#so i'm like ??? wtf so i go and check the document and no i'm not misremembering

[mishkakagehishka]

I hate the italian department bc they're so fucking italian (read: bad at their jobs and useless)

[gurggggleburgle]

i feel like neither mobei-jun nor Shang Qinghua showed up to their wedding dressed appropriately but for like two completely different reasons.

Mobei-Jun is the kinda guy to show up to his own wedding in the wrong outfit but not because of a lack of effort in the wedding planning. I feel he's more likely to have put effort into the wedding than Shang Qinghua on the principle that I personally think he's the more romantic one between these two screaming wet cats of a couple. I think man would get dressed for the day realize he has to get changed again and be all 'ugh but my shoes are comfortable now and my cape fits snug. It's fine I'm royalty they can't and won't complain'

Meanwhile Shang Qinghua did forget and is panicking. Man is like fuck I'm getting married now????? He can't remember where he put the robes and is amazed he can't find it. He's all 'it's fucking red. How hard is it to spot red. I'm colorblind right now goddammit!!!' It has yet to occur to him it's not in his room. He's going to completely miss the servants coming to get him dressed up. He's just running to the alter in his nicer than normal clothing and he forgot to wash his hair so it greasy.

But also... I in reality I don't think these idiots had a wedding at all. I think that they planned one and just mutually didn't want to put in the effort. Airplane didn't want the days off because paperwork and Mobei-Jun didn't want to be social. They courthouse married on a random thursday afternoon before lunch and didn't even sign the documents. I feel like society assumes they had a wedding. Like everyone is all 'I swore these two got married. I mean look at them' but no wedding technically occurred. They just say they're husbands and nobody has checked because Shang Qinghua is the demon world irs so it's not causing tax fraud. So one day Cucumber Bro gets a letter in the mail inviting him to a wedding and he's just so confused and he gets there and is like 'wtf'

And Qinghua with a shrimp hanging out his mouth eating from the buffet table is like 'I forgor'

[c-l-y-d-e]

There's a director at work that I technically report to but in the past 18 months we never actually had anything but the most minimal interaction. A godsend, because he (a) tells me nothing/copies me on no emails/shares zero documents (b) talks over me in meetings (c) asks for my input and then never actually wants it/uses it. ANYWAY. For the past two weeks we have been ~collaborating~ on this thing that's due tomorrow (it has not felt very collaborative)

Over a week ago, I pointed out that his approach didn't fit the criteria. Like, at all. A total lack of critical reading skills when it came to the requirements. It seemed so straight-forward to me, and he came up with some kind of complicated mess and when I questioned it, he justified with an incredibly vague rationale.

I tried to explain what I thought the customer was looking for, and rather than listening, he just started talking over me until I gave up. Cue me, emotionally and mentally checking out of the whole project. I mean, idk, he's been in the industry for 50 years, maybe that's how the client likes things. Maybe they just do things differently. But based on my experience, if I presented something this far off base to a customer, I would be flat out rejected with an annoyed letter, if not ripped to shreds with a follow up complaint to my boss. I'm from a different industry, but it's tough and made me nothing if not neurotic. ALAS I'm a newbie here, what the fuck do I know?

FAST FORWARD. the corporate lawyer reviewed it last night and said "wtf this isn't what they asked for". Director is huffing and puffing and trying to explain it. Sales guy is going to have an aneurysm. It's due in 36 hours. I'm going on vacation in 30.

I am enthralled. I am so emotionally divested from the outcome. I cannot wait to see how the meeting later today goes.

[not-goldy]

So I am accidentally dating a dude now

Part of me wants to go with it part of me is scared and worried I'd be stringing a good person along while hurting my partner in the process.

It's three days....

He's been working with my company for about three months now. Tall, dark- won't really call him handsome. But he dresses really sharp and looks corporate and shit- I like that about straight guys not gonna lie.

Personally I don't look at a dude and say boom I have attraction of any sort for them but I do find some guys viscerally physically attractive if they look fit and strong and ESPECIALLY WELL DRESSED.

Kinsmen type of well dressed dudes, if you know what I mean.

Now in all three months he worked with us, we barely exchanged words other than if we run into eachother or need to exchange files or documents.

But he did always stand out to me because he's really really well dressed, drives an expensive car, wears expensive designer shoes watches and suits. He's mature.

He'd be roughly around 35.

I recall whispering to a work colleague he's probably the best dressed dude to work with us in a while and that's about all the interest I'd shown in him.

Flash forward 3 months later, his work is done- well not done he has to go to our other branch to work from there so we had an office party yadda yadda yadda.

Now tell me why this gentleman walks over to me bumbs shoulders, smile when I apologize and says it was nice working with you and then says "I really admire you you know"

I responded and said that's cool I admire you too.

In my head it's the truth cos while I don't find him exceptionally brilliant or eloquent I do admire his sense of fashion.

Guess what? I go home Friday night and I receive a message from him stating,

"thanks. You won't regret it. I promise."

I text back lol confused af cos like what??????

But I don't hear back from him and so I brush it off.

Now why is this guy suddenly calling me two days in a roll to check on me, ask about my day, and when he can take me out on our first date when he gets back

Is that how yall move?

I'm talking to the straight men on here-

We don't play wtchall huh.

Now I'm here Googling how to break up with a guy I just met.

How to explain to a straight guy I'm gay

It's giving me sleepless nights.

Wait am I cheating on my girlfriend now wtf

[vergess]

What's covered by "prose editing"? Do you mean editor's services for articles and original work, SPAG for school work, beta-reading fanfiction, workshopping shitposts, what kind of services are we talking here?

I've edited for each of those media (primary and secondary school; fandom; shitposting), as well as the following:

Technical manuals (Chicago and Microsoft styles)

Newspapers, including strict character limits (AP style)

Copy and editing for research journal submissions (style provided by journal)

Print and digital magazines (style provided by publisher)

University level creative writing composition for short stories and novellas

Novel editing for slush submissions and indie publishing

The specific skills I have on offer include:

Spelling, punctuation and grammar (English-US and English-UK)

Developmental and structural edits

Content editing only for styles or fandoms with which I am already familiar, or for which a style guide is provided.

