My #introductions post is coated in dust, so hi! I'm Pamela, I'm in my 30s, I have a pet turtle who is almost old enough to vote, some kitties and a sysadmin sweetie. I like trying to master obsolete skills, and I paint.
I've started trying to open up about #mentalhealth, most notably #agoraphobia, and I would love to meet new friends! I like #openbsd and #gameing and ecology and books and I left my STEM career behind but still enjoy learning about it.
Because mastodon.social is getting so huge, I'm making my move official!
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I like finding old notebooks.
This one contains:
-notes about a project I never started, this section labeled "digital compass" ("RBBB kit" and "3-axis Hall effect sensor IC" are all that isn't gibberish now)
-rudimentary instructions for how to participate in a fantasy football draft
-a grid, which I think I was using to schedule work hours for Kurt's students
aaaand a complete gravity controller respec + enhancement plan for City of Heroes! (with "add dimension shift?" at the bottom)
I spent too long looking closely at a bunch of paintings and discovered that one of my favorite artists regularly used two models whose feet clearly spent way too much time cramped into tight shoes.
I can't unsee that now, and I'm realizing he must have used them as models even for portraits of other women, and I know this guy was kind of mass-producing stuff but it's still annoying to SEE it, and now some of the backgrounds are starting to just look dashed in as an afterthought, too.
i don't want to hear about how "there are good men left!" because if you're not actively trying to dismantle patriarchy/misogyny in your life (media you consume, your own thoughts, things you allow from your friends and family):
you are not good. you are not helping. you are only allowing this problem to get worse.
I genuinely miss the era of people wanting to show their vacation slides at parties. A friend tells me about somewhere interesting he's been and I'm just like "I'll never see that in person; tell me everything!" but he's got, like, three pictures on his phone because it's all online already. Then he can't stitch the trip back together in his head to narrate cool coffeeshops or the pieces he really enjoyed at an art gallery or, like, the bird trying to eat someone's breakfast off a picnic table.
mental health ~, lovely sunny day!
(I shouldn't call that running. I used to zoom/frolic around the neighborhood and pretend like I was in shape enough to actually run, breaking into a sprint when I heard a car coming.
Mostly, I was hunting for that clover stuff you can eat, or trying to build endurance by jogging to every other track on the Tron: Legacy soundtrack, or listening to Patrick O'Brian audiobooks).
mental health ~, lovely sunny day!
It is very beautiful outside. I used to run around the neighborhood barefoot (well, in my adorable protective booties from before Zem sold actual "barefoot" running shoes) a few times a week.
I just had a sudden urge to do just that.
It passed. But it was a nice thought, and I haven't had that particular thought in a Really Long Time.
There's something viscerally thrilling about stories set in the *really* distant future, like 15000 AD (or 1.5 million AD!)
I mean, it's hard to process. But those are *so* far away. Obscenely far. Would humanity rise again after a fall? An unexpected civilization reign supreme, shaping the world?
People like us? No longer human? Still Earth? Still alone? Some kind of new bronze age, but instead of cracking smelting, people figure out how to reuse the plastics we left behind?
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