March 2018 – Page 7 – Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0

I know this is Britain, but this is the first time a Thai place has ever sent me Basmati rice. 😅 Labeled as jasmine not just on the menu but on the actual container, I might add. No warning that they had different rice, or anything.

Everything else is pretty good, but that was a bit of a surprise. Not a bad flavor, but really not the texture in particular that you usually expect with Thai food.

That’s also about half the size container of rice I would have expected with that size curry dish–so I was extra glad we did have some jasmine on hand. Have some cooking now, to go with the rest now that I’m not too starving anymore to wait for it.

(Though, they did more than make up for the rice size with the soup. About twice as much decent tom kha goong as usually expected.)

No idea if they had a supplier mixup, or if they just figured locals wouldn’t know the difference or care. (“It’s the staple food of almost half the world’s population, yet for most Brits it comes in just two types” – One being Basmati, yeah.)

Especially with the saturation of Indian restaurants, I’m sure restaurants would also find it both easier and cheaper to get here than the jasmine rice.

I don’t feel like complaining about it, but not sure I’ll order from that place again if they’re sending out the wrong rice with no warning, and also being skinchy with it for the price. (Like £2.60 for that smallish container.)

That was fun.

Mr. C headed off to EasterCon yesterday afternoon, so I couldn’t ask him to stop for anything today.

So, I trekked down to the corner shop in the rain a little while ago, only to find that it had apparently closed at least 20 minutes early today! The guy does that sometimes, and I wouldn’t be so put out if walking were easier these days.

So, time to stop by home, regroup a little, put on some warmer pants, and grab the cane. Because of course I got out the door without it the first time around.

The off-license farther up the road in the opposite direction was open, at least. I was planning on picking up what I went for there, then stopping by the usual grocery store on the way back for cat food and something quick to eat.

Out of spoons error, fuck it. Picked up a box of Whiskas pouches at the offie (yay convenient small shops!), and just headed straight home.

Handy solution!

(I haven’t tried that place before, but decent reviews and 20% off. The £15 minimum really should not be an issue tonight 🙄)

Because, yes, I can order in when it’s just me and the cats here! Food is good, and yes I do need it. However that ends up accomplished.

I may be extremely frustrated at even having trouble with some basic daily stuff, left to my own devices now. But, thank goodness for actually open corner shops and the ability to summon food without using the phone. (Plus, of course, not having to worry too much about shelling out for delivery when necessary.)

Now that I’ve settled down some, time to get some nice warming drink, put my feet up, and try to arrange supper.

barkycatbros:

Thomas telling me about his busy to-do list. 😸📢

brainstatic:

I really don’t want to hear how America is so far to the right of Europe as the British left debates over whether or not Jews can be trusted.

boopsandswoops:

lifelessordinary0:

Temple of Horus, Egypt

its horus he’s here

dwarfpriest:

truclifford:

gazzymouse:

d4rke57mund:

me: *deletes fucking everything off my phone*

phone: your storage is almost full

When you delete things off of a mobile device (like a phone or digital camera), the file goes to your phone’s recycle bin (just like on a desktop computer or laptop), typically an invisible folder named .trashes or .trash. There, it continues to take up the same amount of memory storage as it did before you ‘deleted’ it. To empty your mobile device’s recycling bin, plug your phone into your desktop or laptop via USB as a memory device, right click on your desktop/laptop’s recycling bin/trash, and tell it to empty your recycling bin/empty trash. Your computer will empty all .trash/.trashes folders, including the one on your phone, actually deleting the files permanently this time, freeing up your phone/camera’s memory space. Reblog to save a life.

(I know this works on MAC with my Andriod, it’s not too far a stretch to do the same on Windows and/or with other phones as well. In fact, it should be easier to do on Windows since Windows Explorer is more conducive to finding hidden folders.)

FINDING THIS RANDOM POST ON MY DASHBOARD GAVE ME THE BEST ANSWER TO SHIT I’VE BEEN GOOGLING ABOUT FOR MONTHS!!!

HOLY

Check if your phone’s file manager doesnt have an option to look and empty your recycle bin. My Asus’ Zenfone 2 has it.

I use Android Assistant or Samsung’s stock Smart Manager to quickly clear out cache space and unwanted files like that. Plenty of options available, if you search. Besides basic file managers, as mentioned.