Redlining and line edits, with fact checks only for non-technical writing

Proofing, including print and digital proofing

Now, for readers who stared at "SPAG" for a second like "wtf does that even mean," here's some extra clarification on what those services are.

SPAG (spelling, punctuation, and grammar) is the most basic type of editing. It can usually be done by a computer automatically, though MS Word's grammar checker is notoriously bad.

Developmental edits are focused on helping the author decide their audience, conform to or break genre expectations, and develop the broad order of story elements.

Structural edits are focused on achieving the goals from development as effectively as possible. In fiction, this is the point at which cuts tend to start, with smaller characters being merged into single, more prominent characters. In technical writing, this is the point at which you determine things like the order in which data will be presented, what needs to be in the introduction rather than methodologies, etc. For writing manuals and documentation, this is the point at which you determine the specific categories and organization you will be using.

Content edits are what most people think of when they think "editor." This is the point at which the finished draft has been organized to the author's satisfaction, and the editor proceeds to go through it looking for style and factual errors. A style error varies based on the medium: something correct for a software manual in MSWG would be wildly wrong for a school essay in MLA or for a fanfic about Supernatural.

I consider informal manuals like Britpickers' Guides to be sufficient for most things in fandom, so if you have anything like that, then I'm happy to do content edits for unfamiliar fandoms too. However, if I am not familiar with a fandoms' canon, I cannot fact check the piece for canon compliance.

Line edits are sometimes called "punch ups" or "redlining." It is not related to the art technique or financial racism law. Line edit is the more common name. This is the point at which an editor goes line by line or paragraph by paragraph through a completed piece to adjust phrasing for maximum impact. If you've never seen a redline for text, here's an example of a redline I did last year:

None still living know what once sat where Refinement now rises from the Bismuth sea. > None alive yet know what once sat where Refinement rises from the Bismuth Sea. Rumors and speculation abound, but the one accepted fact is that the city sprang from the singular will and vision of one woman: the Founder. > Rumors abound, but only one truth is known universally: the city sprang from the will and vision of their singular Founder. No other figure in Refinement commands the same admiration and reverence. > No other figure in Refinement’s history commands more admiration and reverence. Though her name, age, and even species are argued over to this day, some details of her origins and mastery of the stuff of the Bismuth Sea are yet agreed upon. > Her name, age, and even species are as lost as whatever came before the city. Two pale shadows of her legacy remain: the myth of her origin, and the legend of her mastery over the chaotic tides of the Bismuth Sea.

Proofing is the last possible stage in editing, and occurs immediately before printing (traditional media) or publication (digital media). It's your opportunity to double check the piece for minor typos you missed before.

For print media in particular, it's extremely important to proof thoroughly. Once the book is printed, it cannot be changed. And worse, the process of composing a draft into a printable format can introduce errors, with hanging words on blank pages, or words cut off entirely!

For digital media, this is a less mission critical stage, as you can always correct the piece after it is live. There are two major exceptions to this: news writing, and school work. In both these cases, because the damage done by incorrect proofing is high and the opportunity to issue a correction is low, you should always proof schoolwork and news, even if it is submitted/published digitally.

So!

That's all of the editorial services I can offer!

Honestly, seeing it laid out like this, I think $10/1k words is a steal.

[kaytrawrites]

Observation Log #1 - July 2021

My source post, some context, more context (this account is my writing account. the one in the first linked post is my main) (latter two courtesy of Lem Demonadelem)

Started transcribing my observation log so those whose mcyt Ranboos are going through a similer thing don't feel so alone.

Table of Contents Log Below

28.7.21

Something is wrong with my Ranboo. He suddenly retreated into his bedspace and curled up in a little ball.

He is ignoring my attempts to coax him out. I’m calling the local Wildlife Rehab Centre. Hopefully they know whats going on.

–

So the Wildlife Rehab Centre knows fuck-all about what’s going on. Officially panicking now.

–

Called a friend cause I couldn’t calm down. 

They told me to call the MCYT doctor in the city. Called them. Told me to bring my Ranboo in tomorrow. Appointment is scheduled. Said to keep track of if anything changes overnight.

Way calmer now.

Gonna keep an eye on Ran tonight.

29.7.21

WTF WTF WTF

Woke up this morning. Went to check on Ran and his back had split open. I can see pale flesh inside.

Oh god.

Gonna bundle them up and get them to the doctor ASAP.

–

Appointment over.

Doc was mystified. Said that while he’s seen other mcyts do something similar, he’s never seen documented cases of a Ranboo breed doing that.

He looked Ran over and said that health-wise, they’re perfectly fine.

He suggested offering damp towels to make the shedding process easier. Since they’ll be only damp, it shouldn’t cause issues with their skin.

I really hope that it isn’t the start of something worse…

–

Home now.

Set up the damp towels. Hopefully this works.

30.7.21

I-

I'm so confused.

I woke up this morning and I found a stiff dry husk shoved into a corner.

I called out to Ran, fearing the worst.

Something that wasn’t my Ran crawled out of the bedspace. They had one of the blankets wrapped around them.

Instead of the pretty black and white coloring, they are fully pale and their hair is this dishwater blonde. They look like those cooking-video Ranboos?

He responds to me just fine. But. That’s not my Ran.

I took a picture with my phone to send to the doctor. He hissed at me.

–

Doctor called me back. We have another appointment scheduled for tomorrow.

Keeping an eye on the observation cameras tonight.

31.7.21

Woke up this morning to Ran scratching on the wall with one of their pens.

They were writing something.

Something about ‘pacts’? And ‘1974’? I also see ‘1984’ in places too.

–

Currently at the doctor’s.

They didn’t fight me when I moved them into the carrier.

Waiting for the appointment. He is scribbling away in a notebook. Gonna have to take a look at that later tonight when they fall asleep.

–

Doctor said that he can’t detect any concerning variance. He was still able to locate Ran’s chip, and it’s still got my data.

It’s my Ran. But it’s not.

Doc took blood. Ran was not happy about that. Doc will call me tomorrow with the results.

