Today you can be thankful that I had a perfectly insidious day while you probably didn't. I ate dinner with a family that probably wouldn't throw water on me in a fire along with another "friend" at least as two-faced as my last one, who I tragically memorialized here a few months ago shortly before I never saw or spoke with her again, which was still the best thing that's happened to me in a while.
I practically choked on the food, which was pretty awful even by our country's dismal abomination of early Americana, then came home to someone I care about being harassed and threatened with actual bodily harm over a fart fan left on "too long" which was bothering him I don't know how and matters I don't know why when he doesn't pay the bills. Oh, and there was a huge household blowup tonight (five people involved) over a bar of shower soap they were using up on us when they can easily buy their own. I was told by the house owner to stop acting like a child and just buy their fucking soap and then asked why it was a big deal, because of course I should subsidize rich 54 year old single men in all their pursuits, toilet paper and soap related activities included (I'm expected to buy his food, as well, because that's what min-wage McJob workers are supposed to do - support the rich - even within the confines of their homes, which they happily refuse to contribute to, not if there are any Poors around to do it for them).
When I told the person yelling at me that he should let the person in question buy his own fucking soap - and toilet paper - and food - and let him act like a grownup which he hasn't been doing much of lately, I was told me and the other person who own and manage the buying of our soap were the ones acting like children because we won't buy it for the rich person, as well. Oooooookay, then, have another beer, buddy, that seems to be helping your deductive reasoning - a lot. Then again, he's the same way stone cold sober. And again, his rich buddy could set my ass on fire, and this other guy would blame me for making him want to, and absolve Mr. Rich of any and all blame, because $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$, baby - I ain't got them, but he does, and hey, I'm not supporting him, which obviously would set him off, so who am I to complain about whatever happens? I asked for it, didn't I? You gotta go along to get along or didn't you know that, dumbass?
Cuz you see, that's how this here thing works.
One day this will all be over, and I am sooooo looking forward to it.
I did a DW journal search just now for "clucky", knowing every Thanksgiving post I've ever made, like ever, would come up because they all have the same title, because that's how I find them from one year to the next, because even back when I used tags I hated them and always found the contents of this blog through Google or a DW search or occasionally with a trip through my Archives (when even I am as lost as everyone else, but know what I'm thinking of; sometimes just a single word I can recall is the only mental clue I have as to what the hell I'm after) because I really am that lazy and tags, I hate them, or did I say that?
Tags clutter up your page and add weight to your CSS if you're going to style them (and believe me, you're going to style them). They go in reverse chronological order so if you're looking for something more than a screen back, it will take the modern day person's equivalent of forever to find it. And I'm like, a super impatient person. I think Google should read and filter my thoughts and post the better ones to Twitter and DW for me so I won't have to (do you KNOW how many posts I've lost over sheer lack of automation and an even greater lack of time and ability to post manually every time I think of an awesome thing to write? This blog would have more pages than fucking Wikipedia if I could ever have pulled that off).
This post has already frustrated me because it's including more than the original subject matter - because brain, it wanders - and I've got two left thumbs on the keyboard tonight (I should say two right thumbs, because I'm left-handed, but it's a right-handed world, so whatever) so editing will take forever (ETA: and ha, I wasn't kidding). And because no company on Earth has yet done what I want, I'll have to manually type, edit, re-edit and finally give up on every last word - like I always do - because without the dreampt-of autoposter I'll have to rely on my brain, which is seriously lacking in both speed and precision. Grrrrr.
Anyway, I thought I was missing a Clucky Day for 2010 but actually, I'm not; it's just got a strange title, which I'm probably going to amend in a minute to match the rest, because wth, I thought I'd died when I couldn't find it (life in the Matrix, 'tis strange). So I'm not missing any posts for six years running, which fills me with relief, as I was getting ready to blame my ex of eight years for stressing me out too much to write or something but
literally no one has ever stressed me out too much I was no longer with him by then.
