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Sola Balisane
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It's okay, we're professionals. Fully grown. 3D sculpt and print enthusiast. The rest at discretion. Yes the net.goth one.
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Fear of the other is the disease of every human age.
"Violence comes from fear, and love drives out fear" should be such a simple, unassailable, straightforward thing to read, but in a world so saturated with fear and hate it's like a hammer blow.
This, from the Quakers, is worth reading. It's a serene, confident, utter rebuke of the hate and fear that's peddled by Sex Matters. The last two pages are smokin'. If you're on the wrong side of the Quakers, you really need to sit down and have a good chat with yourself.
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A recent post on regeneration of the large claw in fiddler crabs got me thinking about the rare double-handed males, i.e., males with two large claws.

Here is a good example of one on iNaturalist: https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/171933073

🦀🦑🧪 #Fiddler Crab
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it's only cucking if you feel shame about it, otherwise it's just sparkling compersion
I assume so because I hadn't really added to my list for a while, and since the gov.troll accounts joined I can't shovel fast enough.
The more I look at this thing, the more annoyed I am. How can somebody who supposedly has a teaching degree have absolutely no idea how people read and learn?

This isn't forcing people to go through effortful encoding. This is a forcing them to go through effortful enshittification.
My job: We're standardizing our documentation across clients! Hooray!

The standard template they give us: fuckin blows actually

I absolutely know that this was created by Mr. Clownstick Double-Barrel, who fancies himself a training expert but has the technical writing chops of a bland deviled egg
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Feast your eyes on Last Call's color script, a gorgeous and super helpful piece of production art!
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The world sees you. Now all you got left is random lashing out in hopes it goes back to way it was as you wither and die and the walls crash down around you. The spell is broken. Again. You're pathetic. Weird. And weak.
But they're not. They're just another mess for me to clean up on my own.

But he will have to deal with his, too, on his own.
But I know for a fact that because of that monster, he thinks that all the ways that he has fucked me over - all that he stole, all that he left, the nasty words at our mother's very grave - are some kind of retribution. Some kind of justice.
All of that being said: I truly do not know who the monster is that lives in my brother's head that bears my name.

She built it for him, and there is nothing I can do to destroy it.
She was very frustrated that while there are resources for elder abuse, there is almost nothing for caregivers who are being abused. Not so much as a group therapy club.

She was extremely kind to me during a dark time, and I wish her well still.
I was frequently told that other adult children didn't stay to take care of an abusive parent this way, and that they were shocked I did.

One very sympathetic nurse took great pains to make sure I had somewhere to go if I needed to leave the house, and tried her best to set up respite care.
Funnily enough: it was always professional caregivers that immediately understood the situation. They absolutely recognized the pattern of abuse.

They would nod and smile at her and make sympathetic noises, and when she was out of earshot, tell me how sorry they were that she treated me this way.
She tried to build me up as a demon in so many ways, but the only person it was ever really effective on was my brother, and that was because it was convenient for him to believe it.
I had screamed at and cursed her? She had spent the whole day doing that.

I hit and physically abused her? She had either actually hit me, or was frustrated that I didn't allow it.

I neglected her care or didn't do something for her? She had refused care or refused to allow me to schedule it.
With my mother, every accusation was a confession.

Every single time she told someone: a stranger, a friend, but especially my brother, that I had done something to her, it was something that she had done to me, or was frustrated that she couldn't do.
Which honestly squares with the extremely tight budget I've had to run for the last 10 years, but for like a year there, I had a little taste of discretionary purchasing power. Whoops. Too bad.
Now I'm wishing I had gone ahead and replaced a couple of other things at that time, too.

That being said, I'm Done with Shopping for the next few years. Other than critical purchases, it's a wrap. No new tech, no little treats: any discretionary spending is strictly for health or sanity.
At the end of last year, I rushed to make the major purchases I thought I would need in the end of year sales, ahead of possible tariffs.

Almost talked myself out of spending so much money (washer and dryer bc I hadn't had a working set for 3 years, phone, work laptop) but now it feels prescient.
It's so infuriating. Stuff that would have been free or very low cost to do if it had been done anywhere close to the correct time, is now taking weeks or months and costing thousands of dollars. All to cover one person's ass because he thinks I'm too stupid and evil to know or deserve better.
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Folks are asking what to do about the One Special Boy's AI vids and whether they should share them:

MOCK THEM WITHOUT SHARING.

This creates what an enthymeme, where readers have to SUPPLY PART OF THE REFERENT to understand what you are mocking. An enthymeme is the STRONGEST form of persuasion.