Idfk man. Gonna quarantine him when I get home. No guests over for 2 weeks. No taking them out for 2 weeks.

Gonna miss seeing the others at the mcyt playgroup.

[youwearfinethingswellwriter]

Over 1000 comments on the fic - thank you so much!!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

I don’t… I don’t even know what to say, or where to begin. I just can't believe it. I can't even.

When I started posting this fic, purely because I didn't want it to gather dust in my documents folder, I was hoping that at least one other person out there would enjoy it. I did not even imagine getting to this point.

Even in my wildest dreams, in those imaginary best-case scenarios, I never imagined having more than 500 comments, my replies included! 😭😭😭

Thank you so much to everyone who’s interacted, whether it’s on almost every chapter or just on one, whether it’s paragraphs of reactions (you know who you are <3) or just a few emojis, thank you so so so much for reading. Your feedback and reactions are what keeps me going!

And thank you also to the lurkers who do not comment. No pressure, thank you for reading!!!

That being said, my DMs/anonymous asks are always open if any of you don't want to comment directly on Ao3, or if you have requests, especially for the sequel (or even for one shots) - the possibilities are endless!

Also can we talk about how my fic is the longest Haladriel fic on Ao3? Wtf. What even is life 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 I can't believe it (my fingers disagree though. My index finger is killing me. Typing - checks notes - over 1.7 MILLION characters in just over two months will do that to you 😩. Wait till I break it to them that I'm writing a full on sequel. Yikes 😅💀).

Anyway, here's another out-of-context snippet of the next chapter!

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“Just checking your reflexes,” he said.

She gave him a little smile. “Are they adequate?”

He smiled back. “More than adequate.” He swayed towards her, breathing heavily against her face. Him panting so close to her like that was almost enough to make her cave in.

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[marmotsomsierost]

Me, at 1644: hm, we're down to like 9 people in the ed and only 2 in lobby. Should i take my 30min meal break?

Me: nah, i'll go at like 1730 or so

Universe: bet

Me, at 1720: eh i'll go now i guess-

Fast track RN: hey can you do a walking boot on (pt)?

Me: sure

Me: ....where the *fuck* is our brace cart

Surgery RN: it's here

Me: that's not our cart. It doesn't look right.

Surgery RN: well if it's ours, i mean as long as you know to have them fill out the form, it doesn't really matter.

Me: i mean yeah but i just- we don't use the tall boots, there's none of the regular boots.

Charge RN: that's our cart.

Me: but it- (i spot a short boot at the very back of the cart, turn the cart around, it looks like it's supposed to) -okay it's our cart nevermind.

Charge RN: *cackles*

Me, at 1735ish: okay *now* i will go on b-

PA: hey can you chaperone a pelvic with me real quick?

Me: ok

Me, at 1740ish: i'm gonna- okay there's three EKGs suddenly ok cool- Hey (other tech) you wanna split those?

Me, at 1747, walking up to the computer to (finally) document the two boots and a sling i've done so far: okay! I'm-

(Slow pan over line out the door in the lobby)

Me: ....sigh

(There is some incredibly frustrating stuff that happens in the next 30min that i am redacting bc if i write it all out i will be back into murder everything mode and i want to go to bed)

Me, at 1818: okay. EKG done. I'm going on break.

Me, at 1819: fuck i forgot to file the forms

Me, at 1820: okay! I'm-

Charge RN: hey did you do that ekg at triage?

Me: yeah. It's not clearing? Lemme go check the machine, maybe it ate it

Me, standing in front of machine, the misty ominous fog of hindsight curling around me: god fucking dammit, (triage RN), your bullshit pissed me off so badly i fucked up my routine

Me, at 1822ish: hey, RT, can you fix this mismatch?

RT: yeah, but I'll need you to find Minadonat

Me: yeah, a- what?

RT: mine adonat, you'll owe me

Me, baffled, exhaustifrustangrisappointefused, about .9 microns away from running for the fucking hills: i don't know what you-

RT: a donut. I want a donut.

Me: ohhhh. I didn't hear- i don't have any donuts. I have- i have some calamansi lime candies?

RT, clearly trying to hold his laughter: no, no, it's fine, i'm walking, I'll be there in a second.

(RT and i go over the mismatch info, he's like yeah I'll fix it, might not go through til morning but it's fine, and I'm like ok, lemme go get a copy first)

Alert overhead: stroke alert, stroke bed, eta 8 minutes

Copier: lmao bitch you want me to go faster? Babygirl you should NOT have shown fear

( i show the doc, explain to clerk, ask her to scan it in to chart so it's at least there until rt can fix it)

(stroke arrives. Other tech is still placing yet another fucking walking boot so i get ready to stick w/ stroke until he can take over.)

Me, 1836: oh we're feisty. Wrestle time.

(Side thought, are they just not teaching how to control joints and extremities in medic school anymore, or did i learn it in martial arts and just forgot it wasn't from school, bc wtf)

(Somewhere around 1850 or 1900 or so a *second* stroke alert sounds, which is just so great when you gotta restrain and sedate and intubate and THEN get the pt the fuck to CT)

Me, 1925ish: okay back from ct, pt back on monitor/vent/etc, but other tech is now tied up with the other stroke so i gotta stay back here

Me, 1950: okay! Gonna run up to triage and tell the triage nurse i'm taking my-

ED Clerk: hey can you do this ekg in 8?

Me: a second one?

ED Clerk: it never got done, or it's not in the chart at least

Me: i told the doc! I gave it to the earlier clerk to scan in since RT is definitely not gonna have the time to fix it tonight. Hold on, i'll go check when exactly that was-

ED Clerk, 1954ish: it's fine, it's there, he forgot

Me: cool

Fast Track RN, 1955: can you do another walking boot? (continues talking about how they had to redo a splint and fit a sling while i was gone with the stroke and how they think they got it right but they wished i was there to do it)

Me, 2016, trying to figure out why the fuck the boot isn't fitting right without absolutely losing it in front of the patient or reducing their confidence: let me start over here, make sure the liner is seated properly

Liner: hey i'm a size large in a size medium shell

Me, internally: how the FUCK

Me, externally: that's. Creative. One moment, i need to the right size LINER for the shell

Pt: really? But it was sealed when you brought it over

Me: i know! It's great to have some ✨️creative mystery✨️ to liven up your day!

