#Thess is a motherfucking adult
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Thess vs Boxing Day
I did chores! Laundry and the small amount of dishes that were in the sink and a trip to the shops! I entirely did not want to do chores, but I did chores anyway! Because that is what motherfucking adults do!
I mean, honestly, I think the only criteria of being a motherfucking adult is that you do the things that need doing. Bills, chores, stuff like that. Beyond that, adulthood's what you make it.
I am currently defining "adulthood" as "a bag of Cheetos was my first food of the day and now that the laundry's in and the dishes are done and the Cheetos bag is in the garbage, I am going to sit here in my jammies and eat leftover cake and play video games ... as soon as I can decide which video game". Because being a motherfucking adult apparently does not always come with working executive function.
Happy Boxing Day, anyway.
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So, this was gonna be my new Kig V2 logo, but I have “trying to make it” brain and I appreciate that it was a little to clean and artsy and tribal and not “alternative underground hip hop” enough, so I went with the rougher, low-effort draft.
I love them both but having your hand forced on seemingly meaningless decisions (because if you don’t nail 90%+ of the opportunities that God / Algorithm throws at you then you will flunk out) feels very...uhh...what’s a word for being forced to do things you don’t want to...um...
SEE AND NOW IM JUST SITTING HERE OVERTHINKING THIS POST
I USED TO BE ME
ME IN THE RAW
NOW IM TRYING PURPOSEFULLY TO BE MARKETABLE ME
AND I FUCKING HATE IT
AND THE REWARDS ARE PALTRY
its like
u put 10 bucks in to get 10 cents
the exchange value here is BULLSHIT
no wonder people who are even halfway successful in this world all seem to be hollow
but to ascend to the next level, what do such husks even have left to give?
is this where luck just plays out?
coincidence?
im sure some people genuinely like networking
just like some people genuinely like killing people
though, it is easy to see in the latter example how this is a warped state of being, manifested through traumas upon traumas
But what of the former?
Is it not the same?
Do we all just force fit our soul into the system, and lie and tell ourselves that it’s the same thing, that we like it?
You like it! :) You like it! :)) YOU like it! :DD You LIKE it! :’D You like IT!!!! :)))))
I always thought it was hilarious when people told me as a visual artist that I should get into graphic design.
Like, yeah, I want to go to school for 400 years and suck people’s ass for the rest of my life so I might luck out and use a math program to make a perfectly symmetrical logo for some international Old Boy’s Club for enough money to have the Premium Select Plastics and Yummy Yummy Deluxe Oh You’re Such A Good Boy! Sustenance Menu for the rest of my life.
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BUT I DONT CARE! Just saying.
Nah I’ll erase that...erase that...and that....maybe that...maybe ill save that one for later, actually...no one else gotta see it, just me....just me
actually
Actually nah, nah nah nah, that’s some pussy shit, nah nah nah, im a cold motherfucker, im WOKE, im a grown ass adult tsh...nah nah nah, we getting rid of this old shit
So TRASH
So CRINGE
CRINGE! CRINGE! CRINGE! CRIIIIINNNNGE! CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE ICKY ICKY EW EW GROSS GROSS GROSS STOP STOP STOP STOPS TOPST IOST SOPST SOTP
[Are you sure you want to post that?]
[You can! :)]
[But uhhh...if you do...we gon ZUCC! that shit!]
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Type type type type outside take a pic! So they know we’re outside
Take a pic! So they know im a good person
Take a pic! So they know i have social value, im not alone, people enjoy me, they buy my stocks
(not that i care!)
Take a pic! So they know im BALLINNNNN
Take a pic! So they know im...humble...tee hee!
TEE HEE!
(AHGVKHDWLUEFIGKYULJ CUTENESS IS NOT TO BE A TAWDRY ACCESSORY TO------
bro, shut the fuck up!
*audience laughs*
bro...eeeeee....damn bro...what do we even do with you??? like TLDR, bro, damn bro, eeeee...
*audience laughs*
you belong [REDACTED]!
*audience applause*
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Haven't gone back to the Forbidden West yet. May save that until there's less sunlight - either because more cloud cover (which is on the way) or because night-time approaches (which is going to be awhile because it gets dark late here once you get past, like, mid-April). Or at least until I get bored with waiting and close the drapes so that the sun glare off my monitor doesn't mess with my gaming. But the last couple of hours have been at once really nice and rather painful. Because, again, fibromyalgia sucks. So: the problems and small joys of my afternoon.
I went out on Friday for some bits and pieces and noticed that the big Tesco had a massive sale on these Itsu-brand cup-o-noodles things that are made from rice noodle instead of wheat noodle? So I can eat them and not get glutened? So I had that to look forward to already.
Just as I was boiling the water, doorbell goes - it's my mother with the promised treats from North America. She'd asked me if I needed maple syrup or anything, but I'm pretty good for that at the moment but I did ask for more A1 sauce (because nowhere in this benighted country sells it) and some Sour Patch Kids - the one remaining sweet from my childhood that I still really enjoy and can actually eat (Coffee Crisp bars would be up there, but ... again, wafer biscuit, gluten, *sob*). So she comes upstairs with my good-sized bottle of A1 sauce and a bag of Sour Patch Kids the size of my head. Apparently her and her best friend Michelle (who I've known since I was a kid - she's kind of an honorary aunt - so I have two Aunt Michelles, but the blood-related one goes by Mickey) discussed getting the watermelon ones or these lemon ones I hadn't even heard of, but Mum knows I'm a bit of a traditionalist about that stuff and I'd want the ones I've always liked. And then they both saw the huge honking bag of Sour Patch Kids and said, "THAT'S THE ONE" so I have Sour Patch Kids for awhile.
(For those of you who follow me and also live in the UK: yes, I know you have those here too. It's just that the consistency of both the gummy and the sugar is wrong and you have blackcurrant instead of blue raspberry and strawberry instead of cherry and they're fine for what they are but I want the ones I liked when I was eight. In a shop where I don't have to spend £3 on a dinky 50g bag.)
