ME: ah, fuck! these allergies are going crazy!
THE PERFIDIOUS POLLEN PARTICLE:
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ME: ah, fuck! these allergies are going crazy!
THE PERFIDIOUS POLLEN PARTICLE:
Before the advent of digital photography, the way you took photos was with a camera and a roll of film loaded into it. When you'd used up the film you took it out of the camera and took it to a developer, who would turn the film into prints (or slides). This could take anywhere from an hour to a couple of days depending on what you had access to and were willing to pay.
My folks were not willing to pay top dollar for whatever ten year old me thought was important to photograph, so we usually took my film to a drugstore which would mail it off to a bulk developer, and I'd get it back in about a week. Part of the fun was waiting to see what photos came out, or even being reminded of what was on the early part of the roll.
Recently I gave Hodag a vintage DLR and some film for it, and we spent part of Saturday wandering around testing it out. I dropped the film off at a local developer on Monday and he said based on his workload he'd probably have it for me at the end of the week.
I have the same excited, twitchy impatience to see this developed roll as I did when I was a kid. COME ON! WHEN AM I GONNA GET THE PRINTS? THEY'RE GONNA LOOK SO COOL! I've been checking my email for the notification incessantly.
Sadly no email so far, and they close for the weekend at 6, so it looks like it'll be next week. I will have to contain my twitches.
Ooh, you can't just drop that you have a classic TLR camera and not share a photo of it. Photoblr wants to know!
I only have one photo of the actual camera, which I took while Hodag was getting light readings:
But it's a Yashica-D TLR (not DLR, that's embarrassing) from the 70s, similar to this model:
It's a little fiddly and the case was in a sorry state but the case got in the way anyway. I made them a new neck strap for it and that works perfectly fine :)
What the absolute hell is going on with Chicago buses today? I've been ghosted by SIX BUSES since 4pm. 29, 2 TWICE, 26, and now 22 ALSO twice. They aren't even late, they just never show up.
Is there an informal strike on? A bus plague of some kind? Chicago bus transit hasn't been super reliable in years but even for Chicago this is insane, especially since I was waiting for a 29, a 146, and two 2s, I saw conservatively a dozen 151 buses drift past, most of them mostly empty. Did 151 attack and subjugate? What the fuck? I'm not even mad at this point, just bewildered.
Before the advent of digital photography, the way you took photos was with a camera and a roll of film loaded into it. When you'd used up the film you took it out of the camera and took it to a developer, who would turn the film into prints (or slides). This could take anywhere from an hour to a couple of days depending on what you had access to and were willing to pay.
My folks were not willing to pay top dollar for whatever ten year old me thought was important to photograph, so we usually took my film to a drugstore which would mail it off to a bulk developer, and I'd get it back in about a week. Part of the fun was waiting to see what photos came out, or even being reminded of what was on the early part of the roll.
Recently I gave Hodag a vintage DLR and some film for it, and we spent part of Saturday wandering around testing it out. I dropped the film off at a local developer on Monday and he said based on his workload he'd probably have it for me at the end of the week.
I have the same excited, twitchy impatience to see this developed roll as I did when I was a kid. COME ON! WHEN AM I GONNA GET THE PRINTS? THEY'RE GONNA LOOK SO COOL! I've been checking my email for the notification incessantly.
Sadly no email so far, and they close for the weekend at 6, so it looks like it'll be next week. I will have to contain my twitches.
Before the advent of digital photography, the way you took photos was with a camera and a roll of film loaded into it. When you'd used up the film you took it out of the camera and took it to a developer, who would turn the film into prints (or slides). This could take anywhere from an hour to a couple of days depending on what you had access to and were willing to pay.
My folks were not willing to pay top dollar for whatever ten year old me thought was important to photograph, so we usually took my film to a drugstore which would mail it off to a bulk developer, and I'd get it back in about a week. Part of the fun was waiting to see what photos came out, or even being reminded of what was on the early part of the roll.
