade.
It rather feels like someone grabbed your innards and tried to turn them inside-out from mid-chest. It can go slow or fast -- so hours of throbbity ache hell, or sometimes a huge burst from out of nowhere of 'OMGWTF MY ENTRAILS WANT TO BE EXTRAILS' that's shorter lived but 'I can't breathe this suddenly hurts so badly and I'm dizzy and ready to faint' sudden onset.
If this sounds familiar, please please please have them check gall bladder and liver.
Saturday self-indulgence:
Add fresh coffee, watch merrily froth.
Ooof. Yeah, that's the stuff. I'll definitely be awake soon at this rate. Awyiss.
@Wretched Proof we need a flail emoji.
@Rinel Finding out much later in life is so, so hard for exactly these reasons. Going back and looking in shock on the struggles that needn't have been so damned hard... yeah. It's explode with tears crushing and infuriating all at once. Consider all the virtual hugs ever offered.
@Wretched Duh. That's when you get three or four things you give at least a marginal fuck about on the desk in front of you and flailingly flip amongst them until something sticks or you throw all of them on the 'fuck it' pile.
(aka 'give it a few extra rounds of twenty minutes'.)
@Aria 'How to not completely waste time, energy, and resources: a primer on digital marketing.'
Chapter 1: not emailing women ads for supplements to pop a boner to the exploitation of other women
...
Appendix: how to Not Get Letters, or practical methods to reduce the workload for your complaints department through the subtle application of some common fucking sense
@Atticus I'm not anywhere at the moment, but I've heard very good things about Fate's Harvest for Changeling. (I think they're still around?) I've stepped away from WoD and back toward original theme places in recent years, the most recent being HorrorMU, which was great while I was there.
Probably was Paris: Les Fleurs du Mal. (I was Mona there, in its late days. If I knew you, hi!)
@WildBaboons All the
If it came to that, we were going to be looking there -- and it is so appreciated. Thank you. I'd been seeing their commercials and considering them with no small amount of interest.
We're hoping we can refill this before the insurance expires; when I had it month to month, I could only refill it up to two weeks early, but we're not sure if the three months at a time has the same window. (If it's 2 weeks, that'll be past the date our insurance may kerpoof, if it's different or scaled to the three months, it will be fine. Verrrrrrry narrow window in there and it's argh. It's like FOUR DAYS or something over if it's 2 weeks still, which is the most nnngh thing ever.)
@Cupcake Seconding this. There are unexpected things that turn out to be surprisingly helpful. I take a generic cymbalta that is like a swiss army knife of helpful, and it made an enormous difference. (Depression, anxiety, and it helps with the chronic back pain, omg, yay team.) I didn't expect it to help as much as it did. I'm probably still alive because of it.
Right now, our insurance has been extended through the end of this month, and we're crossing our fingers I can get a refill before it does. (Weird timing on three month scrips and when you can refill them, augh.) We have refills left... but refills on insurance, $35; refills without? $850+. No way we could swing that, but. I mention this because: ask now if you can spare a moment to look into it.
@Groth I hold myself up as evidence this isn't true. No, I'm not going to prove it, but I can assure you that years and years of dance lessons most certainly did.
@Wretched I will just note for the record that sorting-focused OCD and ADD?
Yes, it's a super special breed of hell.