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so that was kind of creepy
...and my dash just had a fourteen minute dead drop in activity. That was weird.
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we are gathered here today
God, tumblr is like a wake right now.
No, I mean German-Czech-Polish-influenced wakes in Central Texas.
You know: funeral, everyone brings casseroles and barbecue and sausage back to the house and cries, beer starts at two (because barbecue), subtle margarita transition by three, and then everyone's like fuck it and the cases of Wild Turkey and Crown Royal come out, triple strength margaritas are mixed, and the Great Aunts and Weird Cousin unpack the equivalent of two liquor cabinets from the back of the truck.
Ten minutes in: everyone talks about the shitty church hat Aunt F wore with a segue into how she banged Uncle F's brother and the deceased who is totally a saint except actually what did happen with his first wife in California? Related SomefuckingHow J goes off on everyone but in Czech, one to three grandmothers tell their husbands they're shitty lays and always have been, Great Great Great Aunt who still speaks fluent German drags out eight decades of family warfare, and if the original participants are dead, their kids, grandkids and great-grandkids pick up the standard, and you find out your first cousin's biological father may now be something of a question mark. Also, Mom and Aunt hate each other and express it with broken glasses after two shots but six shots later are sobbing their apologies into each other's arms.
Four fights between married couples, four to eight cases of dramatically ugly crying (half will be men), and by nine, all the women eighteen and older are in the backyard with giant sour pickles on sticks waving them in the faces of men who may or may not be passed out, there's no way to tell. Police stop by at ten-thirty and ten minutes before midnight, then everyone takes a breather before a quick liquor run, craps, and poker until four, and hugs it out before going home.
(God, I miss those days; it was great. )
Yeah, that's tumblr right now.
Personal Note: I always looked forward to the day I'd be grown up enough to get drunk and tell Aunt B exactly what I knew about why she took that job in my parent's bar and also, i know she stole my good calligraphy paper when I was twelve and I would never, ever be over it. But no: in these degenerate days, everyone talks quietly and respectfully, leaves a casserole or platter from Chick-Fil-A, and then goes home to Netflix. It's bullshit.
Personal Note #2: ...the pickles, yeah.
This isn't actually as random as it sounds; throw a stone at a rural Texas bar, and you'll hit an industrial size glass jar of giant pickles. I do know where these came from: my parents bought gigantic jars of super-size sour pickles, pickled pigs feet, and pickled eggs in bulk for their bar because that's the preferred meal of drunk farmers, so on a guess, they were in the trunk of the car.
...what I don't know is the exact series of events that led to fifteen women to twenty women between the ages of eighteen and ninety putting giant pickles on sticks and running around the backyard or what it meant (though considering the size of those pickles, I have some theories). Being the second youngest of the teen group (fifteen), I just followed the lead of the others as we watched our direct ancestors be crazy and contemplate the existential horror of our collective future. (I was a very dramatic child.)
However, to clarify: the pickle thing wasn't standard for funerals, it came out of nowhere.
I feel like I lost the thread of this entry somehow, but I'm not sure exactly where.
No, I mean German-Czech-Polish-influenced wakes in Central Texas.
You know: funeral, everyone brings casseroles and barbecue and sausage back to the house and cries, beer starts at two (because barbecue), subtle margarita transition by three, and then everyone's like fuck it and the cases of Wild Turkey and Crown Royal come out, triple strength margaritas are mixed, and the Great Aunts and Weird Cousin unpack the equivalent of two liquor cabinets from the back of the truck.
Ten minutes in: everyone talks about the shitty church hat Aunt F wore with a segue into how she banged Uncle F's brother and the deceased who is totally a saint except actually what did happen with his first wife in California? Related SomefuckingHow J goes off on everyone but in Czech, one to three grandmothers tell their husbands they're shitty lays and always have been, Great Great Great Aunt who still speaks fluent German drags out eight decades of family warfare, and if the original participants are dead, their kids, grandkids and great-grandkids pick up the standard, and you find out your first cousin's biological father may now be something of a question mark. Also, Mom and Aunt hate each other and express it with broken glasses after two shots but six shots later are sobbing their apologies into each other's arms.
Four fights between married couples, four to eight cases of dramatically ugly crying (half will be men), and by nine, all the women eighteen and older are in the backyard with giant sour pickles on sticks waving them in the faces of men who may or may not be passed out, there's no way to tell. Police stop by at ten-thirty and ten minutes before midnight, then everyone takes a breather before a quick liquor run, craps, and poker until four, and hugs it out before going home.
(God, I miss those days; it was great. )
Yeah, that's tumblr right now.
Personal Note: I always looked forward to the day I'd be grown up enough to get drunk and tell Aunt B exactly what I knew about why she took that job in my parent's bar and also, i know she stole my good calligraphy paper when I was twelve and I would never, ever be over it. But no: in these degenerate days, everyone talks quietly and respectfully, leaves a casserole or platter from Chick-Fil-A, and then goes home to Netflix. It's bullshit.
Personal Note #2: ...the pickles, yeah.
This isn't actually as random as it sounds; throw a stone at a rural Texas bar, and you'll hit an industrial size glass jar of giant pickles. I do know where these came from: my parents bought gigantic jars of super-size sour pickles, pickled pigs feet, and pickled eggs in bulk for their bar because that's the preferred meal of drunk farmers, so on a guess, they were in the trunk of the car.
...what I don't know is the exact series of events that led to fifteen women to twenty women between the ages of eighteen and ninety putting giant pickles on sticks and running around the backyard or what it meant (though considering the size of those pickles, I have some theories). Being the second youngest of the teen group (fifteen), I just followed the lead of the others as we watched our direct ancestors be crazy and contemplate the existential horror of our collective future. (I was a very dramatic child.)