Recently I gave Hodag a vintage DLR and some film for it, and we spent part of Saturday wandering around testing it out. I dropped the film off at a local developer on Monday and he said based on his workload he'd probably have it for me at the end of the week.
I have the same excited, twitchy impatience to see this developed roll as I did when I was a kid. COME ON! WHEN AM I GONNA GET THE PRINTS? THEY'RE GONNA LOOK SO COOL! I've been checking my email for the notification incessantly.
I'm loving all the poetic tags about these stars, in part because this is the floor of a shopping mall.
Okay, admittedly, that's being unfair; it's the floor of the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, built in the 1860s in Milan, so it's not like, a Macy's and a food court. Still a little funny to consider.
Get well soon!
Thank you! I aten't dead yet!
I'm feeling much better this morning; I was up and down last night but with big long stretches of solid sleep, and I feel like the ability to regulate my body temperature is back under my own control. We'll see how the day proceeds, but I have like four errands and a movie screening after work today so I'm really hoping I'll be fine for those. At the very least I need to pick up my meds, and if I'm in that area I might as well pick up the film from the developer, but it's a toss-up whether I'll get to the rest.
I was fine yesterday evening and part of this morning but then the shivers came back and even my fitness tracker is like "Hey man are you okay?"
My body temperature hasn't gone above 99.3, I have no cough or congestion, but I feel like hot garbage and every time I eat I suffer.
I'm trying to decide whether breaking out the Good Michigan Edibles and knocking myself unconscious is a good idea. I would rather get a full night if natural sleep but I got places to be tomorrow. And I've felt hungover off and on for two days, I might as well get something out of it.
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Chicagoans will just do shit like this.
not my circus not my monkeys but thanks to my mutuals i know some of the lore
Tumblr is the program guide to the circuses.
i have been informed by literally every french speaker on earth that “une pipe” is slang for blowjob
pajama idea i had last night in bed while rolling around in pain from cramps
I was taking a break from work this afternoon and lying on the bed annoying Polk when I suddenly started shivering. It was 73F in the room and I was dressed; I didn't even feel cold.
I figured my options were to switch on the space heater and sit in front of it or take a drastically hot shower so I did the latter (seemed safer). I didn't think about taking my temperature until I was getting out of the hot shower which raised my core temperature (and starting to shiver again).
It turned out to be 101F.
It's time for a fun game of VIRUS! OR! ANXIETY!
Because apparently anxiety can cause sudden chills and I am highly strung.
It's not COVID (I tested) but it might be a sinus infection or might just be my body fucking with me. I have no other symptoms so far and my temperature is now 99.1 which is normal for me. I'm not dehydrated, my blood sugar and pressure are both fine, I haven't fucked with my meds or eaten anything I didn't safely cook myself. I've got Tylenol and some Azelastine on board. But it's 75F in here now and I'm completely under the blankets with the heated mattress pad on.
KNOCK IT OFF MORTAL HUSK.
I'M ALIVE *waves from under a doubled over duvet*
I got up, ate some food, hydrated, went back to bed. So far I feel okay. There's odds that my body was just upset I wasn't moving around enough and made me vibrate unpleasantly for a while.
When I took my temperature this morning it was 101.9, but twenty minutes later it was 100.2. I feel like at this point it's not the fever that's the symptom but how INSANE it is. Unless I just need a new thermometer.
Well, it's not the flu, COVID, or rhinovirus. My temperature is bouncing between 99 and 101, even with the new thermometer.
I got nothin' but I hope I don't feel sick again; I have dinner with an old grad school friend tonight and I don't want to flake last minute.
Some folks have suggested this might be hormonal, and good point; fortunately I'm having blood work done tomorrow in advance of seeing my endocrinologist next Friday, so I'll bring it up then. This might also simply be the first time I've actually noticed the onset of a sinus infection, which usually sneak up on me.
But for now I feel fine so off to the Spreadsheet Fields I go.
I was taking a break from work this afternoon and lying on the bed annoying Polk when I suddenly started shivering. It was 73F in the room and I was dressed; I didn't even feel cold.
