clatterbane:

On the plus side today, the phone trouble does seem to have been fixed by letting the battery drain. After the recharge, it did start up fine!👍 I was afraid it was just bricked.

No further hassle or expense required. Hopefully. Worst case, I did get insurance which should cover fixing/replacing it, but the extra hassle is what I was really glad to avoid.

No idea why it decided to pull that, but electronics. Almost hesitate to say it, but let’s just hope it was a one-time tantrum *fingers crossed*

OK, that’s looking to be a problem with Chrome. It just rebooted itself again (successfully this time 😧) when I was using Chrome.

It’s not showing a recent update or anything, so I’m not sure what’s suddenly going on there. Time for some troubleshooting in a while. ETA: Not using Chrome on there. *wry smile*

jagiya-kitten:

indigkid:

theravenfortheeagle:

unfriendlyindigenoushottie:

my grandfather is a residential school survivor. he literally has a BRAND of a number on his shoulder. he was a 6 year old child who was branded like a cow. he was given a new last name (he doesn’t even know his real last name) and was essentially brain washed into being white. the man, a full oglala lakota, doesn’t even call himself native anymore because he was beaten into being ashamed of it.  

do yall wanna tell me why it’s okay for you to dress up and play “indian” whenever less than 70 years ago, we were literally beaten and killed for being indian?

Reminder that I (A 38 year old) was in high school while residential schools were still active in Canada. Even natives who did not get taken from their family and put in residential schools have lost their identity because of this practice. Many families chose to give up everything they had to keep their children from having to go to residential schools.

Our people survived genocide while white kids dressed up as people who weren’t allowed to dress as themselves. That’s why it’s fucked up.

reminder that the last residential school to close down in canada was in 1996, just a few months before I was born.

My grandmother burned everything of hers so they could not link her to her heritage. I have no Status because that’s exactly how she wanted it to be.She didn’t want her family to be tortured.

When I was a manager at one of my old jobs and they wanted me to put a Tipi out and a Headdress on the Manny in our window for ‘Festival Season’ I flat out refused and wouldn’t let any of my girls do it either.

The tortillas also look OK, it turns out, AFAICT without opening the bags. Which only have a clear window in the front, but I didn’t see anything through there at least. I’ll definitely look them over before using any, especially the blue corn ones 😹

They went straight into the fridge, and had better get used or frozen ASAP. But, at least they do look usable.

On the plus side today, the phone trouble does seem to have been fixed by letting the battery drain. After the recharge, it did start up fine!👍 I was afraid it was just bricked.

No further hassle or expense required. Hopefully. Worst case, I did get insurance which should cover fixing/replacing it, but the extra hassle is what I was really glad to avoid.

No idea why it decided to pull that, but electronics. Almost hesitate to say it, but let’s just hope it was a one-time tantrum *fingers crossed*

I finally got another order of the Cool Chile Co. tortillas today, and now I’m really hesitating to even open the padded envelope and look at them. Even though I was really looking forward to getting them.

With the couple of other orders from them placed earlyish in the day, they got here the next morning. Which is great when you’re dealing with fresh bread. (Suggesting on the bag that you should freeze them immediately, too.) Another day’s delay would probably be fine. Royal Mail is usually very quick by my standards, compared to experience with USPS, but things happen. An extra day would be totally understandable.

This time, though, it got delayed an extra day in shipping, and then Thursday I found a slip through the door saying it wouldn’t fit through the slot. When I was home, awake, and listening for the door because I was hoping to get my tortillas. So yeah, I had to question if they just didn’t knock again.

But OK, these things do happen sometimes. Like it or not. I knew there was no way I could reasonably get myself to the postal depot the next day to pick it up, so I immediately went on the website to arrange redelivery for Saturday, the earliest possible. That was maybe pushing it for fresh bread with an extra day in shipping in hot weather, but what are you going to do?

So then I basically listened for the door all day Saturday, on like 4 hours sleep. (Mr. C was off gaming, so I was on my own after about 10:30.) Sometimes they’ll do an afternoon delivery on Saturdays, but I was not that optimistic after it didn’t come in the morning. No attempt at redelivery.

It did finally show up today, Monday. When I was expecting it the previous Thursday.