Anyway, I settled down, had my rice noodles, and got a fairly pleasant surprise in that my grocery delivery arrived a little earlier than I had anticipated. Minor issue in a couple of substitutions and the complete absence of my coffee. Buuuuuut I had designs on going out tomorrow anyway and I've got enough to get me by. But I have all the fixings of glorious dinners and various savoury snacks and fruit. Honestly, it's the fruit that feels most like the splurge these days. But I require vitamins even if I take the multivitamin tablets and if I'm going to snack on fruit, it has to be fruit I will like. I have a mango of just the right degree of ripeness, some Pink Lady apples, some clementines, and some green grapes. Omnom.
Going to let it be a relatively easy day today, though. Corner shop, fairly simple dinner, video games. I need to save up some spoons for the eventual charge out to actual shops tomorrow. Like, ones that sell things like clothes. Sometimes you just need more trousers.
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Thess vs Cauldron IOTA
Well. That was ... more than I was expecting it to be. I mean, the Cauldron too, but also just ... everything I ended up doing the last few hours. Sometimes Horizon Forbidden West is just ... chasing campfires is like chasing related links on Wikipedia - it never ends, and it takes you to places you don't necessarily expect.
Right. Big crevice through there, maybe that'll help. But I'll approach from above because something's going to be guarding...
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand you're all standing just out of view. Fine. I will jump into this bush and then I will quietly murder you.
Ah, here we go. Wow; this thing's a fair bit more heavily guarded than the last one. Maybe they used beasties to give us the problems instead of just ... accessibility?
Okay, they're using both, but this could be worse...
You want me to do WHAT?!?
First attempt: failure. THIS IS NOT MY FAULT I WAS PRESSING THE BUTTON AND ALOY WOULD NOT JUMP GAH I HATE THIS. Well, at least I didn't die-die. I guess those few Survivor passives I picked up were worth it.
Second attempt: Success! Okay, now can I finally go into the Cauldron? THANK you.
Right. What's going to come at me? Rollerback, if I remember right. What don't Rollerbacks like? Purgewater? Acid? I'll go for one of each. Why not? I craft traps; may as well use them.
Oh the traps were a good thing because that came out of nowhere so lemme just step out of the way so I can shoot when it's weakened from--
...Did ... did I just one-shot a Rollerback with an acid trap? I mean, okay, it was an advanced acid trap, but... Wow. I should set up trapped sniper's nests more often.
Right. It couldn't be that easy, could it. Now, how do I get down without dying? Okay, here we go.
Wait.
Waitwut.
Waitwutno.
AAAAAAAAAAAA!
Okay got through that first time! Great! Now ... onward to clearing ... debris ... off a Tallneck head.
Okay, so I am supposed to just jump on its head. Okay.
So I just ride this head to-- Oh, FUCK OFF!
First attempt: failure. And actual death because I didn't prioritise the one with the ranged concussive blasts that can knock me off the damn Tallneck head. AIM BETTER, IDIOT.
Second attempt: success! Managed to one-shot everything, so that's good.
Right. Compared to some of the jumping puzzle shit I've been doing, this is easy. And I actually get to climb the Tallneck this time! I used to get a bit stressed over those, but seriously - compared to some of this shit? EASY.
TALLNEEEEEEEECK! And that just ... unlocked ... everything I'd already unlocked through exploration anyway. But never mind!
Okay, collecting campfires I missed last time and I think there's some greenshine and a data entry around here somewhere--
Wait. Wut.
Where the fuck did this Thunderjaw come from, and why the fuck is it charging right for me when I wasn't anywhere near it?!?
...Wait. Does that say APEX?!?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Okay. Fine. That's done. Greenshine. Sommeliers complaining. Stuff.
GO AWAY YOU LUNATIC MACHINES I WAS ONLY TRYING TO HUNT OWLS.
Look, Chargers, stop staring at me; I was only trying to shoot the damn goose! Okay, fine, you die too.
There's a ... Tremortusk out there? I WANNA SEE-- Oh. They're saving that for boss battle or something, aren't they. Boo.
But at least there's greenshine behind some firegleam and... Wait. Did that just give me the option to catch the salmon? Like, with my hands or something? I may have preferred shooting them but this'll do! POUCH UPGRADES!
Right. Question mark over there and... Oh. Rebels. They're probably guarding a campfire or something; lemme just get those out of my way and--
Oh.
I just ... started ... a rebel camp side quest. By accident. Oh well; never leave a job half-finished!
I really love it when none of them get a shot off at me. More tags. I will figure out what those are for eventually. Maybe even without Googling it. (I lie - I will almost definitely Google it because the curiosity is killing me.)
Okay. Right. Yes. I really need to log off now. Just lemme get to a shelter and-- YES! POUCH UPGRADES! Fine, it's regular ammo only, but I'll find moonfish eventually. AND I got to upgrade my short-range combat bow, because one-shotted Rollerback!
So a day in which I got stuff done, virtually speaking. Hell, I got Motherfucking Adult Stuff done too; took out the garbage and cleaned out the fridge in preparation for the groceries arriving tomorrow. This month has some gloriousness; there's going to be roast chicken and roast pork, and I am going to boil the chicken bones for stock (with herbs out of my very own little balcony-and-windowsill garden), and the leftovers will probably go into a jambalaya-ish sort of thing, or maybe a couple of batches of risotto. And I have fixings for chilli, and for bolognaise sauce. Add some gluten-free breaded chicken fillets (for lazy chicken katsu curry) and some of the long-life usuals (tinned tuna and frozen broccoli for the tuna broccoli lemon pasta, stuff like that), and with the occasional stop for fresher ingredients, I will eat well this month, and possibly on into next month.
I also treated myself to some coffee ice cream and fixings for French toast, because Being A Motherfucking Adult means you can have treats if you want them. And it's been a hard week.