Me, almost done with the boot: ok, so here's the instructions, please sign here-

Charge RN: where's M? Who's got that EKG out front

ED RN who can see me from their position: M's doing a brace fit

Other tech: oh, you're back from break?

Me, trying to hold crazed grimace back via slightly less unhinged smile: i never went! I'm almost-

Other tech: oh i got it! I'll get the pt.

Me, like 2020 maybe, idk, wtf is time at this point: okay. Chart the boot, fix the earlier ekg time charting so it's more clear, then i's a lil ridiculous to take my break with an hour left in my shift but wtfever

Triage lobby, 2027: heyyyy look what i got, yup, it's a line out the door!

Me: okay. Fuck it. You win, universe.

Patient, 2043: hey where is the charge nurse. They said they were gonna come talk with me and they never did.

(This is the same patient who, when it was patently obvious that two critical patients had showed up within 15min of each other bc the activity level and population/distribution of staff drastically changed, said the doctor had to come see them now because they'd been waiting for 40 minutes, so i am assuming they want to complain about that. Which'll be entertaining bc the same nurse who went in to say the doc would get there when he got there bc we have two patients we are stopping from dying, and if you are ever waiting long for a doctor it's a good thing because you are not dying IS the charge nurse)

Me: i can go see. What did you need? A ride? You don't need the charge rn for that. They'll call up if they can get one. Did you ask for one from your nurse? No? Okay.

Me, to charge rn: hey is this pt getting a ride?

Charge rn: no. (With a distinct vibe of hell no) they said they had family coming. We specifically charged their phone right here (points at desk) so they could call their family.

Me: ok

Me, to pt: yeah there's no rides available, sorry. It's kinda how the system works. Taxi? I can get you the number, but they basically never have cabs, but you can use-

Pt: no, that's okay i guess. My family is coming they're just 20 minutes away and i didn't want to wait.

Me:

Me:

Me: okay

(I walk back to update charge rn)

Me: i hate everybody

Charge RN: wow, we got M saying she hates everybody, you know it's bad

Me: they wanted. A ride. Because their family. Is. TWENTY MINUTES AWAY.

Charge RN: yup, sounds right.

Me, 2121: i'm filling out the time sheet for missing my 30 and i am going the fuck home

Other tech: hey thank you for staying late! No, no, i'm kidding. Thank you for your help though!

Me, 2138, at my car, having extricated the cat-pee-bag i shoved under it to avoid hotboxing my car with cat peeover the course of the day: you know? Fuck it. I am booking it over to the dutch bros before they close at 2200. I started today with cat piss on my work bag and it went somehow DOWNHILL from there.

[always-me-meha]

Manipulation. Trust. Document Proof. Bipolar mind problems.

This guy tho I love him to hell but the manipulation shit scares the shit out of me.

He has all the power to flip the script and I'd have to believe and trust him yenno?

But cause my mental illness I'm very..... convincable that this memory didn't happen or it did, or it went nothing at all like that. Or I'm just seeing shit, overthinking ect ect. Circle of trust is hard guys.

I'm not fucking mentally inefficient yet! Like yes my memory is messy..... and agh when in psychosis for a fact I do believe shit with confidence i am right, when indeed im wrong 🤦‍♀️

Besides that point, I'm not in psychosis. I'm a memory hoarder by this tumblr posts, messages, journaling, snapchat memories, videos and pictures in general and even items around my room. It's like I see it........ I can visually remember that whole moment if not day like, I'm back in time reliving it for the moment. So fucking weird. Could be something I forgot to never think of again and it's like oh!? You.....

Anyway anyway. Fucking caige man, pro liar. I think he's a good gaslighter as well ME ASSUMING FROM OBSERVATION and previous tactics he's used on me lol

I've never been stupid, just didn't fall for it till grrr the sexual attraction hit lolol now I'm fucked. As again this man I knew to be wary of sometimes (can't remember why... ah I think taking advantage for free weed all time back in the day, guilting me ect ect ect)

Like shit. It's scarey. Cause like the fact he still insists I came to him first when I know damn straight didn't go that way. Another example was yesterday he said I wouldn't shut up if I got my phone back that I'd start reading outloud lol. N sure shit I was reading he said, fucking lies! I made sure I was quiet as possible typing on tumblr. Not to bug him. I didn't speak till the sun came up and I let the dog out. But he'd be like you cooked ? You need to check your memory?

That's what fucking bothers me. Idk maybe his memory off to n that's fine we both brokey haha

Just I really hate someone trying to convince me something that I know the damn truth of how it went down. When I know I know (which is complicated when mania or psychosis gets involved.... even tho now I'm self aware enough it tricky to concince me. You can do minor tricks on me like moving an item in a different spot lol but yeah)

Like once again I document almost everything. So I can easily look through my journal or phone and pretty much bam evidence PROOF I'm right. Usually never challenge me on something I'm confident I know lol

Random vent to is when fuck he tells me not to worry about my mum over something if she never said anything, that'd piss me off, I know my MOM BEST. DONT TELL ME NOT TO WORRY OR PANIC lol

My point is I wanna have a faith and trust in what you're telling me is correct and I can be oh okay..... I believe you. But what doesn't sit with me is when in my gut I know this fact is not true.

God dammit caige. I'm only having an issue cause that was just yesterday you were doing it to me. What happens when it gets to the point I DONT REMEMBER he can fully control that..... I want a man that respects that part me sigh.

There was one time I argued with my friend if he got a new truck cause something was different lol I argued like hell, your bullshitting me, this isn't the same truck. Like I felt mind fucked. Sure shit it WAS his same truck.

So see people can be right...... but that's how easily my brain flips from I KNOW FOR A FACT OR MY FRIED BRAIN IS SAYING IT KNOWS .

