I had no patience for people policing other peoples ships before i went to library tech school and library tech school has make me a little bit pissy about the entire thing actually.
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I had no patience for people policing other peoples ships before i went to library tech school and library tech school has make me a little bit pissy about the entire thing actually.
I have to go on an overnight field trip to this historical site for a class, so my professor passed around a sheet of paper during class for us to write down emergency contact information on it. I just stared at it for a good while, because I noticed that my surname was spelled wrong. Again. For the millionth time. Even though I spelled it out for him myself twice in an email where my surname was part of my email handle. This has happened with every teacher/professor in my life since I can remember.
Hi hi so I made a new account :3 I'll post the rest of my kinktober stuff there instead of on here-
@oofashwritesfanfic
It's a new start lol I feel like its necessary so yee-
I'll have some stuff posted by this weekend probably
Anyway time for more Moose Opinions!
The stance people take in online discourse does matter but not in the way you think! Political beliefs that led to the stance someone takes on fandom discourse can and does leak into the real world and when it does it can have real effects on libraries, schools, and even government. Those who believe that you shouldn’t be allowed to write something in fandom will likely hold a ‘censorship is okay as long as it’s these things’ view of how access to information should work in real life and that is a very real danger.
I understand the need to act like the pro/anti ship debate is all online (most of it is tbh) but the views that fuel those types of discourse exist in real life as well and I don’t think we should be acting as though it’s all just fandom drama.
who else is an aged bitter autistic that is tired of people writing those ‘how to interact with an autistic person’ posts as though they are Official Guide on how to interact with autistic people?
like some of them have good points!! but you have to realize that not all of those points or even any of them for that matter will apply to every autistic person you interact with! acting like they will is harmful!! and so many of them i see act as though These Are Things You Must Do TO Every Autistic Person. and like thats not how it works? every autistic person, much like every allistic person, is different? if you really want to be an ally to an autistic person maybe start out by being their friend and letting them tell you what they need you to do in order for the communication between you two to become better.
I am trying to balance how much I do and how much I need to relax and take care of myself
Full time engineer job at the insanity factory.
Doing politicsl meetings every 2-3 weeks..
Joined an organisation where teachers ofyl youngsters age 12-19 can get a person working in STEM to come out giving a presentation. Want to work half time as teacher
Going to the first weekly meeting for planning how to best help Palestine via protests and the like...
Visiting mental health suffering friend at least once a week...
Do full time vulenteer work 2 weeks for Green concert a year which is a charity thing for people with muscle muscle dystrophy... but I am mainly there because it is a very unique group of people working there and was the first place in the world I feelt wellcome as an autist.
Anywho...I have been born with great privilege. Male presenting red bearded white dude with parrents well off enough that I could fall back on them ( ... only did so when I got partners to drag me out of depression hell... but I had the option all along )
And only one thing to do with that. Use that privilige to gain power and to use that power to help as many people as possible.
I am dying soon. I am 35. I have 70 years left at MOST!
70 summers left!!!
I need to to do shit NOW! I will never be as healthy as I am now!
I am dying! Hurry!
I need to spread love, undestanding and HELP PEOPLE! NOW!!!
Finally fucking happened! Straight up stared at the boss with my mouth open while he was telling me something. I was saying we need to turn compiler optimization from the weird 01 with extra restrictions to 03. Functions that needs lower can then specify that with #pragma statements. But since those can only LOWER the compiler optimization we need it set to max per default. Boss then told me that we can never increase the compiler optimization level BECAUSE THEN THE COMPILER SOMETIMES CREATES WRONG MACHINE CODE!!! ... there is a limit... on how easy the code I can write I can write code... based on incompetence... Fuck Renesas micro-controllers! And screw my workplace for not starting to move to other micro-controllers the second they realized this!
