squeakthief
The Grim Squeaker
squeakthief

My eyes don’t believe you. My hands are making grabby motions.

I had a Vornado 510 which was quite decent... until the dogs managed to snag the extension cord and pull it off a (fairly low) table. The front cover popped off and one of the blades snapped. End of the fan.

I had a Vornado 510 which was quite decent... until the dogs managed to snag the extension cord and pull it off a

To be pedantic, it’s a spectrum analyzer rather than an equalizer, unless it actually adjusts the frequency response of the audio.

I’ve been considering this recently, having realized that a lot of the structure I once had in my life — the set of labels I used to define myself — have gone or were never really important. I’ve been struggling with new labels and realizing they just don’t fit and that that’s okay. I don’t really need a list of

Fantastic music recommendations here!

Some tests give you a score for each of the four factors along a scale of 0-100, which is far more insightful. Still hardly perfect.

Over the several times I’ve taken the test, I tend to get 100% “I” or close to it, but T/F and P/J hover around 50% and are quite fluid.

I have a personal ritual of sorts, where I go into a quiet room, without phone or computer or other people, nor with reading material. I either journal with pen and paper, or I talk out loud about whatever is on my mind, or I just sit there and informally meditate, or I do pattern-ish coloring books with colored

"Probably, if a multinational consumer goods firm tried to tell you that you could acquire beauty by rubbing a palm-sized wad of Bangladesh on your face, you would not be all, "Cool, I'll do that."

I prefer to use a chunk of Tuvalu, myself.

Um, the “being tricked” meme is exactly the most transphobic thing ever.

(Also, it’s stupid. Other peoples’ genders are not about you.)

Pillars. I don’t know about anything else.

Almost. A world where everyone is beautiful, and no one is happy because they can only look to the left.