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I'm getting better at Organizing My Blog(s) so here's a navigational/about post I'm gonna pin, may tweak a bit later:
Hi, I'm Jack! Bit of a recluse. I dabble in lots of things but claim no real mastery of any.
I'm an artist and a writer, multiply disabled, a married parent, a live-in EOL caregiver, and [idk how to say this without summoning fundies but labor is labor] a homemaker. Politically an agnostic leftist prioritizing Community, spiritually an eclectic pagan that just likes looking at plants and creatures, personally just a lil sad sack of a gremlin. I don't engage in Discourse™ but I have been known to rant quietly to myself in the corner about it.
Sideblogs and tags under the cut:
@lurkiestvoid - Main blog/random shit, personal rambles and dramas, venting, emotional dysregulation, memes, cute stuff, pretty stuff, a sprinkle of trauma, mostly a catchall BUT ALSO
@canvoid - creative/fandom sideblog with a focus on boosting small artists/<1k notes posts. Occasionally includes my own work but I'm hella slow with digital. Occasional NSFW/artistic nudity.
@voidboop - SFW PG13ish sideblog for educational and funny stuff to share with my kid. He's almost old enough for socmed but not quite, so this is like a dashboard we can scroll together.
Tagged below for browsing but also some curation tag descriptions:
I was thinking of reblogging this again just because the original video is still amazing, but then I see the second video and lost my mind. The upgraded fan, the body glitter, the sheer fact that he got to do this with the actual singer.
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
When my mother forgets a word, she is the queen of coming up with new words. Words that would take a third National Treasure movie to fully decipher. I was talking to her yesterday, and she said this: “You know the time for los jibbities is coming up. You must be so excited!” Oh, is it time for los jibbities already? I must have missed it on my calendar. Are we celebrating something? “Of course! We should all be celebrating, shouldn’t we?” OK, so los jibbities is a happy thing. It’s not like something is giving you the heebie-jeebies, which would have been my one and only guess. “Los heebie-jeebies? Now you’re making things up...and this is my show.” You’re right. The time for los jibbities is coming up. Is this a season? “Yes, the season for love. The season for pride.” OK, los jibbities. “Yeah, sound it out.” Los…jibbities. LGBTs! “Sí, mira cuz you’re gay!” “You couldn’t just say pride season? You couldn’t just… *laughs*
We have a local, I guess I'll call it an events complex. It's where concerts and the fair go. It's owned by the city.
When Trump started the whole ICE thing, our commissioner sent a letter to the local representatives, telling them they could use it as a detention center for illegal immigrants. Our event center. Where the 4H kids show their fuckin' lambs.
"The fuck you will" was the resounding reply.
So, when I talk about coalition-building, and working with people you do not agree with or maybe even like, this is what I'm talking about. There was an immediate and vocal show of disapproval, from all sides. We all contacted people we knew would dislike this, REGARDLESS OF HOW THEY FELT ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE. The meeting was packed with people yelling at the commissioners. Of all political stripes. Republican, Democrat, Libertarian, Prairie Populist, Independent.
Some were, of course, the tumblr-style arguments about inherent humanity, but--I think more compellingly if you're actually trying to put the pressure on--there were questions of, 'How are we gonna get paid?" "Are you aware of how, as the only event center for more than two hours, much fuckin money this brings into the community? ANd that immigrants of all types make up less than 2% of the population of the entire state?(my argument), "Do we trust the government to pay us?", "Isn't there a fuckin' empty prison in [town about an hour from here]? Are you just being a kiss-ass?' (offered up by a man I know to be very conservative indeed. BUT HE DID NOT WANT OUR SPACE USED FOR THIS) and, an argument that was so good I was infuriated I didn't come up with it, "DO you think the bank is gonna want to be known as the sponsor of "National bank Detention Center?" (Which caught on and the bank had to offer up a letter saying how they hoped the commissioners would use the event center as intended.)