I figured my options were to switch on the space heater and sit in front of it or take a drastically hot shower so I did the latter (seemed safer). I didn't think about taking my temperature until I was getting out of the hot shower which raised my core temperature (and starting to shiver again).
It turned out to be 101F.
It's time for a fun game of VIRUS! OR! ANXIETY!
Because apparently anxiety can cause sudden chills and I am highly strung.
It's not COVID (I tested) but it might be a sinus infection or might just be my body fucking with me. I have no other symptoms so far and my temperature is now 99.1 which is normal for me. I'm not dehydrated, my blood sugar and pressure are both fine, I haven't fucked with my meds or eaten anything I didn't safely cook myself. I've got Tylenol and some Azelastine on board. But it's 75F in here now and I'm completely under the blankets with the heated mattress pad on.
KNOCK IT OFF MORTAL HUSK.
I'M ALIVE *waves from under a doubled over duvet*
I got up, ate some food, hydrated, went back to bed. So far I feel okay. There's odds that my body was just upset I wasn't moving around enough and made me vibrate unpleasantly for a while.
When I took my temperature this morning it was 101.9, but twenty minutes later it was 100.2. I feel like at this point it's not the fever that's the symptom but how INSANE it is. Unless I just need a new thermometer.
I was taking a break from work this afternoon and lying on the bed annoying Polk when I suddenly started shivering. It was 73F in the room and I was dressed; I didn't even feel cold.
I figured my options were to switch on the space heater and sit in front of it or take a drastically hot shower so I did the latter (seemed safer). I didn't think about taking my temperature until I was getting out of the hot shower which raised my core temperature (and starting to shiver again).
It turned out to be 101F.
It's time for a fun game of VIRUS! OR! ANXIETY!
Because apparently anxiety can cause sudden chills and I am highly strung.
It's not COVID (I tested) but it might be a sinus infection or might just be my body fucking with me. I have no other symptoms so far and my temperature is now 99.1 which is normal for me. I'm not dehydrated, my blood sugar and pressure are both fine, I haven't fucked with my meds or eaten anything I didn't safely cook myself. I've got Tylenol and some Azelastine on board. But it's 75F in here now and I'm completely under the blankets with the heated mattress pad on.
KNOCK IT OFF MORTAL HUSK.
On the nature of autobiographical memory
I hesitate to call this piece meandering because I understand why it's structured the way it is -- it's a personal essay that happens to be about brothers who are at opposite ends of a specific neurological spectrum. The author has Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory and his brother has Severely Deficient Autobiographical Memory -- along with their frequent companion conditions, Hyperphantasia and Aphantasia.
I know these conditions are of interest to readers -- to me too, as someone with aphantasia/SDAM. It's a useful read in that it talks about the history of the study of these conditions and describes various people's experiences with them. It just also has a bunch of personal reflection that while expressive and well-written is not very interesting to someone wanting to read more about this fairly young field of study.
I say all this to recommend it to those interested in HSAM/SDAM, but also to let you know that you can skim a lot of the family stuff. :D
@copperbadge @naamahdarling et al I have just found out about cross stitching temperature charts, as in repeating pattern (stars, leaves, etc.) with the colors = daily temperature highs and lows.
i am foaming at the mouth. never been more tempted to return to stitchery
Oh yes! I have a friend who did it for the Panthers hockey win-lose-draw season last year, and I know various people who have done it for other stuff I can't recall off the top of my head.
I'm not a stringwitch (can't knit or crochet, I've tried, it's just not within me) but it looks like a super cool idea. I've thought about doing some kind of cross-stitch version where you just do lines of colors, but I have so many other projects...
Stringwitch ?
That's a term for someone who knits/crochets/nalbinds ???
Not officially -- I came up with it a few years ago as a genre-neutral term for people who Do Things with yarn, since it's faster than typing out Knitters And Crocheters. But it has proved useful so I keep it around. Feel free to make use, my offering to the coven :)