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EVERYONE NEEDS TO LOOK AT HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON UNTRAINABLE THE STAGE PLAY RN

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Over at Theatre Aquarius today loading out a show.

Over at the Paint Department looking for ear plugs, when I noticed something.

If you know, you know.

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And yes, I'm alive, clearly.

In Sep-Nov 2020 I was posting about my Cross-Canada Isolated Covid Adventure and then just.

Stopped.

Which may have been a "hey, wonder if they died?" for anyone that was following along.

The answer is "no", but the cessation of creation was caused by an incident that still makes me upset four years later.

Short story: I had made it back to Thunder Bay, decided to do an Oil Change, a local citizen helped themself to my cell phone under the guise of friendly curiosity.

I had my data limited so I wasn't bleeding gigabytes in the middle of nowhere, and I had never got around to setting up Cloud Storage for my photos because I'm a technical luddite, so.

I lost all of my photos with that simple theft.

Photos, for me, are... I have a bad memory. Photos help me hold on to and remember moments. Photos bring me joy reliving experiences I'd temporarily forgotten. I had "plans" - "when I get back I am going to upload all these cool photos and stories I didn't share along the way!" And suddenly all of that was gone, because I trusted a stranger.

I was emotionally devastated. I hated myself.

Why hadn't I put my phone on my belt like I always do (it was sitting on a ledge with my tools). Why did I let him get in my personal zone (why would I think he was looking for something to steal). Why didn't I just tell him to fuck off when he was clearly a downtown vagrant junkie like the news always warns you about (because I want to be a good member of society who uplifts and supports people who get shafted by the system).

I'm still getting tight chested, four years later, writing this out, but it's been something I've been putting off and I needed to get around to to help process the grief.

I'd like to someday get around to sharing "the rest" of my trip, because HOO BOY did it have a few more exciting adventures and mishaps - Coming soon: Falling asleep on a Motorcycle and Crashing on a Highway in Quebec after riding for 22 hours - (spoiler I was fine, because of course I was).

I'm super sorry if any of the like. Two people who may have actually been interested in my hijinx and were following my adventure got worried at all. I had limited coping mechanisms to process the trauma and basically defaulted to "just walk away from it and ignore it".

Problem was, I love Tumblr, I love reading everyone's stories and thoughts and looking at art and learning about events and being exposed to experiences and lives and viewpoints outside my own. So as I was lurking and Liking and laughing and living through everyone's stories the last four years, it became more and more ridiculous to me that I wasn't taking part myself.

I love you all, I wish the best for everyone, let's do this shit.

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Got a group email today that a coworker had passed away. And I was being introspective on how that made me feel.

Sadness, because death is sad. But no grief. No mourning?

Being a Stage Technician who has a "permanent seasonal venue position" but also takes calls in my off season doing one-off concert load ins and plays in other cities - it's a wierd kind of situation to form friendships with co-workers.

In a way, having "Time Blindness" as one of my Neurodivergant traits helps make this even odder, because for me, I'll meet someone at a job, and then I won't see them for eight months, and that next meeting our friendship will resume as if it had only been a few days. There will be the obligatory "How's it been!" catching up, and then we'll fall right back into the "We are coworkers and we have a sense of each other's abilities and we are getting this job done".

Sometimes people I've worked with for years will get better job offers and move away, and I'll never see them again. And I didn't know that would happen the last time I saw them, just last week.

Sometimes people die, or leave the industry, or don't get their Covid Vaccinations and aren't allowed to work at certain venues, so I'll never see them again. And I didn't know that would happen the last time I saw them, two years ago.

I guess there's something to be said about not holding grudges, "yes, that guy WAS an asshole when I worked with him last time. Three years ago." But people change. And everyone should be given a clean chance to show if they're still that same person. It's pretty evident very quickly if the answer is "nope, still an asshole" or "oh, we had a talk and he apologized, he had substance addiction problems at the time, but he's been clean for over a year and now he's a much happier person".

The phrase that comes to mind - and it's not the right use of the word, I know, is Liminal. It's like. Every meeting could be both the last and not the last. Every parting at the end of a call could be 'Until Next Time!' just as easily as it could be 'Farewell Forever!'

Friendships and acquaintances flicker in and out of our lives like passing street lights, some we will see daily in our travels, some were only a momentary brightness in a detour of our journey.

All the more important to be kind, be respectful, and treasure each encounter, I suppose?

Farewell, Frank. It was fun working with you!

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3 transphobic arguments to be aware of (so you don't go down the alt right pipeline)

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Easily one of the most important videos I've seen since the election.

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One of my favourite bits of media history trivia is that back in the Elizabethan period, people used to publish unauthorised copies of plays by sending someone who was good with shorthand to discretely write down all of the play's dialogue while they watched it, then reconstructing the play by combining those notes with audience interviews to recover the stage directions; in some cases, these unauthorised copies are the only record of a given play that survives to the present day. It's one of my favourites for two reasons:

It demonstrates that piracy has always lay at the heart of media preservation; and

Imagine being the 1603 equivalent of the guy with the cell phone camera in the movie theatre, furtively scribbling down notes in a little book and hoping Shakespeare himself doesn't catch you.

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New phone wallpapers for the Rook that wants to take their companions on the go! 💜

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Be Kind

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There's a group that chuckles past where we live late at night, I delight when I hear them keepin' on.

a comic/zine about coyotes

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i think "it takes a village" shouldn't be just "to raise a child". we should understand it takes a village to do literally everything we do. all day every day. without our communities we would not have drinking water or electricity or clean streets or food or shelter or anything. we cannot do any thing alone. we just can't. and with that comes the fact that you are not alone. you already have a community, seek to be an active part of it, you will feel better. reach out and thank them, they're happy to have you too. i promise. it takes a village to live.

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we are ALL horse girls when watching the ride of the rohirrim at the battle of pelennor fields

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rb to tell ur mutuals ur fond of them

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Currently stuck in my head