#Thess plays video games#Thess liveblogs Horizon Forbidden West#Thess cooks#Thess is a motherfucking adult
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Thess vs The Shopping
Things I picked up today:
Antihistamines (still waiting for it to kick in)
Mallet-meds (fucking fibro)
Regular pain meds (see above)
Antacid tablets (symptomatic hiatus hernia that it's easier to just medicate than repair)
Feather duster (for getting the cobwebs out of the upper corners and the dust off the extractor fan in the bathroom)
Carpet and upholstery freshener (mostly for the bathroom because WHO THE FUCK CARPETS A BATHROOM?!? plus the cold tap on the bath leaks if I turn the cold up too high so there's a damp carpet smell and things need freshening)
Fruit (apples and grapes, 2 for £3 - I remember when those used to be 3 for 2 at that grocery store, and it wasn't that long ago. Brexit has fucked us)
Meat (well, prawns and salmon, plus some pork loin steaks, 3 for £10, a bit of a splurge but a good bargain because pork's another thing that got waaaaaaay more expensive post Brexit)
Rice (microwaveable, for a treat, and also because there was a bit of an overflow issue with my homemade sticky rice yesterday and it involved having to scrub starchy water with additional hard water issue off my stupid glass-topped induction stove and I don't feel like doing that again)
Gluten-free chicken nuggets (because I tried making my own chicken katsu for a late dinner last night and noooooope can't be having with that today but I do have leftover Japanese curry and I want katsu-equivalent to eat it with before it goes bad)
Treats (500ml bottle cola + peanut butter cups)
I also took out the trash on my way out, and dusted the ceiling corners and bathroom extractor fan when I got home and had put everything away.
Then I freed myself from the tyranny of clothes, snuggled into my new nightshirt, and am now just sitting and waiting for both the regular analgesics and the antihistamine to kick in so I can play video games that require some actual precision.
I devoured the peanut butter cups immediately but my cookie tin is full of fancy fudge I ordered on the recommendation of a Facebook friend, so I'm good for treats.
That's the thing about being a motherfucking adult - everything in moderation. Even being a motherfucking adult needs to happen in moderation, and occasionally offset by "FUN TIME NOW". Or at least "rest time now".
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Thess vs Spoon Deficit
This is going to be one of those points where I’m just not okay with this disability bullshit.
I mean, I cope, for the most part. I like to think I cope. Sure, I complain a bit, but I do shit. I get on with my life. But there are some times when the spoons I need for “Eh, I’m pretty much used to it” just aren’t there anymore, and I just wind up with, “Why me?” running around in my head. It’s self-pitying bullshit and I hate it, but it feels like a pretty valid question. Even if I know the answer is “There is no ‘why’; shit just happens”.
Hell, especially when I know the answer is “There is no ‘why’; shit just happens”.
I’m tired of needing a cane. I’m tired of having a pinched nerve that would have just been an annoyance a few years ago fucking cripple me for three days, because my pain response is always set to “I hurt” and anything that is actually hurting me is ten times worse as a result. I’m tired of having to carefully budget spoons for shit I actually need to do, and all too often having to cancel things I really want to do because all the spoons had to go to things I wouldn’t have given a second thought to a few years ago.
I think most of all is that I’m tired of dealing with this shit alone. Don’t get me wrong; I love having my space. I love my flat despite its many problems that should have been fixed years ago - I can hardly complain about my stepfather’s procrastination when at least I have a roof over my head that I’m not going to lose to economic bullshit, and for which I don’t have to work a full-time job or argue with the benefits people. (Because seriously - the benefits agencies here will refuse benefits to people who are undergoing radical chemotherapy, so I don’t think they’re going to have a lot of sympathy for fibromyalgia.) Just ... I have to clean. I have to dust, run the vacuum, scrub the bathroom, wipe down the kitchen surfaces, take out the trash and recycling. I have to cook, and do the dishes by hand. I have to manage the laundry. I have to go out for the things I accidentally forgot to pick up in the big online grocery order (or the things that it’s not prudent to pick up until nearer the time of cooking, because storage space), or things that weren’t available when they were packing my shopping, or for things I can’t order online. All of this takes so many more spoons than it used to, and leaves me with very little to actually just ... do other things.
But ... I mean, there’s no one else. I mean, my parentals could help with some of it, but I refuse to ask them to come over and clean up my mess, no one touches my laundry but me, and I’m not sending them out to the shops on my behalf because I don’t carry cash to reimburse them and they’re aware enough of the economic nightmare this country has become that they’d start fussing over my financial situation. (Which is essentially fine, by the way; I just don’t have it in me to have that conversation.)
This is my way of saying, “I have to go out for mallet meds and some other groceries and I haven’t recovered the spoons I spent during this fairly hellish week and my right arm’s still having twinges and the pollen is turning my sinuses into fibreglass and pain and I am not coping today and am tired of suffering”. Clearly I am in spoon deficit right now. I just wish there was an easier way of recharging them and still doing all the things I’m supposed to do.
#Thess has fibromyalgia#Thess is a motherfucking adult#These two things are very close to mutually exclusive
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Thess vs The Weekend Spoon Budget
Well, I have a whole weekend all to myself (which is me looking at the bright side of "My Saturday D&D shenanigans had to be cancelled again this week). Of course, I guess it's not technically all to myself because I suppose I should put those spoons towards household chores etc. So it's another Thess Is A Motherfucking Adult weekend ... to a point. See, the actual chores list goes something like "clean out the fridge, take out the trash and the recycling (which is not easy if you're me), and do some laundry". However, there are some other things that aren't quite chores but are sort of chores because they probably need doing by the standards of making my life easier but don't necessarily need doing by the standards of good housekeeping etc.
See, while I did not get tapped for overtime this week, some of it's still the same old bullshit. We seemed to be doing better typing-wise towards the end of the week (and that was with New Girl being away, so I dunno what's up with that), but I did get stuck with all the long-ass complicated bits of typing and the shit no one likes to do because the accents involved are a trial. Also they're trying to catch up with months of placenta reports so if I see one more fucking placenta form I am going to scream. Anyway, point is, not overtime-busy, but busy. And that's made things like lunch fall by the wayside. I don't generally have time or spoons to throw something together, even a sandwich. Too many steps involved in making a sandwich. So I don't want this to be a recurring thing, obviously. Food is good.
