#personal logs

[spocksgotemotions]

listen if you want weird but poignant retellings of classic works, you don’t want a movie. You want a college theater program’s shakespeare adaptation put on by a man who does coke in the bathroom with students

[marlinspirkhall]

My mum: a few years ago I had a counselor- who wasn't that helpful in the end- but she started laughing while I was telling a story and said "I can't believe how many personality disorders there are in your family"

Me:

Mum: Which was news to me, because I thought I was telling a story about the most successful woman in our family

Me: I just feel like spontaneously joining the nunnery should have been a sign, right?

[immedealwithit9855]

Post Sewer Vent Upgrade (And Post Everything Else)

Lair Log:

04:42 EST; Friday

The Lair is quiet. Good. Silence means no one is actively on fire or trying to sell my inventions for "pizza money." Thankfully my systems are legit. No one can hack me even if they tried. Or, as Mikey proved last week, accidentally overwritten with a 400GB recording of a reality show about people who marry theme park mascots.

Logical reasoning for handwriting: The brain processes information differently when the motor cortex engages in fine motor skills. It forces linear thinking. My thoughts, left unchecked, run in seventeen parallel threads at once. This slows them to a manageable crawl.

05:12

Started the morning calibrating the Lair's secondary water filtration system. City upgraded their chloramine levels again. If I don't compensate, the humidity in here will trigger Leo's allergies, and he'll blame it on "dust from my projects." False. The dust is sentimentary. I catalogued it.

Side Note: Chloramine reacts with copper piping. Or pipes are mostly salvaged brass from a 1940s boiler. I should synthesize a chelating agent. Or steal it. Stealing is faster.

Great, I sound like a criminal. Journaling is mind-boggling sometimes.

06:30

Ran a diagnostic on Shell 5 (my laptop). The fan is making a sound at 412HZ, that harmonic from a misaligned bearing. I fixed it with a drop of sewer machine oil from April's emergency kit. She'll never notice. I left a note in binary on the kit's lid. She'll notice that at least. She'll pretend to be annoyed, Then she'll smile. I logged that as a "social variable confirmed."

Note to self: Don't analyze that any further. Not productive.

07:15

Breakfast. Instant miso soup. Calculated the optimal microwave time to avoid boiling the delicate umami compounds. 47 seconds. Raph walked in, glared at the microwave like it insulted his weight, eating a cold hot dog. He called me a "nerd" again. He thinks I can't hear. If only these guys understood the value of enhanced hearing. Whatever, his comments don't surprise me anymore. Just like Mikey's flatulent problems don't faze me anymore.

08:00-11:30

Primary Project. Integrating a phased plasma relay into the retro-mutagen synthesizer. The current iteration takes 18 hours to process a single viable sample. That's unacceptable. If Leo gets hit again, we don't have 18 hours. We have minutes.

Problem: The relay overheats at 89ºC.

Solution: Submersion in a non-conductive coolant bath. I'm using mineral oil harvested from three abandoned transformers in the old Metro-North tunnels. The math checks out:

Heat capacity of mineral oil: 1.67 KJ (kg・K)

Required dissipation: 450W peak

Flow rate:0.3L/s

I built a prototype out of a fish tank pump and a repurposed coffee urn. Mikey saw it, asked if it was "caffeinated mutagen." No. Michelangelo Though now I'm considering the psychoactive properties of.....No. Focus.

Side note: Mikey's comment during the explanation: "You've been watching Flubber too many times."

Younger Siblings and their primitive opinions.

11:45

Small explosion. Not a real explosion. A " rapid unscheduled thermal vent." The pump's impeller shattered. Cause: microscopic fatigue fractures from previous use. The pump was from 2003. I should have stress-tested. I wrote myself a disciplinary note in a margin. Harsh but fair.

12:15

Debris cleaned. Burnt mineral oil smell like a deep fryer having a crisis. Raph shouted from the dojo.

"You okay in there?"

My response,"Yes!"

"Liar!!!" He replies back. Agitation setting in with my less than intellectual beefhead brother. Often times I wonder which one of us got dropped the most at birth. Raph or Mikey.

For sanity sake, the jury is out on Mikey.

Raph comes in and sees the blackened coffee urn, turns to me,"Ya need betta junk!"

Then proceeds to drop a box of salvaged hard drives on my desk. No note. He just left. That's his version of saying 'I Love You.' I recorded the coordinates of where he found them for later analysis.

Whenever I get to it.

13:00-15:30

Switched to a secondary task while the soldering iron cools. Re-coded the Lair's motion sensor grid. Right now, it treats Mikey as three separate intruders when he does that spining thing on his board. I've written a new algorithm: Intruder/Non-Intruder/ Orange. It now correctly identifies him as 1.2 threats instead of 3.0.

*As hes typing away, he realizes hes pulled a Double-D move in his dairy logs*

Hehehe, silly me. I apparently logged my more enhanced thoughts in the incorrect section of my monitors.

Translation for my brothers who happened to get this far: I opened the wrong folder for my diary entries.

How embarassing.

End Log

@uniqueoutlierblog

[sentientgopro]

Realising I'm trans has given me a really weird relationship with my current appearance. Like yeah, there's the obvious part of hating how I look now because I'm not a girl, but I have hated how I look for a long time. I used to think I was just ugly, but now that I actually know why it is that I don't like my appearance, it's let me better respect how I look now. I don't think I look bad anymore, I just don't think I look right for me. I still feel dysphoric, I feel ugly, but I don't think I actually am. I'm wondering if other people have felt the same way as this.

[cyberstan-civil-broadcasting]

I have to admit, listeners, its been a weird couple of days.

It's been real nice hearing from everyone again, but... Damn if I don't wish it was under better circumstances. To all my fellow citizens currently experiencing the invasion on Super Earth first hand, we're all hoping for the best out here.

The Helldivers and the SEAF will come through for you.

They have to.

[ask-the-anomalous-linguist]

Ash: "Loafers."

[foodcu-be]

I want to salute all Proconsul D'Tan enjoyers liking my simp posts and memes I see u I love you

[o5-the-progeny]

Progeny [signing to herself]: "I am never going to remember how to spell that."