It's been a while since I did an introduction post. (CW for length)
I'm Julie. The cartoon Roo what goes SQVEAK!
I play a ton of videogames and pinball, and I've had a love of them since the 70s... like, arcades were my happy place when I was growing up, so it's kind of obsession-levels...
I also have an obsessive love of cartoons, and that includes a lot of the really corny ones... old HannaBarbara goofy characters, FleischerStudios rubber-limbed black and white 'toons... love that stuff.
I also love weird. Bizzare. Freaky... but still fun.
I draw as a hobby. Sometimes I draw things for others, but it's not my profession, I don't take commissions, and my output is very linked to my depression, which I have a lot of... so a lot of my doodles come from my emotional high points and hedonistic places.
I ramble a lot about introspection and observation. I talk through my depressions, repressions, and agressions. Sometimes it's theraputic... sometimes it's spirally.
I draw naughty things... cartoony weird things... alt-gender things... inflation things... chompy Pac things... furry things... video game character things... anything I doodle like that is behind content warnings, and unless I'm following you, it won't show up in your timeline.
If that's an issue, I get that, but I'm definitely a weirdo. This is who I am and what I do, so it's what I'm gonna keep doing.
Do you have gender?
It's ok. Many of us either do or did at one time. It's a somewhat common thing, really.
Did you know that you do not need to keep your current gender if it's not working well for you?
You can have more gender... less gender... no gender... all the...
... well, no, you can't have all the gender. I mean, save some gender for others that may want some...
Point is, you get to choose how much and what type(s) of gender you want, and you get to choose how you want to express it.
Yes! You do!! Yes, you!!!
Got a LOT of work done this weekend in cleaning the kitchen/dish backlog... which sounds much worse than it is... a large amount of plastic tupperware containers that have all been pre-washed, but not sent through the dishwasher, and the backlog exists because they take up so much real-estate in the washer that there is never enough room to keep up with them.
Cleaned kitty boxen.
Took out trash and recyclables.
Made and posted a drawing (that's not a chore, per se, but I am trying to make it a regular weekly thing again, so it's on the to-do list)
Did not do laundry, but that's not at critical levels, yet. The hamper isn't full.
The full-face mirror covering arrived... not at all bad, but smaller physical facial covering than I'd hoped. It fits over my glasses wonderfully, doesn't seem too prone to fogging up, and it feels like they will stay on securely... also gives my voice a nice plasticized/mechanical echo, which in this case is a plus.
That, plus a hat takes care of the massively exposed forehead (my own personal vexation, thanks genetics), but I'll need to figure out something for the sides of my face and the neck/chin area before walking around the pinball show.
Pics to come later, once I can upload them.
Julie rants about work changes.
My lathe has been mostly successfully moved... the chip conveyor doesn't work yet, but that is manageable for some things... the main thing is that I got to do work today and not cleaning/maintenance/repair work.
Fortunately, the machine is actually running fairly true and only reqvired a little nudging to get within .0003 inches of variance over a 7-inch length, and I'm perfectly fine with that tiny bit of drift. The drills are fairly centered, and this is workable.
UNfortunately, I lost a LOT of workspace and now barely have standing/sitting room. The inserts and tool holders are now a bit of a walk from my workspace instead of a body-turn, and I am crammed in near another machine, and I got sprayed with chips and oil/coolant as another employee was working on that machine while I was standing at my bench... and THAT'S GONNA BE A NEW NORMAL thing.
I'm also now facing the other machines at my bench, and I'm physically closer to my coworkers, so I got talked at a LOT more than normal AND I'm now less able to mute out music/alt-right news broadcasts/conversations I don't want to be a part of... and I now have zero privacy, so absolutely no more doodling at work...
Far more negatives than positives in this work rearrangement, and I am not happy about this... today was increasingly frustrating, and I'm still fuming a bit.
Julie unloads about today's work shift
Home... showered... taken asprin... have fizzy water...
Today was a very difficult work day. I did not have a machine fall over on me, but I was supporting it as it was tipping because I wasn't explaining thoroughly enough that what my co-worker was doing was, in fact, NOT making the situation better... which, admittedly, I was yelling, panicking, and legitimately not conveying my thoughts clearly... so, not entirely his fault...
The situation was solved by needing to use two forklifts as hoists (NOT a good plan, but better than the machine crashing onto the floor and becoming a multi-day disaster), metal plates were torqved back into close to original position, and HOPEFULLY, everything will be functional, tomorrow.
Me, I'm sore as heck, but finally clean, and that's helping my mental state a TON. The afore-mentioned machine needed a deep cleaning in process of being moved, and I was literally working shin-deep in greasy, oily, filthy sludge that hasn't been cleaned out in over 3 years, because taking the machine apart to this state reqvires a LOT of downtime and effort, and we haven't had that...
Tomorrow will HOPEFULLY be better.
I'm gonna veg and play video games with my fingers that don't currently have lacerations from steel razor wire (part of the filth, mentioned above)... and then bed.
Inflation weirdness (safe, but weird, Dig-dug, dullahan, pumping gone awry)
What if Pookas were dullahans... spirit beings that can detach their heads and have both head and body be fully independent from each other...
I mean, Pookas can already ghost through the ground, so there is already a strong argument for there to be some spiritual shennanigans going on, to begin with...
So... what, if anything, happens to their bodies when their heads are getting all fwoomped and popped in game???
I got practically no sleep, last night... I TRIED, but I just laid there for 5 hours, and pretty much counted the minutes, because my brain would NOT shut off...
So... I SHOULD nap... and I likely will VERY soon.
I also tried to doodle, last night, but I ended up not at all being happy with the end results, because kinky world-ending demons just... aren't my thing, really... and I'm not sure why I went in that direction...
Sqveaky weirdo roo-thing!
(shi/hir * they/them/ally'alls * sqveak/sqvirk)
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