Now, I figured out how to make potato salad the other week. Which is good, because I like potato salad. So I thought, why not make other things like that, that I can just slop into a bowl and eat? So I thought chicken macaroni salad, and I do have all the ingredients for that, I think. So there's going to be boiling some macaroni, cooking some chicken, letting it all cool and Mixing Things. Stuff like that.
Of course, I also kind of want to fill the cookie jar. Now, if I want chocolate chip cookies (and I do), I'm going to have to make some cookie dough to chill. I do want to make more snickerdoodles. Maybe more three-ingredient peanut butter cookies. On top of that, I still have two more bananas left so I can make more banana bread (I kinda ate all my banana bread). So Things For Nibbles in the house. Problem is, with some of this stuff, I do need a couple of more ingredients. Sugar, for one. Eggs, because the corner shop only had medium eggs (which are going to become hard-boiled eggs so I can have some easy protein). Unsalted butter. Sour cream for the banana bread. Also I'm low on garlic salt and that cannot be allowed to stand. Soooooooo that means I probably have to go out farther than the corner shop today. Woe. I mean, I'd go to the little Co-Op down the road, but their selection is woeful. Eh, at least it's not miserably cold.
Right. Time to spend some spoons doing the Adulting Shit. Then I can go out and pick up stuff, and then come back home and do more Adulting Shit, and maybe have enough time and spoons to have some fun later.
Sometimes being an adult sucks, but at least it'll make for good eating later.
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Thess vs The Perils of Preparedness
Yet another one of the many, many things that suck about Being A Motherfucking Adult.
You want takeout.
You can even afford the space in the budget for takeout.
BUT.
You took stuff out of the freezer last night with dinner plans for the day in mind, and now they're defrosted and kind of need eating.
I'm sure they'd keep for just one day...
BUT.
I have ADHD brain and I would probably forget about it and then there's a half a packet of chicken mini-fillets turned to yick.
So I have to go cook now. Boooooooooooo.
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Thess vs Intermediate Adulting
Sometimes I really dislike Being A Motherfucking Adult. I mean, I'll be honest - I had the chores to do anyway, but somehow it's different when the only person I can be sullen at for making me do this shit is me. And I'm hard enough on myself already without that.
My screen break from Horizon Forbidden West involved Adulting. Mega-Adulting. Like, some of it was pretty basic Adulting - cleaning out the fridge, taking out the trash, stuff like that. But then part of the basic Adulting was hoovering (which I guess is a misnomer because mine is not a Hoover product; it is a Dyson product, but never mind - it's like how Kleenex is the default for disposable tissues, Band-Aid is the default for sticking plasters, Scotch tape and Post-It notes are default for office supplies, and the term 'fridge' comes not from refrigerator but from Frigidaire). Anyway, it was doing the thing where it overheated too damn fast so it was time to wash the filter. Which is a little bit beyond basic Adulting. That kind of household appliance maintenance is intermediate Adulting at minimum.
Anyway, I can't hoover until the filter's dry, so that'll be a tomorrow job, but I did then remember a further bit of intermediate Adulting that needed doing - specifically, descaling the kettle. I went for decades not bothering with this and probably could have continued that way for quite some time. But I decided awhile back that I deserved better than to be swallowing a butt-tonne of calcium carbonate every time I have a cup of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate. So I started descaling the kettle and it has made such a difference. Still fiddly and annoying, mind you, but worth it in the end.
So ... yeah. Intermediate Adulting is pretty well done. Even the basic adulting of "setting the clocks that don't automatically switch to British Summer Time ahead by an hour" is done - that was only the oven and the landline phone, since I haven't been able to set my microwave clock at all since I inherited it, like, fifteen years ago or something. Anyway, I should probably consider dinner soonish. But I want to rest a bit first. Being A Motherfucking Adult when disabled is hard.
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Thess vs Fixing Stuff
Went to the optician yesterday, as previously stated. Ended up with a massive migraine, as predicted. The puff test they do for glaucoma wasn't so bad this time - seems that they've made the jet of air less powerful - but there were a lot of flashing lights and the lights in the place in general were pretty bad after that, so... Yeah. Not a great day. New glasses in less than two weeks, though, so that's something. And I did the buy one, get one free thing so I'll actually have a spare pair! My mother sneers a bit at SpecSavers and chain opticians in general but that's my mother for you.
After that, couldn't deal with Shenanigans so I spent some time lying down and the rest of it trying to hyperfocus past the pain, largely pondering my Baldur's Gate 3 dilemma. The most common solution to the problem was "Remove all mods, ModFixer included, then install a different script extender, then reinstall your mods (preferably without ModFixer, since the new script extender will do what ModFixer does without the creator insisting that nothing about what they did needs an update ever) and you're good to go". Hasn't worked for everyone, but that's because some mods have ModFixer built in. So I did that - as instructed, purged the lot and reinstalled things. Now, I would have gone to at least see if everything was fixed ... buuuuuuuut ... well. See. I think some of my mods have had an update since I installed them? Or at least some of the file names aren't the same? Or I'm missing a few, which shouldn't be possible because I have my download history over on Nexus Mods... Anyway, point is that I couldn't use any of the aasimar!Alisaie save files because the mods didn't match up. Thankfully I had only just started Act 2, so I didn't lose much, and I guess it's probably better this way, since given I couldn't get Nere's head either, my initial aasimar!Alisaie save file has been corrupt for ages. Still ... again? Especially if that still hasn't worked and I end up stuck not being able to recognise Nere's head or infernal alloy or that stupid amethyst for unlocking the necromancy book (all items that just don't get recognised with this bug)? Still, best I figure it out at stupid amethyst rather than getting all the way to trying to fix poor Karlach's heart or not being able to give Shadowheart night orchids.
