kindly try to avoid using your fervently held beliefs to invalidate my life experience
just caught up on my listening requests. seriously, people, you have to let me know, 'cause i'll never notice otherwise! (and sorry, everyone i just accepted requests from, for the delay)
not that i get many follower requests anyway, but if you do put one in and i haven't noticed it for about 24 hours, @ me; ive heard they don't pop up as notifications (strange design decision, that) and i won't remember to check...
plurality, selfies, total body dysphoria Show more
i'll say it now - hell will freeze over before i ever post a selfie
not because i think i'm so hideously unattractive or whatever
just because the attractiveness or otherwise of the person whose image you would all see in that selfie is moot - because *that's not what i look like*
(on any level, for any value of 'i')
sui ideation Show more
and there it is. the second something makes me feel even slightly tremulous, that voice... popping up to remind me that i have the option of just refusing to cope with whatever change is coming.
(and that the camel's back is one more straw weaker.)
shit... next door has just fallen vacant; at some point before christmas i'll have a new neighbour.
this is primarily a problem because the walls between the two houses might as well not be there... and secondarily because i can't move myself, and i feel completely trapped here. and at the mercy of whoever decides to move in next door.
oh well. cue two months of fear, uncertainty and vibrating like a panicked cicada, i guess :-(
brexit, first dog on the moon Show more
"in case you were wondering, we've really buggered Britain sideways this time"
brexit Show more
i have this horrible feeling that the EU is sick to the back teeth of the UK's prevarications and vacillations, and is going to call Boris' bluff and refuse another extension...
i mean, the shit would totally hit the fan - the only tiny glimmer of a silver lining would be that at least it might focus those minds which need to be focused. cummings and his puppet PM cannot be allowed to dog-in-the-manger us into an economic catastrophe. they just can't.
24kbps is 1.7% of the data rate of a CD... 1.7%, and it captures the essence, and most of the detail (subjectively speaking), of the music being encoded
just. wow. and it also means i can balance my entire music collection on a fingernail.
every time i encode a file using AAC-HEv2 or Opus at 24kbps, i'm just blown away by the miracle that is the human ear... i mean it's audibly degraded from the source material, but damn it, i grew up listening to music on cassette tapes and £13 personal stereos, and compared to them 24kbps AAC-HE is the very definition of high fidelity...
with everything the GDPR did to piss off websites, it couldn't have mandated the presence of a "delete my account" button too?
non-24 Show more
seriously, there'll be like an hour or so of "hmm, i'm probably going to be tired soon" and then, quite suddenly, i can't keep my eyes open, staying upright is *hard*, the world gets swimmy and my hand muscles start only working intermittently. it's quite the ride!
re LB: this is me most nights
comes with the non-24, i guess. the only way i've ever found to be sure i'll sleep when i go to bed is to only go to bed when i physically can't keep myself upright any more
which happens... quite abruptly most days
*soft mew* no, am not sleepy... i wanna... play more... :meowsleeping:
uk pol, fear Show more
a little over a week left until we fall out of the EU in the worst possible way
and no sign that the powers that be are cowed by the urgency of the situation
what should be happening is that the opposition leave ego and precedent aside and come together to agree a caretaker PM who can win a confidence vote and as soon as they take office revoke article 50... but it isn't
and i am terrified
In the night, she woke to something rumbling on her back. The creature again, now asleep and curled up in complete, purring contentment.
She didn't want to risk its wrath by disturbing it, and went back to sleep.
And so it continued. The creature grew less aggressive over time, but was no less fascinating to watch. It pounced and pranced and played and groomed. It yowled strangely in the middle of the night.
She was glad that her hoard was doubly well guarded.
The dragon lowered a rainbow-hued head to sniff the small, furry morsel. To her surprise, it hissed and puffed up, and swiped at her with surprising aggression.
Perhaps it was more dangerous than it looked. She withdrew, curling her tail around her pile of gold.
The small creature stared at her, yellow eyes wide and suspicious.
Later, she found it batting at a stray piece of gold. She tried to take it back, and was again met with a hiss and a swipe.
about being ace Show more
They said hurtful things, or lied to me, or tried to convince romantic partners to force me. Family say I must be a liar.
People treat me like a child or an infant -- like I cannot know what sex is because I am asexual. As if I am not completely surrounded by it. As if being ace precludes me from having experienced it. As if it is not talked about constantly.
But still, I love being ace. And I think I'm fortunate that it's invisible.