Of course, there's no guarantee I'll do the post from one year to the next as I don't write it until after dinner. I could theoretically eat so much turkey I die - I swear that wouldn't take much - or else have such a bad day it never gets posted, but neither has happened yet, though I came close to sort of a hybrid of both situations back in 2012, to judge by the entry's not-so-cool title. Which I'm thinking of editing now because uh, I'm still posting these things, after all; false alarm times 3.
The OTW Board of Directors voted at its regularly scheduled meeting on 22 November to appoint Andrea Horbinski to serve the remainder of the term vacated in 2014 by Anna Genoese, ending 31 December 2016. Filling board vacancies by appointment is a normal part of board work provided for in Article V §4 of the OTW Bylaws, and the Board has done so at multiple points in the past.
After discussion with the rest of the Board, Andrea Horbinski has decided to decline the appointment to the OTW Board for 2016. She has tendered her resignation from the Board effective 15 December 2015. Soledad Griffin, Jessica Steiner, Eylul Dogruel, Cat Meier, and M.J. MacRae are also resigning from the Board effective on that date. Those who currently serve as members of OTW committees will remain with the organization in their staff roles but not their Board roles.
The 2015 Board wishes the 2016 Board and the volunteers, staff, and membership of the OTW all the best for the organization’s continued success.
For those who want to know how I feel about this, see below cut.
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This article shows a picture of the GUI on Microsoft's first operating system, MS-DOS - *ahem*...that's MS-DOS Executive if you're fancy. If you look in the lower left hand corner, you'll see what looks like a game of checkers going on with ugly red and blue chips against an even uglier astroturf green background. This - this - is the only game I've ever played on Windows. It's called Reversi (which is basically the board game Othello; strangely enough, I've never played it) and it rocks your brain - but unlike its parent OS, it never got to be 30 years old. I had no idea it was with Windows from its harumpy Executive start.
Not that I'll do the research right now, but one day it would be nice to find out what other games (if any - Solitaire, perhaps?) came with MS-DOS and when Reversi became online-capable (I can't imagine it was that way from the start). I still play it, but beginning with Windows Vista it disappeared, forcing me to re-install XP to play it again, Sam, which I've done many, many times, because there is no better way to kill time while CCleaner wipes data, frees disk space and, more recently, overwrites my pesky cluster tips - wait, I don't even know what that is, I just do it, anyway, so there's something else I should look up - than go kill myself playing Reversi.
One of the few good things about Windows 10? My beloved game is back - without having to reinstall XP - in the form of Online Reversi, which is free (with in-app upgrades; I can't imagine what those are, though, seriously?) in the Windows Store. It's not made by Microsoft (which is a shame, as I still vastly prefer the XP version to all others - even MSN's online game sucks) but it does have neat capabilities that MS's did not, like playing against the AI (XP's version would fail with the message: "Cannot connect to game server/Try again?/Quit?" if your machine went offline) which I can do until my brains are practically popping out from over-exertion - which, being me, is exactly what makes it so much fun.
Trivia question: can anyone recall Reversi's messenger? It had one. Back when I started playing (2004ish) it was considered state of the art, a top of the line medium because it allowed you to communicate with other players while eliminating all forms of harassment by using pre-written text messages in a long dropdown list beneath the game board that you could scroll through and select from. Some of the messages were sort of competitive, like "Ha! I got the corner!" But there was no corresponding "answer" like "Yep asshole, you sure did". The wildest response you could make was, "Good one!" or if you were feeling pretty frisky, something about how you'd get them back in the next round.
Bonus points if you can recall the dialog box at the end of every game: "Play again? Quit?" If your opponent won they'd almost always want to Play Again - unless they wiped your ass off the board, in which case they usually found you unworthy and Quit (we also had the option of quitting midgame regardless of who was winning, which came in handy if something came up). If you lost it was considered bad form to initiate an offer to Play Again unless the score was very, very close or an actual tie or you only lost in the last few seconds after a good, long winning streak; otherwise the winner was expected to invite you back by accepting the Play Again message before you did. If you asked to Play Again but got rejected, it felt like losing twice, so you learned to avoid it.