Of course, I could actually poke at all the games I haven't touched yet, as per my New Year's resolution, but that involves shaking an answer about which one out of my executive function and that's never easy. I'll ponder this whole thing over more coffee.
...Oh, yeah, I did Adulting as well yesterday. Got the descaling solution and descaled the kettle, which makes such a difference when you've got the kind of hard water problem this country has (and no water filter on much of anything). Seriously, we're talking flakes of limescale after maybe a couple of months. It's gross. Anyway, also the last things I need for that cake I wanted to make, and fajita fixings. I'm just praying that the gluten-free tortillas I bought don't end up tasting like cardboard. I get that a lot.
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Thess vs The List, Again
Oh, I failed to mention that I have been working on my whole resolution to at least try all of my games by the end of the year. This is slightly made problematic by the fact that I keep getting more games, but hey, it's not that bad of a problem to have. At least if I keep trying, I can whittle down the list of games I haven't even touched yet. So here we go:
Transistor: This is the one that won my little poll, and while the general story seems really interesting, the controls are not exactly intuitive for me. My tolerance for fiddly has pretty much died. I'll probably try it again when I have a few more spoons available.
Pentiment: Now this one, I liked. It doesn't exactly feed that need for Doing Things that attracts me to a lot of games (whether it's a farming sim, building sim, or just something where I can beat on people without getting arrested), but definitely an interesting one.
Garden In: This is a new one for me (released last year), but ... I mean, that still counts towards "whittling down the list", right? As the name suggests, it's basically a gardening sim, but one where you can also decorate your surroundings and the plants don't die a permanent death if dry or infested with bugs. So it's very Zen, though I figure it'll probably be one I finish all the achievements for and then put away for awhile, only to come back when I need that particular kind of Zen. Like I do with Pan'orama.
Model Builder: I liked this one, and it's very much my kind of Zen, but it can also be a little fiddly, so I'm going to have to restart that one. Probably going to be my go-to Zen for awhile once I've 100%-ed Garden In.
Enigmatis: The Ghost of Maple Creek: Thrown at my head for Christmas this year. I mean, I had the second, third, and fourth game in that series, and was just missing the first, so ... yeah. Anyway, a pretty standard hidden object game, and definitely my idea of a good time. (Side note: even if they don't live on my wishlist, a hidden object game never goes amiss.)
This War Of Mine: Yeah, I know, it was THE game for awhile and I'm only just now poking at it. It looks really interesting, and I'm slowly figuring out how to work the thing, but ... I think it's a little too grim for me at the moment. I need something way more sunshiney at this point. Or at least something that isn't "Everyone is living in abject misery". If I wanted that, I'd just look outside.
An Arcade Full Of Cats: More hidden object fun, and much more my speed. No particular story involved; just a "Find the cats and stuff" mandate and a bit of messing with the set dressing. It's cute, it's fun, and I guess I must not be alone in thinking that because there's a whole franchise of "Full Of Cats" hidden object games (where in some cases, there's a whole achievement based around finding the representations of the dev team's cats, so you get finding cartoon cats and real-furbaby cat tax).
Memory Fragment: Another one that's fiddlier than it needs to be, honestly. I think they were trying a little too hard with some of the mechanics. I'll probably try it again at some point.
Paradise Killer: I'm only a few minutes into this one, but it honestly wasn't grabbing me. The premise is ... probably interesting, but while I will probably carry on a little further just to see what's going on with it, the fact is that it's a first-person perspective game and those are hard for me. Might have to go into the NOPE column on general principles. And, y'know, not wanting my head to explode.
I'm pretty well resigned to not getting everything at least sampled before the end of the year. Not least because a) my birthday's coming up and for most people, hitting my Steam wishlist is just the easiest option, given the whole "ocean in the way thing" (plus maybe presents to myself, y'know), b) I actually want to finish a Baldur's Gate 3 playthrough, and c) Horizon: Forbidden West comes out in about 7 weeks and that's going to eat my time for awhile (I should probably pick up Zero Dawn again just to remind myself what I'm doing there). Plus d) the office is a mess again (that's for another post, though). Still, I'm going to keep poking away at it. There are a lot of games there, and I have a 2TB external drive (plus space remaining on the 1TB external drive I got in honour of Baldur's Gate 3), so even the ones I didn't bother installing could see a return to at least test out. Plus it'd be nice to know the ones I can just leave uninstalled in perpetuity. Also, there's the off chance that some of the first-person perspective ones could be played, if they're not too frenetic ... y'know, if I bothered to get my prescription checked. I'm looking into that but I'm trying to figure out how best to go, "Look, I just want my prescription; I'll order the glasses themselves online because it's cheaper". We'll see. I do have an entire week off coming up soon. Ugh. They're going to do that stupid eye-puff glaucoma test that always leaves me with a migraine for the rest of the day. Still, better that than the increasingly regular headaches I've been getting lately. Part of it's probably stress, but the rest is probably "my eyes are going to shit". If I didn't need varifocals, it'd be fine! Or at least cheaper!
Don't mind me. It's not a lack of being able to afford it. It's a combination of sticker shock and general frustration with the whole process. Mostly because it just has to be done again a year or two down the line. The whole problem with being an adult is having to take yourself to the doctor etc, not to mention paying for it.
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Thess vs "Help Desks”
Sweet blessed gods, if people are going to try to phase out and or cheap out on phone helpdesk staff for the sake of their bottom line, they could at least do it competently. I’ve been using automated phone trees of one type or another for a long time, since the days when “hold the line while we transfer you to an operator” meant “some people are still using a rotary dial phone”, and it’s amazing to me how they get smarter and yet somehow more ridiculous every time I turn around.
