Getting ready for the Burn-In this weekend. I am of course making it up as I go… I’m actually modeling heavily after blacksmithing events (often called hammer-ins), because I don’t actually know if anyone has lampworking events to get the local community together like this. Well they should, so I have.
Unless it’s an unmitigated disaster (unlikely) I expect to do it again. Bigger. This time is pot-luck, but next time I’ll have a food truck. Just imagine! Taco truck in your parking lot!
Also I was setting up while freshening my dye job, yes.
I got up “early” (8:30) today to get the animal chores done before it was miserably fucking hot, and it worked, and they’re all done and I’m not unconscious. I’m feeling terribly accomplished. Now to complete the “having it together” day by planning and beginning dinner early enough that I can use the pleasant evening hours to garden. Now that the chickens are better contained, I can safely put things in the ground. Not as completely contained as I was hoping, but at least now anything I plant has at least an 85% chance of not being immediately dug back out or buried.
Jacob’s project requires a bunch of video, and my phone has a way, way better camera than his. This means long periods without my phone and lemme tell you that is harder for me than it should be.
Last night, he was uploading videos off my phone when it was time to put the boy to sleep. After standing around for several minutes vaguely hoping that the situation would magically resolve itself, I remembered that books exist. So I grabbed a book (Gardening with Disabilities) and crawled into bed with the boy, and turned the light off.
“I did not think that through.”
“Yeah you might’ve missed a few things there,” said the boy.
Jacob has the phone again. I am at my computer, I still have the entire internet, and yet I struggle.
My husband: talking to me about his business plan
me, after being awake for fifteen hours, cleaned the house, and hosted his parents, without my little games to poke while I listen:
Jacob’s project requires a bunch of video, and my phone has a way, way better camera than his. This means long periods without my phone and lemme tell you that is harder for me than it should be.
Last night, he was uploading videos off my phone when it was time to put the boy to sleep. After standing around for several minutes vaguely hoping that the situation would magically resolve itself, I remembered that books exist. So I grabbed a book (Gardening with Disabilities) and crawled into bed with the boy, and turned the light off.
“I did not think that through.”
“Yeah you might’ve missed a few things there,” said the boy.
Jacob has the phone again. I am at my computer, I still have the entire internet, and yet I struggle.
I’m spending my evening combing through royalty-free banjo tunes and pretending to be a videographer. I do appreciate that teenaged me could not possibly have predicted all the directions my life would take, and also that my high school teachers couldn’t even have envisioned the things I’m currently trying to do, much less teach me how to do them.
What we’re working on is putting together a little ad, essentially, for my husband’s blacksmithing business, for a competition through the local chamber of commerce. And it could not be more clear that his mind and mine work differently. He made a little powerpoint presentation. Like…for himself, to outline the video. So first of all, what the fuck.
Then his first slide was like ten words. Four of which were “Sound: Ting ting ting”.
He showed me this soliciting help, and the first thing I did was belly laugh for like three minutes and call our daughter over to also laugh. I just couldn’t stop. “Ting ting ting”. Like, I get that he means the hammer on the anvil and that’s actually an excellent lead in that I agree he should keep but…ting ting ting, motherfuckers!
Eventually I calmed down and we got some actual brainstorming done, and then slept like the dead for way too short a time. This morning, I’m getting my breakfast, and he’s typing away, and he calls me over and I read what he’s got and say, “That’s what you’re going with?”
There’s no way to tell this story where I don’t look like an asshole, tbh.
Cale Henituse Attack:______________Sky Eating Water (agressive combat) Defence:_____________Indestructible Shield (defensive combat) Strength:____________Super Rock (hardened body) Damage:______________Fire of Destruction (destruction & purification) Constitution:________Vitality of the Heart (recovery) Dexterity:___________Sound of Wind (navigation) Agility:_____________Instant (speed) Wisdom:______________Embrace (special skill) Intelligence:________Record (info analysis) Charisma:____________Dominating Aura (bluff)
Bonus round Special Effect:______Dominating Water Accuracy Buff:_______Annual Rings of Life Critical Hit:________Blood-Drenched Rocks Health Upgrade(?):___World Tree Dagger Enemy Loot:__________Sky Attribute & (5+) APs
BYEEE everything everywhere all at once had me boohooing in the theaterand not just a few tears no like full on tears mascara smudged and snot and everything
It’s been twenty minutes and I’m still crying like that movie has ruined me omfg
Hi wtf even is s8? I’m just going to put my opinion out there: season 8 was a whole MESS. The characters were OOC, Allura, Lance, and Shiro were done dirty All of our nightmares came true. Shiro was so distant with Keith and didn’t reciprocate putting his life on the line saving Keith (he just stood there,,like really?) Yeah so Cannon VLD ends s7 for me. Just… what were they thinking? Not only did they ruin their cannon allurance romance and rushed Shiro’s “romance”, but they also ruined the potential to present the best m|m relationship (platonic or not) in American anime HISTORY. Yeah I’m salty and I’m sad and tired. What was the wait even for?
And that got me interested in working out what the demographics have been for the Special Guests (as listed on their websites) of the past four major YouTube events. I feel like we’re all generally aware that women and people of color are underrepresented at these things, but when you look at the numbers it becomes embarrassingly clear how ridiculous this disparity is.
The highest percentage of female Special Guests at any of these events was 32% at Summer in the City. LESS THAN 1/3.
The highest percentage of Special Guests of color* at any of these events is 16% at the current Buffer Festival. LESS THAN 1/6. (And SitC only had ONE PoC on their Special Guest list this year, which is fucking absurd.)
I don’t want to rant about this too much, I just sort of want to make these numbers known because I find them maddening. And if you guys do too, I encourage you to message the organizers of these events, let them know your thoughts, and maybe recommend them some of the incredible prominent women and PoC we have in this community.
Buffer Festival: [email protected] (Corey contacted me not too long ago about female representation at Buffer and I gave him a ton of names, but I don’t know if he had time to take any of those suggestions on board in time for the event. Hopefully it’s something he and the team are genuinely serious about and that next year will be better on that).
C’mon YouTube events. I love you, but you seriously need to get your shit together.
*Note that my count is based primarily on looks and the people whose races I know for sure. If I made a mistake and missed anyone who’s white passing, let me know.
I’m in back to back meetings at work today for over 7 hours and I don’t have time to run to the bathroom to clean up my pussy so I’m just sitting in my own fucking puddle for hours.
Damn, realizing now that my Guillermo de la Cruz and my Martin Kartin Blackwood are almost completely identical! I can draw exactly one soft feral boy, I’m a fraud as an artist!
they were discussing whether or not they should give wendy davis a warning because somebody helped her put on a back brace and then all these people were standing up for her and
this lady just reminded them all that she did not lean on the podium or a desk and even if she had the rule stating leaning is illicit was written with male pronouns and wouldn’t apply to her anyway
beating misogynists at their own game must be a day that ends in y