Did I mention the heatwave? Yeah, we’re in the middle of one of those, in a climate damp enough that things will mold before you know it under more usual conditions. Some of the previous tortillas have molded on me within a couple of days, when I didn’t get the rest into the freezer quickly enough. I’m also pretty allergic to molds, so I’m almost tempted to just throw it away unopened–but too stubborn and bothered by food waste to actually do it 🙄

I really don’t deal that well with disruptions at all, especially with the severely limited spoons available these days. And I am very aware that some people are probably rolling their eyes reading this. It also doesn’t help when it’s something hard to get which you’ve been looking forward to. While having some disability-related food insecurity problems, besides the extra frustration over things like not being able to get to the depot which used to be within easy walking distance. The heat overload isn’t helping me feel better about anything right now, either.

I just get very frustrated sometimes. Guess that about covers it.

beardqueer:

hermitpolarbear:

benepla:

kramergate:

I love it when I click on a recipe link because it sounds yummy and instead of a recipe I get a several page dissertation on a food blogger’s boredom with her marriage and lies she was told in childhood

this ending in a recipe literally changed my fucking life i thought i was being spread some fucking truisms abt the ugliness of marriage but it was literally a preamble to creme brulee brownies. writing is fake

Recipe: http://www.confessionsofacookbookqueen.com/creme-brulee-brownies/

Text in the picture:

Do you want to know something that people don’t tell you about being married for a long time?

You actually do run out of things to talk about.

I know you might think I am kidding, but I am being a million percent truthsies over here. As a child, I always wondered what married people talked about, and was assured by many a family member that there were always things to discuss.

This is a lie. A big, fat one.

It’s really unfortunate that no one was truthful with me, because here I am with nothing to say and completely unprepared on how to deal. My husband and I go on a weekly date night and after I go into detail about my wild day working from home (I ate a Lean Cuisine, I answered three emails, I found a dollar in the wash), I have nothing.

The other day I started to tell my husband about this super interesting thing that had happened, but then I was like, “oh never mind, I’m saving that for our date tonight” and he’s like “um, WHAT?” and I was like, “well, when I’ve got something good I save it for date night so I have something to talk about. It seems like such a waste to spend it on a regular day.”

So then he thought that was one of the weirdest things he’s ever heard about, which I assumed maybe HE already did that too? But he was like, “No, people do not do that.”

It’s like I don’t know how to be a person the right way sometimes.

Every now and again my husband will ask, “did you bake anything today, hon?”  and if I made CrĂ©me BruleĂ© Brownies I say “nope” because I’m hiding them and don’t want to share.

These fudgy little bites of bliss are covered in a thick vanilla custard that slices up like a dream. A sprinkling of sugar and a run under the broiler gets that caramelized, crackly top.

Basically, these are perfect and you need them right now. That is all.

recipe blogs do this so they’ll show up better in search results. a recipe is essentially a list of keywords all clumped together and then some short, simple instructions on what to do with those keywords. google doesn’t like when you fill your webpage up with a million million tags like an overzealous white twink on instagram, so it filters sites that do that out of the top results in favour of sites that balance keywords with content
 so you’re left with a whole slew of foodie and recipe blogs that are FORCED to write a 500-word essay on every recipe they post or they won’t show up in google’s search results as a reputable site.

To my friends on the spectrum, let me explain to you an unspoken social rule that possibly nobody has ever explained to you before

justanotherautisticperson:

elbyjunk:

sonneillonv:

bonehandledknife:

survivablyso:

bonehandledknife:

lierdumoa:

If a neurotypical asks you, “What game are you playing?” they’re not asking you to describe the game.

They’re asking you if they can play too.

If a neurotypical asks you, “What are you watching?” they’re not asking you to explain the plot of the movie/tv show to them.

They’re asking if they can watch it with you.

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When neurotypicals ask you “What are you doing?” 

  • What you think they’re asking: “Please explain to me what you are doing.” 
  • What they’re actually asking:  “Can I join you?”

Now here’s the really fucked up part. If you start explaining to them what you’re doing? They will interpret that as a rejection. 

  • What you think you’re saying: [the answer to their question]
  • What they think you’re saying: This is an elite and exclusive activity for a level 5 friend and you are a level 1 acquaintance. You are not qualified to join me because you don’t know all this stuff. Go away.

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This is why neurotypicals think you’re being cold and antisocial.

IT’S ALL A HORRIBLE MISCOMMUNICATION.