There’s a thing I’ve been dealing with at the behest of my parentals regarding my state pension. Basically, over here, your state pension is based on your National Insurance contributions, and you have to have 35 years of full National Insurance contributions before you can get your full state pension. Thing is, because I worked as a temp a lot, there are a lot of years when I didn’t make a full contribution, and there weren’t National Insurance credits available for a lot of reasons. (It doesn’t help that I was allowed and in fact encouraged to use a temporary National Insurance number for years and it doesn’t look like those years count towards my state pension now, even though I paid above the odds those years. Ugh.) Now, theoretically, if everything goes to plan, I should be able to claim my full state pension because I’ve got fifteen years of full contributions as of this tax year and I’m not due to claim my state pension until 2044. Or later, because they might change the laws on that again; wouldn’t put it past the government as is. Anyway, point is, I should be fine. But it’s possible I won’t be fine, because I am, after all, disabled. Also, let’s face it - my luck with jobs has been made of dogshit for ... well, most of my life, if you think about it. My luck’s holding so far but shit does happen, often, and often to me. So anyway, the point of all this is that you’re allowed to make voluntary contributions towards your state pension for the last five years that a full contribution wasn’t made. My parentals intend to make that voluntary contribution to take five years’ worth of pressure off my quest for a full state pension. Which is nice of them.
Now, if they just didn’t make it so damn complicated to give them money in that way, that’d be great.
They tell you to go to the website and follow the instructions to pay online or by direct debit. They don’t tell you that you need an 18-digit reference number until the box requesting one is staring you in the face. You actually have to go to ancillary information sources (non-HMRC help sites) just to find out how to get that 18-digit reference number they’re apparently so hot for. There are apparently two options for getting one: write to them and wait two weeks while they send one back by post, or call.
However, their automated voice-recognition phone tree piece of bullshit does not understand the difference between National Insurance reference number and National Insurance number. There is a difference. One you get given on a card so you can write it down on tax documents (like a social security number); the other is a very specific number used only by HMRC internally to deal with voluntary National Insurance contributions. However, the automated phone tree does not recognise this difference, so giving it the key phrase “National Insurance reference number” is useless. So is “voluntary National Insurance contributions”, and similar phrases. It’s not that the automated phone tree doesn’t understand it to a point; it just doesn’t recognise it as something I literally need to speak to a human being to sort out. Thus it just says, “Our lines are busy, look up the information online, good-bye”, and hangs up. No option to ask to speak to an advisor, nothing. Just “Check our website; bye. *clik*”
It took awhile, but I finally figured out how to actually speak with a human being in this instance. Every time it repeated the Google-perfect phrase I gave it and asked, “Is that correct?” ... I said “no”. Even if it technically was. See, at that point, deliberately playing obtuse is the only way to go, and even then it was a nightmare. First they just let me try again - “Is this correct?” “No.” Then it suggested some key phrases I could give it as search terms. I picked one that sounded close-ish but no cigar - “Is this correct?” “No.” Then it gave me even simpler verbal options that really did sound like basic Google search terms - “Is this correct?” “No.” Finally, they gave me a number menu, and at the end of that list was “To speak to an advisor, press 4″. They went all the way around the houses to make it as hard as possible to speak to a human being, because every one of the options I was given in the first three tries were designed to point you at the website and hang up on you. I know because I tried them on and off for a fair bit of last week.
Then I spent over an hour on hold. I can’t blame them that much because we are coming on to tax season but especially when you consider how hard that phone tree works to shunt all callers to the website ... fucking hell. All of that for an eventual conversation with a pleasant lady who asked a couple of questions, seemed grateful I had all the information she wanted to hand, and dealt with the whole thing in three minutes.
Don’t even get me started on the power company. On one hand, it’s a little easier to get to the “please hold for an advisor” stage. Not much, but a little. On the other hand, I’m pretty sure they outsource most if not all of their call center and web help staff overseas. Leaving aside the whole “You’re just outsourcing this work overseas so you can get a service while drastically underpaying your staff ... more than you can get away with here, anyway” problem, the other issue there is that if you’re providing call centre services to a company that does business in an English-speaking country ... it might be good if you at the very least made sure the staff providing the services can actually speak English to a reasonable degree. It’s hard to say that without worrying that I’m judging these people for not speaking English, but I swear I’m not judging. I don’t expect them to speak English because I’m fairly sure they’re not in England, or in any other country that speaks English as its first language, come to that. This is bad enough when it’s the web chat help system, where it’s pretty obvious that the person at the other end just copy-pasted your question into a FAQ search and then copy-pasted the result back to you without necessarily knowing what it said; it’s worse when it’s a human being and you need three tries for what effectively boils down to “I want to check my balance” but is a bit more complicated than that.
I’m sure that companies were wetting themselves in sheer joy when technology allowed for the automation of something vaguely resembling a help desk. Thing is, as my brother-from-another-mother says, computers are just very fast idiots. They will do exactly what you tell them, and only exactly what you tell them, and if your request deviates even a little from their parameters of what a request looks like, they will throw a fit. As for outsourcing overseas ... like I said, I don’t blame the people on the other end of the phone or web chat who don’t speak English very well. I blame the people who hire them on at ludicrously low pay and horrific hours and then setting them up for hours of abuse from customers who are a lot less polite than I am about their understandable inability to speak fluent English when they live in a country that doesn’t.
I think this pisses me off to a greater degree than usual these days because of a certain piece of rhetoric regarding jobs and people in this country doing them since the fucking Brexit referendum. They yell about “foreigners taking our jobs” while throwing ones that would actually be perfect for people in this country on a work-from-home basis - for the disabled, carers for small children or vulnerable adults, even for second jobs that wouldn’t require even more time spent on commuting - at places with fewer employment rights and minimum wage laws, which only results in a worse service and more stressed staff. If the xenophobes in this country don’t want “foreigners taking our jobs”, maybe they should demand that we stop throwing 'our jobs’ at ‘foreigners’ in a massively exploitative model that does nothing but fatten the profit margins of the CEOs. And also maybe don’t throw it at computers that require a certain specificity to function in a helpful way, when help desks are generally called by people who don’t have specifics - THAT IS WHY THEY ARE CALLING FOR HELP.
I mean, I think a lot of this boils down to “stop using technology to exploit people in the name of The Great God ECONOMY, you shitheads”, but with specific examples and a lot of frustration.
