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cudaTwo blog posts in a week, what is this?
My partner is upstairs finishing a final paper for her Composition class - because she's going back to school to finish her Associates', y'all! Which I am mentioning because I'm so proud of her and hopeful for her. In order to resist the urge to just snag a book and curl up in her vicinity (and probably distract her from Doing the Thing as a result), I'm down here starting the labor of transferring things and backing things up from Tumblr.
You may see some weird things cross your reading page. I'll try to backdate my experiments to mitigate the weird. I want to try to save gifsets and I'm not exactly sure how to go about that. It feels like I'm reverse engineering my own Tumblr experience here, since I bungled the first time I tried to post a giftset there, assuming that these Perfect Layouts everyone managed were a result of clever table coding. Now I'm probably going to have to do some clever table coding to make the gifsets line up on DW. We'll see.
I'm starting with the smaller side blogs for now. I'll pick some Saturday when I'm supposedly writing to start the backup on my main blog, so I have an excuse to keep the computer on for a long period of time. Can you walk away from a backup and just check in every few days to see if it's done? I haven't read the instructions all the way through, I confess.
On a completely different topic, yesterday an investigator for the county attorney's office left a business card on my mailbox. Because internally I'm somewhere between a nervous horse and a wood mouse, my mind immediately went to the worst possible scenarios - none of which are even plausible, but when does adrenaline have anything to do with logic? My extended family hasn't had the greatest interactions with the law. I have generalized anxiety. None of this was ever going to be a good mix.
After checking the contact information to be sure the person was real and the phone number was official, I called back and left a voicemail, asking to know what the card was for. Then stewed. And cried. And made my poor, patient partner listen as I spilled all my intrusive thoughts. She helped shoot holes in the least plausible Terrifying Possibilities, and together we distracted me for around four hours until the rest of me either got too tired to gaf, or finally got round to realizing there was literally nothing I could do about it.
I'm so tired of managing myself. It's a lift for two people, sometimes, let alone just me. I mean, I'm gonna do it, because somebody's gotta, otherwise there might legitimately be some neighborhood complaints about the lady who runs up and down the street, naked and screaming. And then when the card shows up on my mailbox, we'll all know exactly what it's for.
So, this morning the investigator calls back at around 7:30AM. And what's it about?
Checking to see if [Insert Random Person's Name] lives at this address. Which they don't. I've never even gotten any random mail with that name on it, and I've gotten random mail for the last two people to live at this address. It was maybe a five minute conversation, and that was that.
You wanna talk about euphoric. I feel like I've gotten over the flu.
My partner is upstairs finishing a final paper for her Composition class - because she's going back to school to finish her Associates', y'all! Which I am mentioning because I'm so proud of her and hopeful for her. In order to resist the urge to just snag a book and curl up in her vicinity (and probably distract her from Doing the Thing as a result), I'm down here starting the labor of transferring things and backing things up from Tumblr.
You may see some weird things cross your reading page. I'll try to backdate my experiments to mitigate the weird. I want to try to save gifsets and I'm not exactly sure how to go about that. It feels like I'm reverse engineering my own Tumblr experience here, since I bungled the first time I tried to post a giftset there, assuming that these Perfect Layouts everyone managed were a result of clever table coding. Now I'm probably going to have to do some clever table coding to make the gifsets line up on DW. We'll see.
I'm starting with the smaller side blogs for now. I'll pick some Saturday when I'm supposedly writing to start the backup on my main blog, so I have an excuse to keep the computer on for a long period of time. Can you walk away from a backup and just check in every few days to see if it's done? I haven't read the instructions all the way through, I confess.
On a completely different topic, yesterday an investigator for the county attorney's office left a business card on my mailbox. Because internally I'm somewhere between a nervous horse and a wood mouse, my mind immediately went to the worst possible scenarios - none of which are even plausible, but when does adrenaline have anything to do with logic? My extended family hasn't had the greatest interactions with the law. I have generalized anxiety. None of this was ever going to be a good mix.
After checking the contact information to be sure the person was real and the phone number was official, I called back and left a voicemail, asking to know what the card was for. Then stewed. And cried. And made my poor, patient partner listen as I spilled all my intrusive thoughts. She helped shoot holes in the least plausible Terrifying Possibilities, and together we distracted me for around four hours until the rest of me either got too tired to gaf, or finally got round to realizing there was literally nothing I could do about it.
I'm so tired of managing myself. It's a lift for two people, sometimes, let alone just me. I mean, I'm gonna do it, because somebody's gotta, otherwise there might legitimately be some neighborhood complaints about the lady who runs up and down the street, naked and screaming. And then when the card shows up on my mailbox, we'll all know exactly what it's for.
So, this morning the investigator calls back at around 7:30AM. And what's it about?
Checking to see if [Insert Random Person's Name] lives at this address. Which they don't. I've never even gotten any random mail with that name on it, and I've gotten random mail for the last two people to live at this address. It was maybe a five minute conversation, and that was that.
You wanna talk about euphoric. I feel like I've gotten over the flu.
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Date: 2018-12-07 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-07 04:42 am (UTC)Before I did anything, I googled something along the lines of 'county investigator left a business card, what does this mean?' because it wouldn't be the first time I'd missed a social cue that everybody else seems to know about.
Googling it was as bad an idea as you can imagine.
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Date: 2018-12-07 04:58 am (UTC)