Trogsmaug

This delightful #bencongruity asploded the internet last night.

Of course that was only a tiny part of a very long convo thread. Bcuz THIS. Wait, hang on... Here you go, in case what you're reading on is having trubbas showing the gif. Well, it downloaded as an MP4, blogger (middle one) won't let it play because it's not a gif and it's not loaded as a vid. If it plays for you, awesome. If you're getting a gap on the first one, it's coming in from photobucket, it's loading. I think it actually plays nicer than youtube.

And of course, we've got to add those consummate Vs.



That can only make your entire week better. You're welcome.



So far I have unfollowed a little over 550 accounts on twitter. So far it looks like I've lost only about 55 followers doing that. What you guys don't see is nearly all the accounts I'm unfollowing unfollowing me right back, sometimes within minutes (holy cow, y'all, calm down) and more following filling up that growing hole, you know, kind of like the bathtub problem we used to get in middle school math. If water is running into a tub from a spigot at this rate, and draining out of the tub at this different rate, how long until yadayada, or what amount of water have we still got at such and such a time given this amount of time passing, if you like going a little deeper into your math cave. So the automatic thingy here really is misleading.

Anyhoo, in between chores and projects I've become a little obsessed with scouring my twitter out.

And trying to figure out how I messed up my lighthouse. This is /gamemode 3.

Selfie from the other day.

Learning about pressure plates and pistons. I stood in the way on purpose and even in /gamemode 0 it never killed me, just squished me out one way or another when the blocks slammed together.

Children are so precious. This one has no idea he's going to be bait in a very bloody zombie trap. Isn't he cute? He thinks Kai is hella cool.

Teaser. Bcuz I'm mean. One of these days...

Ok, need to focus. Big day today. Scratch that, huge day today. I see psyche guy first and I need to address the carnage issue from the other day. Then a couple hours later is neuro guy, because I need to address a growing neck issue, and hopefully get back into physical therapy or something. I'm used to numbness and pain and all that, just years of it, but the spot where PT broke down that hard capsule of scar tissue in between a couple of cervical processes feels like a fountain of numbness now whenever I sit a certain way, making my entire face go numb (laying down makes it worse), and then if I ignore it long enough it turns into burning pain and the nerve is just on fire and there's nothing I can do about it. This could all be part of continuing nerve healing, or... ?? It'll be up to neuro guy whether he wants to scan for changes and what direction to go next. Just crossing my fingers it's therapy, because that always helps. It's possible that I need to relearn how to move with that scar tissue out of the way and work on core strength in that area. Basically, it sucketh mucheth to intimately feel the inside curves of the bones in my spine going up to my head. (New readers- thrown out of a violently flipping vehicle years ago blahblah, lucky to be alive and not paralyzed kind of stuff.)

Srsly tho, I'm fine, not whining (too much), just a thing in the background of my life, and it's all good. Need to find some GO jam. Me & Kai irl.

Superbowl Semicentennial

Controlled crash turned into uncontrolled flameout, went from euphoria to super crab in two days flat, carnage everywhere, peasants shredded, blackened lumps where cottages once stood.

click pic for coolness

All the bacon in the world won't fix this. Oh, well. I was right, they were wrong. So I ate them. *burp*

Reset my stupid landscape to 125. "Some apps won't respond to scaling changes until you sign out." Facebook was like this.



Srsly, @bonenado wouldn't even sleep with me. I had a king sized bed to myself all night long. Oh, he's ok, I burped him back up. He doesn't stay eaten for long. Kinda like having him around. On reflection, I'm sure he doesn't like being eaten and burped back up... I have no emergency backup stuff for pie. Might be a delicate morning.

You. Must. Click. This.

Plan today- Introduce Jawn to the livingroom and work on stuffs while I watch Superbowl (and alt-bowl) live tweets. I've got stuff to make ice cream and nachos, and other Superbowl munchies will include caramelized brussels sprouts and onions with aged balsamic and parm, summer squash, and baked chicken. Life on the edge.

If the morning gets especially awkward and I venture into feeling particularly penitent, I'll probably veer suddenly into cleaning the floors or something. Amazing what a little deep cleaning can do for soul angst.

Ok, now we're just being silly. This next one clicks to a whole slew of weird pet stuff on pinterest.

Anyway, lotta stuff to do.

thatch roofed cottages

Everyone survive ok?

No? Don't despair, we get to assess our faults now, decide whether to resolute stuff, and then swing chaotically through the whole thing all over again, yay!

I need to start my end of year assessing, and the first thing I'm noting is that my phone is so old now (zoomed right past the plan expiration and into no man's land) that playing musical apps isn't working any more. I duked it out with facebook long ago trying to control my email, sent G+ packing even further back when it grabbed the controls thinking it was the user itself (good one, google), and lately had to give up toggling twitter and pinterest reinstalls, just in the nick of time as I got all the pix loaded over. I'm down to 19 now. Since I've been over 1000 several times, that's a feat of strength I'll dare to brag about for years to come, using my raw will power and manual overrides to sort and categorize instead of sending mass dumps to the cloud, like @bonenado does. I did use a card once, that was a joke.

Anyhoo, after wiping histories and caches galore *again* and several more re-uninstalls (I still dare not use force stops), all that is left is loading about 50 more vids to youtube, and I can sort them into the proper pinterest folders from there on the laptop. Most of this is family stuff, private folders, but just never got done while I had twitter on my phone.

And now that I'm at this final stage, I can't seem to get twitter back onto my phone. Yes, I've tried everything. I'm really good at my phone. I've always found a way. Until now. No matter what I do, there is 'insufficient storage'.

I think my only hope now is to erase phone storage itself and go back to factory default, but I have the sinking feeling that none of the data in my phone will be really gone then. I think when we exchange our phones back in, the company uses them as their property, so 'temp' files, like what I could clear off my laptop hard drive, still exist in my phone in a quiet place I can't get to. Analytics is huge now. User data is $$.  I think they pass this off as needing a new device and a new plan, and they collect what 'doesn't work' any more but is still very usable to them, even though they're so outdated that they're truly useless.

Long story short, if I want twitter on my phone again, I guess I must concede to being forced to upgrade. SO. Until we upgrade, which might still be awhile because we're stingy old people who wring every penny we can out of tech far beyond what it's reasonably capable of, I won't be tweeting every little thing in my life for awhile. Guess I'll have to burninate some peasants to blow off my steam.