I just scared my man will idk..... make me his puppet. Wtf bruh. I had this convo with about being his puppet. And I found an old of saying I was mums puppet. Ah shit balls, I think I'm dating a version of my mom.

[dangerouslyclosetothesurface]

Thursday

I'm back! Gotta update the bike blog because I hate when other blogs suddenly drop off and die. Haven't been biking much lately so nothing to report, but trying to get back on the bike now.

Things I did that I haven't posted:

August 2023 biked around Portland, ME and mid-coast Maine

March 2024 biked to Hakone in Saratoga

Adopted the Mamachari, which was found abandoned in front of the apt building. Fixed the rear flat and now it's my work bike. It has no controls for its electric assist, but it has a rear rack and a front basket, so I just use it as a very heavy (unstealable) single-speed bike when I need to transport plants and such things. It is not easy to ride any grade over 3%. On every other terrain it is fine.

Today we are back in Queens doing a casual ride. Strava here. It was very hot today.

First we went on 20th Ave towards our bagel spot, but Nate went too far and passed it and by then we were at ConEd and we were like let's keep going I don't care about bagels right now. Then my chain fell off right as we got into Astoria Park (at 20th). We biked through AP and then of course we had to ride to Socrates Sculpture Park (it was closed at that time), then doubled back to get on the Triboro Bridge entrance (rode behind a stinky schoolbus for part of that), finally got on the bridge, then crossed to Manhattan via Ward's Island Bridge, which was VERY gross and trashy :(. I would once again like to reiterate how I have previously failed to bike this bridge due to steepness, and this is very much a thing of the past. HA HA!!!!!

After that we went downtown via 2nd Ave and I hated it because too many mopeds, ebikes, potholes, they were repaving from E49th to like E42nd ugh, and too many peds not paying attention who had to be yelled at LOL. We went all the way to Katz's because Nate wanted a pastrami (at 8am). Then I got angry about being in that neighborhood (too hectic!) so we biked across Houston and went on the WSH to eat the sandwich.

Sitting and eating pickles and pastrami looking at New Jersey

Little Island aka Diva Cup Park

Then we kept biking up WSH and went past 125th! Which I've rarely done (the few times documented on this blog for sure)! And I stopped to learn about the Little Red Lighthouse. Nate missed it because he was busy climbing the steep part that comes right after that. We both had to dismount at the next steep part immediately following that.

Then we kept biking and saw that pillar thing that I used to have a photo of on this blog until TinyPic shut down:

Then we kept going until the path led us to this place, and we biked along it until it dead-ended. We also tried to go the other way but it was another dead end. We saw a groundhog! It was moseying along next to the path. I tried to take a photo but it ran away.

What seems to be the end of the WSH bike path?

We got off the WSH bike path, went on Dyckman, then Harlem River Drive (where we saw volcano-mulched trees!!!!), then stopped at Holcombe Rucker Park, and wiggled our way over to the Bronx. My chain fell off for the second time while going towards the Madison Ave Bridge.

After that, finally got back onto Randall's Island where I tried to blast up the ramp up to the bridge. Just checked my Strava and I am literally 1 second slower than my PR and I HATE it!!! wtf!!!! So close to beating it. I knew I could've kept accelerating, too. Dammit.

Then stopped at Lidl for snacks before going home. I had a Zoom interview. (It didn't go that well but who cares.)

After that, we went back outside (Strava here) to go to Kickstand Bicycles and buy pedals/get my chain and potentially chainring replaced. Riding down 2nd Ave for the second time today, yuck! Still too many mopeds. My chain fell off 11 blocks away from destination. Ben and Andrea remembered us and also said the chain would be fine if I just tensioned it by pulling the wheel back. I still bought a bunch of shit from them in case I need it in the future and because I like to patronize their shop. So now I have a spare chainring and chain. I'll bring the cog and tools I have in SF next time I'm here and make the upgrade. Oh and I also bought a front brake :( Yes I am here to admit defeat because it's supposed to rain this weekend and I am not trying to die if my skids or footbrake fails in unfamiliar territory.

Then rode back home; stopped at Athens Park, another must-visit fave.

Who knew this was an actual gift from Greece to Mayor Giuliani (I guess anyone who bothered to read the plaque. It's a good gift.)

Also couldn't resist attempting 75th St Pop but I was 2 seconds slower than my PR! Ugh I will try again.

Anyway we logged a bunch of miles today and I am not that tired but it was very hot today (which only sucks if you stop moving) and I am very sticky from being sweaty and accumulating dust.

[edotfightme]

The Harder Path That Could Have Been Walked

So I'm doing a live reaction to my own 10,000 word fic that I forgot I wrote. Link here. You'll probably have to read the fic to understand my reactions because I am not keying them to each part.

A lot of this is me complaining about my own writing.

Let's go!

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What the fuck are these tags? WHAT DO YOU MEAN KIND OF???

Why did I tag sad racoons?

Wtf do you mean "don't summon void dragons" why is that in the tags???

I finally got past the tags.

This is a lot of worldbuilding in the notes let me check how much. 540 words of worldbuilding in the tags alone.

Wtf where did I find that language what does it say?

I can't understand a single word that was said before it translated to English it doesn't really work for an effect like I clearly intended. Plus the paragraphing makes it hard to read.

Bruh the first part was badly written we're starting off strong.

Oh shit, I started recognizing the second part. Ish. Holy shit it's like a core memory was unlocked. I remember thinking this was super cool. Let adult (questionable) me be the judge of that.

Hang on I think I realized why the hook was so shit. I was trying to keep his identity hidden. Still sucked though but good on you younger me. Still too many paragraphing issues. This was before I sorted those out methinks.

Holy shit Technoblade was still alive when I wrote this. Just had a moment while I thought of it.

Eww more text I can't read. Gonna scroll to the bottom to see if I translated it. MF I DIDN'T TRANSLATE FOR EVERYONE???? Where is the fic on my computer I need to figure out the translation- I'll finish this first hold on.

Lmao Tommy got put in his place. Should've put some sort of descriptor on the text so people knew how the Piglin was talking and which ones were talking. It's too intuitive.