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Thess vs Ticket Issues
Anyone who thinks that nerds are childish and somehow lacking in adulthood because of their hobbies and interests really needs to watch us arrange a convention sometime. I'm not even talking about the money required to go to a convention. I'm talking logistics. Travel time, organisation of activities for every given day, sorting the souvenir budget. And that's just if everything goes right.
See, my mother booked a physical ticket when she bought me my weekend priority entry to MCM Comic Con this year, and it arrived on Friday. My stepfather brought it Sunday when he finished programming the new heaters (well, one of the new heaters; today's the other one, fixing a hole he made in a wall, and sorting out the boiler ... theoretically, anyway). The first thing I thought was, "Ooh, pretty". The second thing I thought was, "...wait, why does this only say Sunday Priority instead of Weekend Priority?" I mean, the envelope was opened, and Mum and David had already had a look, but they don't understand how any of this works, and anyway probably stopped looking particularly closely when they saw MCM on the flier inside and knew it was technically mine. So they obviously didn't catch it. I, however, did, and it's my ticket, so I was going to have to sort something out.
At first I thought, "Well, maybe it's only the physical ticket that says the wrong thing and the QR code is fine" ... but I was deluding myself because the card is honestly more like a gift card you can get for various shops than anything else, and that probably means that there's just a batch of tickets with QR codes on them for specific days pre-printed and sent out as appropriate, and I just got the wrong one. However, I did want to confirm, so I downloaded the app for the convention (entire conventions have apps now, which I'm sure is helpful but still will not stop being weird) and begin the process of activating my ticket, just to see what happens. I eventually get the text boxes for confirming individual day tickets and weekend tickets. Try my confirmation code in the Weekend Priority Ticket box ... before I even hit submit, it's telling me that the code is invalid. Put the confirmation code for Sunday in? No such message. So they sent me the wrong ticket. Well, fuck.
First thing I did was check to see if that had happened to anyone else. If it has, it isn't a huge deal on the places people complain about such (like, for instance, Reddit), at least not even under the best search terms my black belt in Google-fu could generate. Now, there was the option to email the con runners, but ... well ... much as I hate and despise it, sometimes you just have to talk to a human being for some peace of mind. So I called the line for queries.
Surprisingly, I got an actual person on the line right away. A person in a really shitty wireless headset who I could only partly understand, but an actual person. So I explained the issue, gave him the QR code on the physical ticket and the confirmation ID on the confirmation email my mother forwarded to me, and now all I have to do is go to the query desk with my confirmation ID on my phone and it'll all get sorted. And I had to go to the query desk anyway for an accessibility lanyard, so that's okay. I mean, I'm going to bring my physical ticket just in case they want to see it, but that's only because decades as a secretary has taught me to cover your ass and have all even potentially relevant documents to hand when you're dealing with an issue. Better overprepared than having to fumble for things.
So that's my spark of adrenaline for the day - I actually had to ring customer service and sort out a problem. Because seriously, Marion's coming for the whole weekend and my autographs are booked for Saturday, so going only on Sunday is not an option, even if my mother hadn't spent just over £100 for the ticket, the delivery of physical ticket that they screwed up anyway, and a souvenir pin badge that I also have to pick up at the query desk. Or at least a query desk.
Anyway, look, I adulted my ass off to sort out the mess the people sending tickets made of my con information. Nobody gets to tell me that going to a comic convention makes me less than adult.
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Thess vs Reorganisation
I’ve spent part of this week on a reorganisation binge, wanting to effectively tidy my various workspaces. This seems to be going relatively well thus far but is going to involve various bits of chugga-chugga-chugga for this particular phase. So here’s what I got and what I’m doing / have done with it.
New Spice Rack and Spice Jars: I had one spice rack - little wooden thing, left on someone’s retaining wall on the route between the clinic building I used to have my fibro management group at and the bus stop in the traditional “Free To A Good Home” style. (I have a couple of good bits of furniture from that sort of thing - the spice rack; a set of wire mesh drawers that serve as my computer parts storage, meds storage, and stand for my second monitor; a shoe rack that gives me something to prop my foot on when doing up the laces.) Anyway, point is that when I started getting a little more adventurous with the cookery that I could manage with the fibro, I also started getting more spices. The curry in particular really upped the amount of spice jar lying around. Thing is, my little wooden spice rack wasn’t up to the task, so I had a lot of little spice jars eating into my already minimal counter space. So I bought myself a pretty little wire mesh spice rack and some spice jars to make things a little more uniform, and spent a good hour or so yesterday tidying up everything, and here is the result, which is far superior to little jars of curry spice cluttering the counter:
New Power Strip: When I got my hand mixer and started doing smoothies, I got a new power strip for the kitchen. However, when I started working from home, I needed that power strip to plug in my work PC, because the number of power outlets in the study is insufficient for the level of tech that lives in it. Thing is, if the study doesn’t have a whole lot of power outlet, the kitchen has even less, so all I can really plug in is the dehydrator, the microwave, the kettle, the fridge, and the stove. So I made a plan, which will be enacted in full tomorrow morning when all the electronics are off. I bought a six-plug power strip, which will go in the study to give me more outlets near my PC, and then the one that used to be for my PC and peripherals will go to the kitchen so I can plug in my kettle, toaster, hand mixer, and Instant Pot without having to do too much rummaging around the back of the microwave. This should help matters.
