I hate that Sol quote about the Outrage never boring him because goddamnit he was so right. It's been 9.5 months and I'm still enriched working on this thing
The other day at Home Depot when one of the employees was helping me find a good filler for the segment cracks on the Outrage, I ended up telling her a significant amount about how 3D printers work, about the tensile strength of the PLA/TPU polymer I used for the Outrage, what in the hell this giant sword even is, what I've done to it thus far, what I'm going to do with it, and its exact dimensions with pictures. Turned out she used to be a home ed teacher so she was enthralled by the techniques and skill learning involved. Dangerous, dangerous... Didn't even get into the software or printer hardware specifications...
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I have to say this because I just had a very serious talk with my bestie about weight.
When I first went to college, I was doing acrobatics four days a week and a 15 to 18 hour course load a semester, while spending six months out of the year sick or recovering from such. The bronchitis plus [whatever comorbid illness struck this time] was bad enough, but the recovery took so long because I had so little fat that my body would start eating muscle and tissue.
I had access to a school nutritionist and so I wrote down everything that I tended to eat, how often I did so. My diet was and still is semi-decent, mostly because I have enough texture issues that a lot of junk food and "unhealthy" (I say that loosely) stuff I can only eat very tiny portions of, if at all, and most meat things are completely off the table unless I make it myself.
I was and still am very high energy. I have always been skinny or slender since I started walking, had some body image issues after being sick and I could count every rib. At the time of going to the nutritionist, I was 190 pounds of mostly muscle.
She looked at me like I'd lost my goddamn mind when I said I wanted to gain some fat and I wanted to know why I just wasn't. I was a freshman. I knew about the freshman fifteen. Instead of gaining fifteen pounds, though, I lost it, and it was fifteen pounds I didn't really have to lose. I was eating something ridiculous like almost double what the average woman "should" be, calorie wise, basically constantly snacking because I was always hungry.
Two years later I was in the hospital for a month. A wheelchair for seven. Lost almost eighty pounds in eight months. Died three times.
It's five years past that now. I'll never be able to fly like I used to, but I can pick up unsuspecting coworkers and adoptive siblings again, which is great fun for startling them. I can renovate my house without too much issue. I weigh 160 lbs now, and for the first time in my life, I have fat on me, after seven years of working at it and so many goddamn catastrophes it's ludicrous.
It took me seven years to gain twenty pounds of fat. Of me actively working on it. There's no such fucking thing as "weight gain!" pills, and there's no such thing as "weight loss" pills either, and take it from an Irish woman? Starving yourself doesn't work either. If you feel good in your body, if it works for you regardless of your weight, then you're fine. The only way anything is going to change is a massive force--like illness, or amputation, or cancer, or occupation, or food scarcity.
Fat people's positive representation in media is shit, and the way that Americans, at least, tend to see fat people is shit, and I'm sorry. You are worthy of feeling at home in your body, without fear of judgement of yourself or society, of feeling good without reservation. The twenty pounds of fat I've gained has, no joke, changed my life. I don't get cold standing in front of a refrigerator, I'm not utterly terrified of getting sick again and dying of something stupid like bronchitis or strep throat. I feel good, and I hope that you can feel good too, and not continuously damage your body by yoyoing your weight with attempted diets and pills.
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cicero: go to loreius. tell him to fix my wagon wheel please
my dovah, materializing the hot pink tool kit from midair: hold on to your jingle bells
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reverse purgatory where you’re endlessly wandering an ace hardware and it’s fucking awesome
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walking into the hardware store but I forgot I wore my big-letters TOMBOY FEMME shirt today
my chest is writing checks my knowledge of the store layout can’t cash
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my coworkers think im working the counter to be helpful but it’s actually so i have an excuse to talk to all the hot butches
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