"What are they saying?" I wanna know that as well Techno.

I just looked for the document and couldn't find it. The meanings will be lost to time.

Oh shit I forgot about the racoons. I gave Tommy a ton of racoons. That must be the sad racoons I mentioned. Wtf am I going to do with a bunch of racoons???

I wish I didn't press 'enter' so much jfc. Learn to write a paragraph little me. Number 1 thing I'll tell myself if I ever time travel is to write a god damn paragraph. This is exhausting to read.

Ewww I forgot about "pog".

Lol he scared the shit outta everyone you go kiddo!

The references to the bits are actually pretty funny though. I just wish I could understand WHATEVER THE FUCK THE PIGLINS ARE SAYING!!!

Also the lack of racism in this book infuriates me. Don't get me wrong, I don't condone racism, but could they be just a tad bit more racist to properly set up that they are the bad guys. The cult stuff isn't enough. We need to really hate these guys. TREAT THEM LIKE SHIT!

Lmao Tommy just had a moment where he's just fucking experiencing a past life. Which is mood. Like when you're walking in a crowd and you lock eyes with a familiar stranger and you stop for a moment to stare, wondering who they could've been to you. But then the moment shatters and you're left standing with the broken remains of what could never be.

The pacing and plot convenience is shit though (where is the racism? The foreign and silent curiosity of who you are?) let me just continue the fic.

I WANT TO FUCKING READ THIS FIC NOT A TON OF GLYPHS! The whole fic will be like this god dammit. I didn't realize this was my era before I learnt how to write foreign languages.

Haha. The random moment where it's just gibberish and then "fuck".

For those of you who aren't reading alongside me, here's piglin dialouge for reference:

"ᛟᚺ! ᚺᛁ! ᛁᛟᚢ ᛊᛈᛖᚨᚲ ᛈᛁᚷᛚᛁᛊᚺ?! ᛏᚺᚨᛏ×ᛊ ᚷᚱᛖᚨᛏ! ᛗᛁ ᚾᚨᛗᛖ ᛁᛊ ᛉᛖᛈᚺᛁᚱᚢᛊ!"

wtf does that even say???

"... that good old pogtopia look in his eyes" what was younger me smoking???? I can picture the exact expression but jesus christ kid are you alright?

Why the fuck can Phil speak english? Are they all speaking a different language? What is happening right now?

"The door to their cell swung open and Mr "Goes missing and freaks everyone the fuck out but is fine since he joined a cult" runs in." Holy shit little me you fucking killed him.

"Don't worry mate you won't be sacrificed." What kind of reassurance is that? I know it's like that on purpose but it's terrible. The unknown is scarier than the known. That's what I was banking on with Sinners.

"Eventually, Wilbur stopped looking like he was 5 minutes away from war crimes and now looked like he was 2 seconds away from war crimes for a different reason." I'm sorry but these quotes are something else. Where is the comma? You could've made this a beautiful paragraph but it's just a sentence. DESCRIBE THE ANGUISH!

Which corner is Wilbur staring at? Shouldn't he just like... glare at Phil with murder in his eyes? Also why is Tommy the attack dog? I get that Wilbur is roleplaying a drama club goth but shouldn't Techno logically be the protective one here? Or them all trying to shuffle each other behind themselves like some weird fight. And Phil's just standing there confused and vaguely exasperated, like it's someone else's emotions.

Don't make me rewrite this fic I don't want to touch it again.

Lmao them being so distracted by roleplaying drama kid goths and they forget to escape. Most realistic thing I've seen so far.

WAIT THIS IS ME PRE-PANIC ATTACKS THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH.

Plaininnit lol that's actually a good one. Also why are they answering? Make him fight for the info you muppets! But the mental disorders though.

What was the point of that entire prison scene? It looks like it served no purpose. It didn't move the plot forward at all! It just served to show us that Phil can also speak normal? Like- we could've had that later?

At last, a piece of dialogue I think I understand! The X must be an apostrophe then.

Why is Wilbur speaking in percentages? I should've had Techno's chat run a poll and the odds not looking too good.

Why is Phil in the cult council? Did I explain that? Idk if it was in the worldbuilding or later...

Why'd Tommy also shout in another language? What is with younger me and making reading difficult? I can tell why this one was so poorly recieved, nobody wants to translate a book to read it.

Eww I used "snapped" twice in the same sentence.

Why is Tommy suddenly mute now? I know I had a reason, I just can't remember it.

Hang on I gotta scroll up and read some world-building rq.

Wait fuck what is the techno quote??? oh right- "WELCOME HOME THESEUS!" Just got to the part where Tommy mimes his name across.

*to the music of where is the justice* "Where is the pacing?"

Why the music memory thing? I know what I'm meaning for the audience to ask themselves but why did I do that? I should've introduced that later on. It would've made a better plot.

Lmao the warped fungus bit was funny though.

Bruh I nailed the creepy elder thing on the head. I don't know why I'm just good at writing sleazeballs taking advantage of kids (not sexually, just in a way that grates uncomfortably against the reader). I don't know where that comes from.

WAIT I THINK I MIGHT'VE REMEMBERED A PLOT POINT! Are all of Wilbur's snakes lavaproof? Is that why I had the scene?

Oh that is disgusting what is wrong with you little me? I should've tagged cannibalism. It feels like cannibalism.

The pandora's vault Dream being grounded bit is funny and I live for it. Little me had ideas. Offputting ideas but ideas.

Lol Elder took the jukebox.

This is so uncomfortable to read but not in the way an Elder scene is. Just Phil thinking that Tommy's eyes being red means he's happy but it's fake. And Phil hating it when Tommy's eyes are blue is just tragic. Because it comes across as Phil hating it when Tommy is himself and then he's happy when Tommy wakes up brainwashed but Tommy came to him for comfort because he was fucked I just- Little me you are one messed up kid.

HAHA He named Cat "Dream" because it envokes bad memories.

Oh wait that's what the beneath the surface intention was. The surface reference was that the colours reminded him of the people.

Phil dropped Ancient Debris on his foot. Wouldn't it be fucked up if Mojang added a weight limit in Minecraft?

