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My reaction to Derpy being "underped"
My reaction to Derpy being "underped"
Once again, it’s time to go to arms over Derpy. This time, she’s being censored. Apparently, the DVD version of the cartoon is going to have Derpy’s famous eyes corrected.
Good God in Heaven… [or the deity of your choice] WHY?
Looks like if you can’t make the problem [the mentally disabled] go away, they’re going to pretend it didn’t exist.
So remind
Read more »Two more days...
It’s Wednesday. I promised myself that if my heel showed no signs of improvement by Friday, I would drag it and my sorry fat arse down to the local quack to see what they can do.
Besides, I’m running low on Seratide and I need a new scrip.
I also plan on checking what other rheumatism remedies there are. I was given some quinine-derived stuff last time by a specialist who wasn’t sure if it was
Read more »Disaster Cascade
I tripped on a chair, stubbed my toe, and completely bolloxed the heel of the same foot in the space of a few seconds.
In the process of hobbling to bed, I did something horrible to the opposite knee.
I need crutches just to get around, but before I got them, the rheumatism in both my wrists flared up and I needed to put my bracers on.
24 hours later, I’m not that much better.
My heel still hurts like
Read more »Imperial-metric mixer
That’s what I am. Even though I was born WAY after the crossover from Imperial [inches, pounds, etc] to Metric [centimetres, kilograms, etc] I still mix my metrics.
Why?
Well, I was raised by parents who grew up on Imperial and still carry around a little slide-rule thing so they can convert Metric to a system they understand.
I usually measure people in Imperial when it comes to body measurements, but I use Metric for weights.
It’s all
Read more »Ow times a googolplex
So I tripped over a chair last night. No big deal, you might think.
I landed on my massively bad bone-bruised heel. 92.4 kilos of me, landing on one small area [about two square inches, if you feel like doing the math. And yes, I’m completely bipolar with metric choices] and you can guess it hurt like fuck.
It still hurts like fuck today.
I’m limping everywhere, when I have to move. I prefer not to move
Read more »48 hours
That’s how long it took me to clear the sullage water hose so that it could be shifted for mowing. And I broke a part. Phooey.
It’s also how long I haven’t been able to do housework, because I’m red-faced and gasping for air. As well as rat-faced tired.
It is also how long it takes for my house to go to shit.
There are objects blocking the sink.
There are objects clogging the
Read more »I am now prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse
I finally got one. The essential item for every geek’s arsenal against the nigh-inevitable zombie apocalypse.
Yes! I finally got a hold of my machete.
Good old Annaconda. The go-to place for stuff you can’t get anywhere else because it’s a bit on the weird side.
Alas, ‘cause they’re a camping gear mob, they don’t have scythes. Phooey.
On the other hand, the blokes are off fixing the ride-on mower, so
Read more »Hello, bandwagon. Allow me to jump on you.
Hello, bandwagon. Allow me to jump on you.
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Farging roadblocks!
No, this is not about traffic.
I seem to be cursed to stay at or above 91.9 kilos.
I bounced back up into solid 92kilo turf, today. Grrr.
I’m so mad at myself and frustrated and tired and, to add insult to injury, my right knee has decided to join my wrists in the Painful Rheumatism Club.
Which means I more or less have to rely on diet alone on the days when it’s painful to move.
Read more »I'm looking for title art
If you’ve read my recently-published tale, Late Bloomer and have any artistic talent, please post or send me something.
I’m looking to share Late Bloomer on EqD and they like it when you have art for a title page.
If anyone, anywhere, loves the story enough to make some non-spoilery fan art, please send it to cat@internutter.org or even post it as a reply here. Or send me a link to where you posted it. Whatever.
Read more »91.9
That’s my weight, today[2nd Feb].
That’s my stumbling block.
Three times, I’ve got down to 91.9 only to yo-yo back up to the next kilo bracket. since I spend a week working off roughly a kilo, I watch those decimals like a hawk. Getting down into the next “kilo zone” is fast becoming an obsession.
Better make certain it’s not a dangerous one, then.
And in the Antiprogress side of
Read more »The Drops
MeMum used to call it “dropsy” when she was feeling whimsical. On other days, it was the “sadim"s [Midas spelled backwards]. Those days when everything around you seems destined to ricochet off the floor.
I prefer to call it "the drops” so people don’t look at me funny.
Mayhem has it this morning. He’s spilled seven different things towards the floor - including my morning beverage and the cat’s
Read more »The hazards of dog-walking
Before the weeks of deluge, I alternated blocks to walk the hound around. Let’s call them Clockwise and Anticlockwise.
And a couple of times, I even managed to do both.
That was before we evicted the Carpet From Hell [it wasn’t paying rent], the subsequent stint of bad asthma, and a rainstorm just short of another effing flood.
Now I’m back to one block until I’m absolutely, positively certain that my health is up
Read more »Inevitable Entropy
Entropy is defined as the state in which things take the least energy to remain so.
Water follows the path of least resistance. So do electrons.
And, apparently, so does house-mess. It’s very simple to observe. Especially in a house containing at least one hoarder.
Five people live in our house. Only one cleans more than their own mess. When that one gets sick or incapacitated… Everything is left behind.
The “not mine” mess piles up. It
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