I didn’t realize, even thought it took me almost three decades to learn this, that this was such a paradigm changing realization until we had our conversation today.

But it really really is. One of the most bewildering realizations I’ve had is most people don’t talk to learn things unless its related to work or directly towards their own hobbies, all the words and questions are bonding questions if done socially. They are “lets make friends” questions.

So if I answer their question without an opportunity for the person asking the question to give a response or to join in somehow, the asker feels alienated and starts shutting down.

Example: what are you reading?

True answer but not what they’re looking for: Title of book

Best answer for social scenarios where I want to retain/create friendship: This book is about x and y but it has z that i know u have an interest in too.

Example: what are you doing?

True answer but not: drawing

Best answer for friends: I’m drawing but would u like company while I’m working?

And sometimes frankly I’m not in a headspace where I can process people so the answer is something like, “I would like to do something in a day or later, do you want to plan something?”

Tldr: communication is wierd

HOLY

SHIT

that explains so fucking much thank you

(why the fuck do neurotypicals never just day what they mean ie hey this show looks cool mind if I join you)

Further annoying?

They don’t realize that’s what they’re asking and they just feel rejected and go away. So you can’t even ask them what you did wrong because they can’t even put a finger on why they feel the way they do they just know you made them feel bad for some undefined reason.

I think it has to do, at least partially, with this.

There’s a whole lot of Guess Culture, at least in the US where I live, so that’s what I’m going to talk about.  What these people are doing is testing to see if you will offer them an invitation by expressing their interest in a roundabout way, because to their perception, just ASKING to join you is rude and invasive.  The math goes like this:

– If I ask you if I can join you to watch this TV show, and you don’t want me to, and you say “No, I don’t want you to join me”, then you look like an unfriendly ass.

– If you don’t want to look like an ass, because courtesy is so often performative, you would instead grit your teeth and say “Sure, of course I don’t mind” even though you do.  Now I’ve got what I want – I’m watching the show – but you’re not happy because your private enjoyment has been infringed upon.

– I have now placed social pressure on you to do what I want you to do.  You couldn’t REALLY say no because that would have resulted in social consequences.

– Therefore, instead of asking, I will merely express interest and gauge your response.  This saves us both some embarrassment because you can show me you’re not interested without directly rejecting me as a person, and I can salve my pride a little by attributing your rejection to other things – maybe you were just tired, or cranky, or distracted.  I’m still disappointed, but this hasn’t become a confrontation.

That’s basically how this social junk works out, and it’s why a whole lot of people don’t just say what they mean, or ask for what they need – they perceive that doing so is a form of social coercion.  In other words, they’re trying to be nice and respect your boundaries, but because you didn’t set those boundaries to begin with, the two of you are just missing each other entirely in this conversation.

Exactly. It has little to do with neurotypical or neurodivergent, and everything to do with culture clash. 

If it were ok to say No, then Asking Culture would be more prevalent. 

Since it largely isn’t without “looking like an ass,” and being treated accordingly, then a lot of people conform to Guess Culture.  Especially here in the United States. 

It’s just that Guess Culture is more socially taxing and subtle, and neurodivergents have a more difficult time with it. Surprise! It’s almost like complex social structures are their Achilles Heel.

My family comes from Asking Culture, and it took me forever to conform to Guess Culture. It’s not cuz I’m “autistic,” thanks. I could go more into why I believe, personally, that Guess Culture needs dismantling, but that’s a soap box for another time.

This makes quite a bit of sense. Personally, I haven’t experienced this much although it might just be because I’m from Australia and not the US and Guess Culture might not be as prevalent here. That or my tendency to take things literally means I never pick up on it in the first place. I find that it’s less of a social error (with my neurotypical friends anyway) to say “hey mind if I join you?” if I want to do something with the other person. On the other hand though I was taught that it was impolite to invite yourself to join someone’s activity or to invite yourself over to their house so yeah basically communication is just really weird.

your art trademark i think is, when you do the risograph prints you’ve just got a particular way of nailing down the /essence/ of plants, without too many details, if that makes any sense

pangur-and-grim:

shame on you for encouraging me! I’m so lazy with my plants!

(but also thank you very much – I like making vegetation abstract/can’t be bothered to draw leaves, and it’s super gratifying to hear that folk are into that)

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