KRISTEN!!!!

The typos in her description though... I want to cry.

OMG KRISTEN IS HIS THING! That's actually adorable though. Little me knows how to make me aww.

More Techno vs the Warped Fungus bit I am living for it.

What is with the blue and red strobe lights that are Tommy's eyes? What is wrong with him? Little me? Explain?

Wait why is everyone just vibin in the castle? What's with that? Also Phil being a moron for Kristen and she's just being a little shit. Dream joined a nether fortress as well lmao.

Oh that's what the warped fungus bit joke was for. So he could still be lava-proof.

BRUH WHY DID I WRITE THAT??? I SPOILED THE PLOT TWIST!

Wait why are we singing ten duel commandments? Did I organize the ending to that song? that sucks.

OH MY GOD I WROTE A CHILD GROOMER??? Holy shit that is foul. I was a child when I wrote this. What the fuck? No wonder why I was getting the heebie jeebies. I literally wrote the Elder as a character that is grooming Theseus.

The wills part was so out of place idk.

Double use of worried kill me now.

Oh damn the Phil and Kristen scene hit. That one definetly didn't feel out of place.

OH SHIT I didn't expect Phil to pull Tommy out of his ass. The jail scene looks important now.

They found him. Chat. It's only a matter of time.

Aww trauma babies. Them all being so traumatized that they're fully on alert and watching for fireworks.

LMAO SHIT HITS THE FAN AND PHIL DIPS WHAT A CHAMP.

Also the fact that I'm pretty sure the Elder was placing Tommy into a drugged trance and basically hypnotising him is fucked up. Younger me you are messed up.

Kristen's entrance was pretty darn good. Like the crows being death and just everyone and everything knowing who exactly is gracing their halls is terrifying and excellent.

Philza for the save finally! Let's go!

Lmao Techno's mates at the Bastion being right bastards and telling the gossip I am living for it.

OH shit, the author notes at the end. The entire flock was there. Damn, Elder was not escaping with his life after grooming one of his kids.

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And that's it! I hope you enjoyed my commentary on my 10,000-word book. I actually found it enjoyable to rediscover my own book. I can understand how other people got put off by it but after slogging through the dialogue I couldn't fucking read it was a decent story. A few issues but overall a fun experience.

[secretcherimaybe]

I do have an kinda answer for this, I don't know how serious you were but I have some ideas and stuff.

Time is your Bitch, (care for it but whip it into the shape you want!)

So like, 8? Years ago? I dunno. I was having a absolute breakdown. I was on the bus on my way home, flies in my brain, I suddenly stopped. Walked to the nearest book store, bought a planner, then regained consciousness and was like WTF just happened? My body was totally possessed by the devil of organization? The angel of lists?

So I sat down with my notebook and kinda turned my life around.

Obtain a cute ass notebook and pen and stickers. You can also ise an app, I'm using the Finch app right now but I've done notebooks, apps, planners, whatever, it's fun to try new things.

Really think about and Write down everything you would like to do on a daily basis. Not just shoulds or have to, everything you would enjoy, projects you are interested in doing, daily hygievpne it's hard to remember to do ect ..These are your priorities Examples: cleaning, eating, getting dressed, checking virtual pet, feeding flesh pet, ect...

now you can decide how to dedicate time to these tasks. Experiment with aesthetically pleasing numbers, or solid reasonable numbers, or weird fandom numbers.

get a timer app, stand up, stretch, take a swig of treat liquid, and put on something to listen to. Look at task number one and only task number one, set the timer, stop faffing around and get to it, if you need to take a break during the activity go for it but don't forget your still doing that task. Just like everything else in life this takes practice.

This is a living document, you can change this as you wish. Start small, earn your own trust. Or try to do everything you can possibly think of and see what your capable of. Change it everyday and find out a lot about yourself.

So really,

what is it you want to do and how much time do you want to spend doing it? Try different things, experiment, fail, reward yourself, practice.

When first starting out be detailed. Waking up at a time, eating a specific breakfast, brushing teeth, go to work.

Really contemplate your personal priorities. How do you want to live your lif?.

Currently I work from home and I morph my daily list around my work so my list looks something along the lines of:

1. Exercise

2. Clean

3. Garden

4. So every other day I split this hour between either bathing & knitting or Journal & volunteer work (if I don't tell myself to bathe I will forget. My volunteer work is writing letters to senior citizens. But these are things I would like to do but just don't have time to dedicate an hour too so I split it up.)

5. Read

6. Project

7. Hobby (I have an extended list of hobbies I am interested in, so I will spend a week doing a hobby, then the. Next week on another one, so it's a rotating carousel of things. Currently I am catching up on some webcomics).

So this is my current list and it has changed a ton over the years because again your list is a living document and can change and grow and shrink as you wish.

Time is your Bitch, (care for it but whip it into the shape you want!)

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tumblr how do i do time management

[reapcrbunny]

Hello. Okay. I'm going to start writing here again but there are going to be some ground rules for myself so what happened two months ( or more, considering I do not know how long people had been simmering for ) ago does not happen again.

These are as follows:

My Rules have been updated. The most important parts are at the top and the rest is down below it. Most of it has had a rehaul so it would be appreciated if it was read. This includes the Fast Track document with the Important without formatting.

Am I Following first anymore ? No. As in my rules above I will not be following first anymore, at least for awhile. To say this is a " friends only " blog would be laughable due to the bridges burned in April that I've no one to blame but myself. If you are currently following me seeing this wondering wtf i'm talking about please have a gander at my receipts blog which, last I checked, has updated information and testimonials ---- in saying such, if anyone has queries or concerns or questions just ask. Additionally: if you are following me prior to either this rule or my return from hiatus and would like to unfollow - please block me on your way out!

Letting others follow first gives opportunity for people to curate their own spaces and me not getting in the way of that. If I have my slice of the space where its 3 people, fine, as long as no one else has to see me and feel like I am invading their portion of the RPC or forcing them to leave because I am writing here. The decision making being in the other person's court also assists in me knowing 100% what the other party would like to talk about.