No_inline means that any function I write will incur the cost of calling the function when the production code runs Normally I can break everything down into tiiiiny functions. 20 lines of code max. Everything is just... SO easy to read, understand, test and modify. And I can write them so they always get optimized away But nope. Cannot do that on an embedded system with no_inline Have to write giant impossible to read piece of shit function with 3-10 levels of abstraction jumps in them. Good luck you poor barstard that have to read my code later. Because I am now on another project. But it is taking a long time for some reason, because the code is unreadable. Anyway, good luck understanding my unreadable code! And then the boss claims we don't have money to change microcontrollers. And I am claiming, we cannot fucking afford to NOT pay for different micro-controllers. Software costs MILLIONS of dollars to develop. We are pissing MILLIONS out the window... So we can save several thousand dollars... Just... "Headdesks"
Ummm...so I feel like I’m hanging on by a thread that’s about to snap.
I have a new boss, because mine got a promotion. Super excited for old boss, still apprehensive about new one. She doesn’t seem to know what she’s doing, and yet she’s been there longer than my old boss. Not to mention, there’s other drama elsewhere in the office, that basically if said person succeeds and stays out here, it’s going to completely alter the vibe and dynamic at work even more. And god fucking damn it, work is supposed to be my safe space, because customers like me and I know what I’m doing, and if I don’t, my boss is supposed to be capable enough to help me and she’s not.
I’m supposed to be getting married in 30 days and there’s all the stresses and fears about that. And then add fucking COVID-19 to the mix and we’re now basically eloping with our immediate families present. Idk if I’m freaking out and having pre-wedding jitters, but I spent last night and the first part of tonight begging my fiancé to just talk to me, and to reassure me that I’m not going insane. I’ve also spent the last week fighting with my parents because, long story short, they feel I’m being too cautious in regards to COVID-19.
BUT WAIT! THERE IS FUCKING MORE!
My parents, and by extension,and mostly regarding my dad, have put my brother and myself on an insane, hard to follow roller coaster from hell since the moment my fiancé decided to pop the question last July. Last August, we find out that my mom was having an affair with a guy, but it was just talking, and mom and dad were moving into a two bedroom and working things out. Then, it’s “we’re getting a divorce” “no, wait, we’re staying together, but not living together” and then it’s “can you move just me back up to Nebraska this weekend?” Oh, it gets better! That was just September! October, dad stops by my office, in tears, because of elevated numbers in his liver, but they didn’t know anything yet, but he was still planning on driving to Kansas to meet mom to get his stuff back. We manage to talk him out of going, and then he ends up in the hospital and find out that he has stage 4 pancreatic cancer. Guess who had to take more time off of work to stay by his bedside and take care of his dog, and notify fucking everyone about what was going on? Guess how many times newly engaged Tiff and Jake got to hear the line “I really wanted grandkids” and have to act like it wasn’t a slap in the face or a knife to the vagina? Chemo started in November, he and mom get back together, but still living in different states, and December brought more hospital visits and more time off work to take care of dad. In January, we decided to move up our wedding from 2021 to 2020, so that dad could be there. He then decides that he and mom are done again, and he wants to stop chemo. Got that bit of news a couple of weeks before my birthday while over at my in-laws. Then he’s back on chemo and they’re back together.
And then...COVID-19, you sneaky little bitch. Because of COVID-19 we decided to push the wedding from June to August, and then move it from August back to an unknown date in 2021 and eloping for now, and we hadn’t seen dad for a few months. He’s hit that self destruct button and the blast zone is bigger than before. He’s convinced he and mom are done because she ‘doesn’t care enough to move up here to be with him’ [insert major eye roll here] when the fact of the matter is, she carries the insurance, and can’t move up here without a job. No insurance=no chemo. It makes fucking sense to everyone in the known universe except for him. Also, y’know how I said they feel I’m being too cautious? That all came about because I’m not comfortable eating inside a restaurant right now, and they want to take everyone out to eat after we elope. And then it turns into we’re asking for advice and not taking it, and I’m disrespectful and all this other bat-shit crazy things that leave me feeling like 1. This dude isn’t my dad anymore and 2. I’m extremely concerned that the cancer has metastasized to his brain, but no one is telling me anything.
TL;DR: dad has cancer and is making things difficult, I’m getting married in a month and work is no longer my safe space