However, to clarify: the pickle thing wasn't standard for funerals, it came out of nowhere.
I feel like I lost the thread of this entry somehow, but I'm not sure exactly where.
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tumblr users - backing up your tumblr
Okay, I used this one and these are possibly the best and clearest instructions I've seen for using pretty much anything. Like, I cannot possibly think of a way to improve on these instructions, it's that well-written.
Backing up your tumblr with Python
My notes:
- For Step 2, #4:
C:\Users\Unmutual\Downloads\bbolli-tumblr-utils-3a37fe6\bbolli-tumblr-utils-3a37fe6
The number sequence at the end of the filename is going to be different; yesterday, for me, it was f234953 and today it's c63cdb8 when I downloaded. So make sure you check your file name or better, just go to it and copy the path from the folder path.
- For Step 2, #5-6 - Windows 10
You're going to go to Control Panel/System and Security/System and click on Advanced System Settings on the left. The Advanced Tab displays; click on Environmental Variables. You'll see two boxes--teh lower one, select Path and click Edit. Now you can see, line by beautiful separate line, everything that is using Path. Click New and paste in the url into where your cursor went and then OK. You won't need the semi-colon, or at least I didn't.
(I am genuinely shocked Windows improved something.)
This took me about ten-fifteen minutes and I have comparatively little content so yes, this may take a while.
Backing up your tumblr with Python
My notes:
- For Step 2, #4:
C:\Users\Unmutual\Downloads\bbolli-tumblr-utils-3a37fe6\bbolli-tumblr-utils-3a37fe6
The number sequence at the end of the filename is going to be different; yesterday, for me, it was f234953 and today it's c63cdb8 when I downloaded. So make sure you check your file name or better, just go to it and copy the path from the folder path.
- For Step 2, #5-6 - Windows 10
You're going to go to Control Panel/System and Security/System and click on Advanced System Settings on the left. The Advanced Tab displays; click on Environmental Variables. You'll see two boxes--teh lower one, select Path and click Edit. Now you can see, line by beautiful separate line, everything that is using Path. Click New and paste in the url into where your cursor went and then OK. You won't need the semi-colon, or at least I didn't.
(I am genuinely shocked Windows improved something.)
This took me about ten-fifteen minutes and I have comparatively little content so yes, this may take a while.
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these are the days of our lives
...right, so if I appear in your entries capslocking like a crazy person, it's--you know when you're at a party and then you realize everyone there is all your best friends you haven't seen in years and want to cry and hug them?
I'm doing that. I'll calm down, like eventually, I guess?
For anyone who is new to DW or only knew me in Tumblr; I don't keep such tight control over my DW as I do my Tumblr, so I am opening access to more people here. It's a slow process, because I curate like fuck as that is my way. However, if I have you added on Tumblr, there's a better than good chance I'll want to add you here, so tell me. If you changed names, seriously, tell me; I will not catch onto this on my own.
...seriously, tell me. I am slow about this because un-Accessing/unfriending makes me so deeply uncomfortable I used to create entire filters around people I didn't want to read just because I was terrified of hurting their feelings by unfriending them. I don't pretend that's not crazy, but it is my way.
I feel like I should post fic here. Like, obscure fic from a fandom that barely exists for a super problematic and creepy pairing or something, idk.
OH GOD I FORGOT I HAVE LIKE SO MANY ICONS TO EXPRESS MY FEELS.
I'm doing that. I'll calm down, like eventually, I guess?
For anyone who is new to DW or only knew me in Tumblr; I don't keep such tight control over my DW as I do my Tumblr, so I am opening access to more people here. It's a slow process, because I curate like fuck as that is my way. However, if I have you added on Tumblr, there's a better than good chance I'll want to add you here, so tell me. If you changed names, seriously, tell me; I will not catch onto this on my own.
...seriously, tell me. I am slow about this because un-Accessing/unfriending makes me so deeply uncomfortable I used to create entire filters around people I didn't want to read just because I was terrified of hurting their feelings by unfriending them. I don't pretend that's not crazy, but it is my way.
I feel like I should post fic here. Like, obscure fic from a fandom that barely exists for a super problematic and creepy pairing or something, idk.
OH GOD I FORGOT I HAVE LIKE SO MANY ICONS TO EXPRESS MY FEELS.
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getting used to writing
There's some chance I may be posting too much soon to get used to writing again. The thing is--looking at my dates, I do wonder if there's some correlation between when I stopped posting regularly in my journals and the iffiness of my mental health the last two years.
Neither tumblr nor twitter are really set up for the formalized textual equivalent of talking to yourself, and while fic-writing helps, its not the same thing as organizing your thoughts via journaling. Also, journaling was a fantastic way to remember things. I actually have posts I wrote up in word and saved that I never got around to posting; I may need to look at those, too.
What is everyone else doing?
(OH God I just realized I have a tag system that's actually useful for me now and searchable. BLESS.
Neither tumblr nor twitter are really set up for the formalized textual equivalent of talking to yourself, and while fic-writing helps, its not the same thing as organizing your thoughts via journaling. Also, journaling was a fantastic way to remember things. I actually have posts I wrote up in word and saved that I never got around to posting; I may need to look at those, too.
What is everyone else doing?
(OH God I just realized I have a tag system that's actually useful for me now and searchable. BLESS.
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tumblr purge - how many of these have I lived through now?
Anyone new to DW or just returning and doesn't have me friended and we're mutualed there; feel free to do so here and I'll reciprocate.