(On a semi-related note, to free up more storage space? You might also want to periodically check downloaded documents. I forgot to do that for a while, and got back about 1GB from the pileup of random PDFs, etc. 😨 Felt like a dumbass for not doing it earlier, but glad for the space.)

hayley566:

Sour cream baby

Source: sologatos

neurodiversitysci:

dragon-in-a-fez:

it’s always amazing to watch adults discover how much changes when they don’t treat their perspective as the default human experience.

example:
it’s been well-documented for a long time that urban spaces are more
dangerous for kids than they are for adults. but common wisdom has
generally held that that’s just the way things are because kids are
inherently vulnerable. and because policymakers keep operating under the assumption that there’s nothing that can be done about kids being less safe in cities because that’s just how kids are, the danger they face in public spaces like
streets and parks has been used as an excuse for marginalizing and regulating them out of
those spaces.

(by the same people who then complain about kids being inside playing video games, I’d imagine.)

thing is, there’s no real evidence to suggest that kids are inescapably less safe in urban spaces. the causality goes the other way: urban spaces are safer for adults because they are designed for adults, by adults, with an adult perspective and experience in mind.

the city of Oslo, Norway recently started a campaign to take a new perspective on urban planning. quite literally a new perspective: they started looking at the city from 95 centimeters off the ground – the height of the average three-year-old. one of the first things they found was that, from that height, there were a lot of hedges blocking the view of roads from sidewalks. in other words, adults could see traffic, but kids couldn’t.

pop quiz: what does not being able to see a car coming do to the safety of pedestrians? the city of Oslo was literally designed to make it more dangerous for kids to cross the street. and no one realized it until they took the laughably small but simultaneously really significant step of…lowering their eye level by a couple of feet.

so Oslo started trimming all its decorative roadside vegetation down. and what was the first result they saw? kids in Oslo are walking to school more, because it’s safer to do it now. and that, as it turns out, reduces traffic around schools, making it even safer to walk to school.

so yeah. this is the kind of important real-life impact all that silly social justice nonsense of recognizing adultism as a massive structural problem can have. stop ignoring 1/3 of the population when you’re deciding what the world should look like and the world gets better a little bit at a time.

Empathy and universal design are for more than just people with disabilities.

Also, I love this quote: “it’s always amazing to watch adults discover how much changes when they don’t treat their perspective as the default human experience.”

sophgoph-the-nerd:

voidbat:

i-cant-i-have-rehearsal:

lipstickmystic:

amx004qubeley:

freddiebicury:

the pitch of someone’s voice is not an indicator of their gender, goodbye

yeah it is, dummy. everyone knows theres only 4 genders, alto, tenor, soprano, and bass.

please stop baritone erasure

#mezzosporanosmatter

freddie mercury: confirmed for gender overlord.

Yeah freddy hit that B flat

andneverforgives:

cherryseltzer:

gnetophyte:

shmernstrobel:

is anybody else unsettled by how a lot of protests have turned into a “who can make the most clever sign” contest

right and i feel like that distracts from and decontextualizes the original intent of the protest. protest slogans become another thing to consume, another commodity to produce and to enjoy

it’s really alarming. i also come from a different school of protesting, where it’s like… 101 to not name names, show faces, etc. and the fact that people take photos of everyone’s faces and tag as many people as possible in their protest selfies is super alarming. you are doing the cops’ job for them.

I think this stems from two different, but not unrelated, issues:

1) A lot of this trend can be blamed on that damned Stewart/Colbert stunt rally. It might have been meant as a joke, but it turned out to be some kind of manifesto for moderation, a kind of stealth conservatism that feeds into the myth that agitation for political change is “divisive” and “uncivil” (and worthy of ridicule).

2) The Women’s March and the March for our Lives (where, if I’m not mistaken, most of the pictures of cute/funny signs are being posed for and taken) are more akin to parades than protests.

They remind me of the kind of events I was involved with in when I was teenager, working with Planned Parenthood to get a clinic built in our mid-sized Midwestern city. We reserved space in local July 4 and Memorial Day parades, tossed candy, and held up signs promoting women’s healthcare. We didn’t bury the pro-choice message, but it was definitely sanitized for max consumption. It was a(n effective) PR campaign, but wasn’t agitating for much in the way of radical change. (Abortion was legal; the bullshit laws limiting its practice hadn’t yet been put into effect; we were pretty much establishing a community presence until PP’s lawyers challenged all the illegal zoning bullshit that the city was throwing at us to keep PP from buying any real estate in the city.)

It was also a movement run almost entirely by middle-class and upper-middle-class white women, so while we faced some danger from the violent fringe of of the local anti-choice movement, we could count on protection from the local police.

Writing a pithy sign and smiling for the camera (and then posting the photo online) may not be something only white protesters/marchers are doing, but I imagine that even when POC are doing it, class privilege is playing a role in their decision making as well.