They folded. A letter came out a few days ago from the manager of the event center, saying it was decided that the events center would rescind the offer, as "more acceptable alternatives could be found." They blinked.
That's the thing. All that happened is that a bunch of people got mad an went to ONE TWO HOUR MEETING. It changed everything.
Once upon a time at almost exactly my current kid's age, my scout troop took a 3-day beach trip.
Day One about took me out; I did apply sunscreen but didn't know to reapply it (nor to areas under the edges of the suit), and after ~8hrs in the ocean minus brief meal breaks, I was literaphorically cooked. Didn't know it til we got back to the house and I tried to take a shower. I was badly sick that night onward and woke up with my whole entire chest as one big blister.
But our Responsible Adult Troop Leader didn't care, and didn't know what 'sun poisoning' was (pre-smartphones, pre-google) and insisted we didn't drive all those hours to sit in a rented room, and made me 'at least come sit under the umbrella' the last day. And when I got home, gma was a little peeved Karen didn't know shit abt fuck, slapped some aloe on it and told me not to mess with it and I was otherwise on my own. Pain management who's she? Extensive scar tissue, don't mind if I do.
With my own kiddo? Doc appt within 24 hrs, immediate and ongoing first aid, curtains closed NO sun, constant hydration, pain care, dignity care, hygiene assistance, dressing changes, snacks on rotation, Non-Stop Yes Day ('mama can we play Minecraft/Roblox/Stardew finally 🥺' y'know what yes. Yes we can baby you pick), HIS meds taken on-time at all costs, pillow adjustment, etc etc. poor kid's whole back and arms are bubbly and crispy, he can't do much other than just sit, still can't even wear a full shirt (I converted one of wifey's hospital gowns from her surgery) so I've regressed over a whole decade to like full-on "sleep when they sleep" Mama Mode.
I take my lessons from my own childhood of how not to parent and try to just, uh, Do The Opposite. I also unfortunately have emotional dysregulation and executive dysfunction issues, and so tend to go to the opposite extreme of helicopter-y in a Crisis. And in the shuffle I went off my own meds ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm not very good at juggling but I continue to try, this was just. a bit of a Boulder dropped into my rotation. Our virtual farms are thriving tho
IM NOT DEAD, SORRY our kid went swimming at a friend's all day Sunday and sunblock was apparently hit-or-miss bc he got HELLA burned to the point of sun poisoning and bad blisters down his back, and I've been in emergency mode ever since bc he can barely move or sleep. And then I blinked and it was fucking Thursday??????
But he's okay and it's gonna be ok! Doc has been consulted and I've been diligently attending with water and aloe vera and antibiotic ointment and cool compresses and propping him up in the recliner so he can nap. My poor baby 😭 I wish I could switch places with him, I've experienced it myself and would gladly do so again if it would help but uggghhh all we can do is try and keep him comfortable and Moist
Also I would like to note the Walgreens brand aloe vera "with added lidocaine and menthol" FUCKING SUCKS and is COUNTERPRODUCTIVE and the first fucking ingredient is DENATURED ALCOHOL, FOR SOME FUCKING REASON and made shit SO MUCH WORSE AND MORE PAINFUL until we realized what was going on and got some regular plain aloe gel, and THEN we started seeing improvement. The first shit was drying him out worse and making it blister harder, why the fuck does aloe-flavored rubbing alcohol even exist
IM NOT DEAD, SORRY our kid went swimming at a friend's all day Sunday and sunblock was apparently hit-or-miss bc he got HELLA burned to the point of sun poisoning and bad blisters down his back, and I've been in emergency mode ever since bc he can barely move or sleep. And then I blinked and it was fucking Thursday??????
But he's okay and it's gonna be ok! Doc has been consulted and I've been diligently attending with water and aloe vera and antibiotic ointment and cool compresses and propping him up in the recliner so he (we lol) can nap. My poor baby 😭 I wish I could switch places with him, I've experienced it myself and would gladly do so again if it would help but uggghhh all we can do is try and keep him comfortable and Moist