External Hard Drive: I have an entire collection in my Steam library that is simply titled “Uninstalled”. It’s not that I don’t want them installed; it’s that I don’t play them often and I just don’t have the space. A lot of these are the Big Huge Games - you know, the ones whose file size approaches or exceeds 100GB. Thing is, I want to decide which I want to stay installed and which belongs in the Nope collection (which is the one for games I can’t actually play and / or ended up disliking) and which I would like to pick up and at least try a bit. Now, ideally I’d love to just install a new hard drive in Gilmore, but the set-up of Gilmore’s case is such that it becomes difficult to actually install a hard drive in there. Thus, external hard drive - 1TB, since it was relatively inexpensive. (Though does someone want to tell me why the fuck they charge £10 more for a blue or purple one than they do a red or black one? IT’S THE SAME INSIDE, FOR FUCK’S SAKE.) Anyway. So. It took some messing around, but I did get it properly installed and recognised by Steam, and my test install of Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey seems to be going relatively well. From what I Googled about running Steam games on an external drive, I should be fine at this point. However, that didn’t feel like quite enough, so I’m doing a couple of other bits of reorganisation on the PC. I don’t actually watch a whole lot of my videos, so I’m currently in the process of moving them all to the drive in my external drive dock, where I can watch them if I switch the thing on but save the space on the main drives for other stuff. Thus, more games. I mean, probably not too many more games, because we are talking about more than ... well, my current love affair with small indie games leaves me with a lot of games that don’t take up so much disc space, thankfully, but shit like any recent AC game or anything like that just ... sooooooo much data.
So now I’m watching various bits of externally connected drive go Chugga-Chugga-Chugga because I don’t really want to slow anything down by playing a game or whatever. It’s fine; I have plenty to occupy myself meantime. Though mostly it’ll be an exercise in watching over all this in the spirit of “watching paint dry”, but only because I’m slightly paranoid and want to be here to appropriately poke at it if anything goes wrong. Well, at least it’ll give me a reasonable organisational foundation on a couple of levels, mostly without too much in the way of physical activity and thus fibromyalgia pain.
I’m waiting until the weekend to vacuum the carpet.
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Thess vs Produce
Payday happened. I got groceries. And I swear, the standards are slipping badly with the delivery shit.
I got strawberries, because I was running out of frozen strawberries for smoothies. The ones I wanted were apparently unavailable, and the cheaper (and way smaller) packets I got instead were ... well, about a quarter of each of the two punnets were kind of horrifically squishy. Of course, still others were underripe.
There were ears of corn - that's very much a seasonal thing over here, and I decided to get some while the last of the autumn is still upon us. Both husks looked kind of manky and a couple of kernels at the top were ... ick. And the tomatoes? The nice supposedly vine-ripened tomatoes I was really looking forward to? Weeeeeell ... you know that thing when tomatoes are a really weird squishy-fibrous texture and taste a bit like waterlogged cardboard? Well, that for at least one of them. I'm going to give them some ripening time in the kitchen window and see how I do. At least the potatoes were okay? But none of them were the appropriate size for jacket potato.
That's not even going into the frozen stuff. I mean, most of it was okay. Just my frozen mango (also for smoothies) was nearly entirely defrosted. Thankfully not the veg, the hash browns, or the gluten-free breaded chicken fillets, but it just shows a distinct lack of care and I hope they didn't defrost so thoroughly that refreezing them was a bad idea. I don't even know how that happened - apparently it was all kept in the same freezer section on the delivery truck.
See, I'd planned a lovely meal that was supposed to involve rump steak, an ear of corn, a jacket potato, and a nice sliced tomato with ranch dressing for dipping. But I was a little worried about the corn, I would have needed two potatoes to be a decent meal, and the tomato was a weird-textured and tasteless disappointment. So instead I had the rump steak with tortilla chips and an entire container of guacamole. It was less than satisfying.
Prices still keep going nowhere but up, and now I have to deal with this lack of quality bullshit. I think that's at least partly because they want to fob off the crappier stuff on people who can't see it until it's at their doorsteps. Which is bullshit because it's massively unfair to people who can't do a regular shop.
Being disabled fucking blows.
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Thess vs Travel
It stopped raining so I did in fact go out. Did pretty well, too, all things considered - didn’t get everything I wanted, but remembered a few things I needed.
Picked up some more mallet meds. I wasn’t entirely out but was going to be out by tomorrow, probably, so I figured better to get everything done in one yomp than to have to go drag myself out on a Sunday. Not that Saturdays aren’t bad (because they very much are) but Saturday and Sunday in succession are worse.
The grocery store in Peckham did not have little marshmallows for my hot chocolate. Woe. Still, I do have some; I just like to stockpile.
Speaking of stockpiling, on my hunt for basmati rice, I fould bulk bags of various spices I use in curry rather cheaper than I find them at my local corner shop. So I stocked up on turmeric, cumin seeds, ground coriander, chilli powder, and some paprika because I use that a fair bit too. Shouldn’t need to do that for awhile, and I can probably experiment with different curry recipes too. I’m kind of keen on trying chicken tikka masala next; it’s another of my favourites.
I got my basmati - just a small bag since I only have it when I’m having curry and I was going to be dragging home enough as it is. Though I might actually make pilau rice, since I worked that one out when I invited Mum over last month. I also got some ready-prepared pappadoms and some raita, because I deserve a treat.
I also took advantage of that grocery’s store 3-for-2 offer on fruit, so I have grapes, cherries, and Pink Lady apples (my favourites but I don’t indulge that often because of the cost). Like I said - I deserve a treat. And this treat is healthy, even.
I also remembered I kept meaning to get some toilet cleaner, mostly because the hard water in this country is a nightmare and I’m fed up with looking at the hard water stains. A little more expensive than I like, getting the good stuff that’s supposed to be ideal for breaking up hard water stains, but probably worth it.
So now I’m home and a little sore with it, because yomping around a grocery store is less than fun for me. Turns out I don’t have a Shenanigans session tonight because poor @lovefrometernity is still not feeling well and I would like the ability to teleport because SOMEONE I CARE ABOUT REQUIRES TAKING CARE OF AND THERE IS AN OCEAN AND A CONTINENT IN THE WAY AND I HATE IT. Small silver lining is that I get more gaming time, and a real full 100% week off where I don’t really have to do anything. But I’d rather be gaming with my friends, and I’d much rather have my friend not be sick.
EDIT: This is apparently my 100,000th post. I have been here THAT LONG, and posted THAT MUCH. Thank you for putting up with me.
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