Okay, I just looked at the part of Blueberry Hill left to be smashed and my lower back hurt, so I went over to smash piles of branches on solid ground. I got 2 piles of small branches and 2 of light medium with the sharp axe end of the maul head and then a drizzle came up, so I went in to rest the back, in a bit I’ll gather the piles back together and get them with the blunt head, then sort the rubble – twig-size stuff skimmed for later use, stuff that’s proving too thick set aside to be lopped, and everything else gathered up to be threshed again
Was starting to wonder about a sort of loping looseness reappearing in my hips but now I get it, because I exhausted the lower back yesterday it’s falling back to a more basic stride that offloads those stability functions to grosser muscles.
I suppose one thing I have on most people right now is that I learned the full sequence of increasingly finer motor control with adult limb length, mass, and memory.
Oh, and as it progressed I realized I recognized the signs I’d forgotten to take iron when I fed Badger this morning
Was starting to wonder about a sort of loping looseness reappearing in my hips but now I get it, because I exhausted the lower back yesterday it’s falling back to a more basic stride that offloads those stability functions to grosser muscles.
I suppose one thing I have on most people right now is that I learned the full sequence of increasingly finer motor control with adult limb length, mass, and memory.
Alexander the Great swung his sword to cut the Gordian knot, but his sword struck on metal.
“I neglected to mention”, said the sage who had informed Alexander about the knot in the first place, “There is a flexible steel cord inside the rope, specifically to prevent you from cutting it.”
Alexander pondered. “What if I burned it?”
The sage laughed. “Steel doesn’t burn, idiot. Also, you shouldn’t burn the rope because it’s synthetic. Who knows what kind of harmful chemicals might be released.”
Alexander weighed the pros and cons. On one hand, he didn’t want to inhale noxious chemicals. On the other, king of Asia. He came to a determination.
“It’s not like I’m gonna be inhaling these chemicals every day. Just this once.” And so he burnt the rope. Once it had mostly sloughed off, untangling the thinner coil was easy.
Moral of the story: It’s ok to burn synthetics sometimes.
Just accidentally swiped to the “For You” tag and saw someone with the same icon as one of my mutuals making what seemed like a very uncharacteristic post
Ugh, lower back still off from smashing on unsteady debris last night, not gonna try to finish that off today. At least each time I feel sore doing this stuff is me getting stronger for next time.
I don't know if you care about tarot decks (or, even if you do, whether you'd like the visual design of this one, which sure is something), but it's Taylor Swift, so I thought you might want to know regardless.
Rendering the Cups suit as wine glasses is a nice touch
Huh now it feels like there is that fat safely within the main mass of the belly and that exposed without, which includes a half-inch subcutaneous layer over that mass.
conversations around art and the provocation of discomfort being co-opted by literal p3dophiles and, like, raceplay apologists are the reason why we cant get anything done
and fascists! but whatever you know
wait, were we supposed to feel weird about raceplay?
Because NFTs aren’t things and Bitcoin is something?
Okay let me get this straight
Sandwiches aren’t real. NFTs aren’t real.
Bitcoin is real. Soups are real.
Is that correct?
No, Bitcoin also isn’t real
Humans are all soup.
Likewise, eggs are just a way for an atom’s mind to live on in an afterlife inside a chicken. And when you think of it like that, toast is just a way for humans’ memories of their dead friends and loved ones to live on inside themselves.
Whoa there, pardner! What have you done to make sure that belief or practice actually originates in ancient times and didn’t come from the imagination of a repressed Victorian romantic?
See it’s called “customer” because you’d be “giving custom” by customarily getting your iron from this one forge or having a standing order with this cheesemaker for X pounds each winter, because you might buy one-off finished or consumer goods from artisans or marketplace traders, but established merchants dealt in bulk staples and intermediary goods
The RPG “item shop” is a backwards projection of a general store concept that dates to the 19th century
(Potion shop actually has earlier precedent)
I do appreciate how in Jeff “Spiderweb Software” Vogel’s Exile/Avernum tactical CRPGs the “general merchant” role was often filled by “quartermaster of an outpost, trading from its stores”, that’s pretty historically plausible
I do kinda suspect all the old school RPG creators having such item fixations (“glaive-guisarme”?) was down to the college history education you’d come out with in the 70s being more material-accumulation focused somehow (probably far downstream of the relative accessibility of inventory documents or something)
Now that the Facebook ad algorithm’s fully digested my financial background and integrated that with what else it’s picked up of my tastes the ads are amazing, I’ll look each day and find a new “this basic good: but with a pretty compelling premium twist! available for more than you’d pay at Target but honestly not much as rich-people prices go!”
Hm yeah I guess we’re gonna be missing things there with ads segmenting away from a mass market art form. I used to want to make ads as an 80s kid watching the “ad wars”, but then between Thank You For Smoking and Mad Men the culture had people do it fictionally and vicariously for me.
Like, most of you would never see some of the ads I do now, some of which they clearly put some effort into, not like Super Bowl commercials anymore
All the “healslut” stuff came well after I stopped WoW raiding (I was a female resto druid, actually) but I find it hilarious that “what if the MH is getting off on this?” is like an actual concern to face now
concept: we wake up one day and nature has grown decades overnight. we can’t remember where the roads used to be. in some places the trees are so tall and thick we can barely see sky. the grass hasn’t been mowed in years. how quiet everything is now
“heh, time to get to work”
What I love about this meme is it is used by Millennials to invoke the concept of “Boomer” but that flame-tattoo sleeve clearly marks lawnmower guy as Generation X