I am nuking 99% of my relations here as I aim to steer away from pre - established relationships as they seem to often get me into trouble with my assuming or belief of where the relationship stands or where it is headed. If you want one anyway, plotting is a must ; I will not budge on this.

Like above,  the intent now is to try and write with more of a focused setting in terms of what content I start out writing.  To keep my eagerness to write certain types ( romantic and some pre-established relations ) of genres or relations to a minimum til a baseline has been set with individuals that feel comfortable with me first so there is no possibility of a breach of boundary.  Whether believed or not, I want everyone to have fun, not just myself or others to feel coerced into writing something with me that was chill at first and then became less so - additionally I aim to be more attentive on character content as I have been at fault in past for not paying attention to updates concerning character developments.

Like above, again, I will very likely question if people are comfortable or alright a lot. As no one is obligated to tell me when things are funky, I will be taking the step to ask, often, if content is comfortable -- and be more proactive in noting if things are not as it might be said. While I apologize if it gets annoying - I will not know if there are issues unless I ask.

Thanks. Be good people and I hope y'all have been well and enjoying the 6.4 patch.

[booksandabeer]

okay you mentioned your exessive reading lists and the notes you take on them about the fics you chose and that has me intrigued, like what is the process behind this, how do you categorize, what do you note down, do you grade them? I'm kind of a bit obsessed with the whole idea

Hello there, anonymous person!

Thanks for the ask--sorry it took me so long to answer but I was travelling and didn't have access to my computer. As previously established, there is in fact a method to the madness. Not so sure if there's a method to the method though. Let's see!

I'll put this under a keep reading thingy because: long and text-heavy (surprise!)

I think the most important document--and the one that I always keep up to date--is the Masterlist (that's actually the name of the document). This is basically a giant spreadsheet with multiple tabs that helps me keep track of all the fics I have completed (I have separate lists for DNFs, WIPs, and currently--to my great shame--four (!) TBR folders with lists organized by priority) sorted by year and month. I posted screenshots the other day and I made sure to make them small enough so that no one can decipher any actual names of authors or fics. See, what I write into all these lovely little columns there is really meant for my eyes only. Because I do grade fics and sometimes I get a little snarky and write little mini-reviews. But. I would never, not in a million years, show up in an author's comment section and go "this aspect of your fic was good, this other one, eh, not so much. Bit of a shame, really. 5/10." It's really a tool for me to help me jog my memory when I'm looking for something to rec, reread, or simply check if I have read a fic before or not.

But just to give a short overview, what I track/categorize in the Masterlist: type (fic or series), title, author, pairing, word count (and I aggregate the total for each month and year), post date & read date, kudos & comments (i. e. have i left any? good way to track "outstanding" comments), rating (1-10), verse/genre (e. g. canon compliant/divergent, modern AU, no powers, pre-war, Shrinkyclinks, etc.) and finally, the most important one: description. That last one is where everything else goes, from short summaries, to favorite lines, to little memorable details to positive and/or negative comments about the fics. And sometimes that can turn into a rather long text and sometimes it's just "mangos in a bowl". I just scrolled through the spreadsheet for this year and here are some fun facts...well they're fun to me...

month with the highest/lowest word count: June (1.360.738 words total, haha, wtf?) and December (178.357 words total, but tbf, I had hardly any time to read and what I did read was/is mostly WIPs and those are on a separate list)

highest/lowest word count per individual fic: 111K and 791 words (I only track 500+ words fics); longest series comes in at just a little over 330K.

highest/lowest rating: 10 (there is only one 10 this year, but a few 9s and 8s, which is still really good because I'm stingy with high ratings) and a 3 (which is really rare because I hardly ever finish a fic that's below a 5, but I had read and liked other fics from the author so I kept going, hoping it'd get better. It did not). I also have one fic with a '?' rating, which is for a fic that started out spectacularly good and then went completely off the rails in equally spectacular fashion, so no clue what to rate it.

Ok, that's it for now. I hope this answers your question a little bit and wasn't completely boring? And yes, I do realize that this is all very silly, but it amuses me and I enjoy doing it. Other people do embroidery. I make lists.

[desolateice]

Uh KK3 I hate to keep picking apart your logic but it’s called the All Valley Under 18. According to the wiki Daniel’s birthday is December 18, 1966. Which means he’s 18 the first time when he competes against Johnny, and so he’s 19 for the the tournament in KK3 because his birthday comes before the annual competition, so he shouldn’t even qualify right???? Should he even have been able to compete in the first one? I guess because it’d just been his birthday he must’ve been in the clear for that one. But still. Technically between the illegal kick in KK1 and being 19 for KK3 he shouldn’t have won either of them? What do I do with this information? I guess set it aside for a future CK fic. But Daniel...technically you shouldn’t have either trophy. 

[chinchillasinunison]

cool I can use this as an excuse to talk about it now 😎

okay, so basically, a little over a year ago (and can I just say wow it does NOT feel like I've been writing this for that long, I just checked my document creation date wtf), I was mulling over my regrets over the execution of my first HISverse fic. really, I don't think it's bad at all, but the sorta "trope subversion" I was trying where it was mostly the aftermath of your typical body-swapping misadventure meant that like.... you just didn't see the main things that make those types of stories fun. and I was kicking myself that I "wasted" such a fun premise (along with other poor narrative choices that I don't really feel like getting into atm).

but then I remembered, hey, this is fanfiction, I can just write something with the same premise again because who cares. so that's what I'm doing! it's different from that first go-around in multiple ways, however. firstly, it has no connection to HISverse. I realized how much more fun it would be if this was how they "met" and found out about each other's importance to Kiyotaka instead of them already having an established relationship, so that got nixed pretty much immediately. secondly, it actually focuses on the difficulties they both face navigating each other's lives. that means a lot more fun character interactions! third, my writing skills have improved a lot since 2020 so in my opinion it's just much better in general lol.

so yeah, that's all I have to say. it's over 14,000 words and nowhere near finished yet, but it's coming along nicely and I can't wait to share it with you all!

have I ever posted anything about my WIP Takaaki-Mondo bodyswap fic on here yet