And bonus bonus points if you can recall either of the following: how long Reversi took to connect to other servers on dial-up (simply forever) and how much longer it took to connect to China, which for some reason it did, usually starting around 3am when apparently all the US players except me had crashed. An extra bonus bonus bonus if you can recall exactly how many servers Reversi connected to, because I can't. The US and China for sure, along with possibly Russia, but for some reason, Poland and perhaps a few other Slavic countries are also jumping around in my mind as possibilities.
Signal-boosting much appreciated!
It says what?
Note to self: I'm going blind. I don't know what's wrong with my eyes but this is the most trouble I've had with them since my early 20s, when I got them tested and was diagnosed 20/40 with left eye astigmatism. I got a prescription on the spot, lost the glasses within my first or second week of wearing them, and never wore glasses again. Subsequently my eye problems (blurry vision with small print, mostly) seemed to clear up that same year on their own, and did not seriously affect me again until my late 30s, but again, in a very hit and miss, on and off fashion (which was...hormones? The immediate effect of an even occasional lack of sleep? Brain tumors? Beats the crap out of me).
Around the same time my mom got sick - shortly before she died - my eyes started deteriorating again (I did actually up the font size on the blog around this time, because I gave up - I could not see it anymore. I can see it now, but my sight has deteriorated so much in the last year it's just barely). So I had to buy readers, 1.25 magnification, which I still wear today, and they still work fine. But. Until this year I never needed them to get through work. Now I can't see small print, period.
I mean, I can see it, usually as some sort of obnoxious blob of smudgy black with weirdly floating/mutating letters and numbers (which is not my infamous dyslexia; what I call "dyslexia" is more my ability to flip any two things in the world, including letters, numbers, sentences, paragraphs, facts, opinions, people, cats, dogs, cars, stores, hair salons, continents, etc. than it is a constant flipping of letters and numbers). And sometimes I can even make accurate guesses as to what the obnoxious, floating, mutating, black smudge might say, based on a combination of what I expect it to say and seeing similar shapes used previously within the same fonts. But no matter which fonts I'm viewing - even ones I look at all day, every day - 3s look like 5s and 9s look like 0s and 0s look like 8s and there is not a single food label in the US I can read without glasses firmly affixed to my face and crap, I don't need them to see anything but small print so I'm constantly taking them off to focus on what else I'm doing besides staring at small print and I just want to get bifocal contacts permanently attached to my eyes or else go get Lasicked. Neither is an option.
As to losing, misplacing, or mishoming my glasses, I do that constantly, because they're not attached to my body and things must literally attach to not get lost. But I can't wear glasses on a chain; I've tried but due to my reckless, clumsy nature I tend to choke myself or else catch the chain and snap it, usually in in the most embarrassing way possible (say, in front of five others while choking myself).
I can't keep glasses on my head because they slide off which not only messes up my hair but drives me nuts. If I lay them down, I'll leave them wherever I last saw them, which is usually at work if I'm home and home if I'm at work. I bought a second pair to account for early signs of dementia but either I have no pairs at work and two at home because I forgot to bring or take them in whichever direction they were going or else I have one pair at work and lose the other pair at the house.
Eyes; seriously, just screw them.
My obsession with curry continues
In at least five makings of curry since posting this recipe I've come to learn using fresh or ground ginger makes little difference; fresh is slightly brighter yet weaker. Using a mixture of both seems to work best, especially with a very heavy hand on the bottled stuff. Also, running out of yogurt the other night (it was all spoiled: I literally tossed two $5 tubs of yogurt in the trash because I couldn't bother storing two huge tubs of spoiled yogurt in an already too-full fridge until I had time to run them back to two different stores for refunds) was not a big deal because sour cream also works just fine. Others watching me cook were making like, gagging noises, when I suggested sour cream as a yogurt substitute but tasting the results shut all that right down. To my tongue it was nearly identical, maybe a tad less sweet, but neither product has a drop of sugar to begin with, so the sweetness would have to be more something in the yogurt's chemical makeup than actual sweetness.
Also, jasmine rice kicks plain white rice's ass for this recipe. Have to buy more jasmine.
Also-also, I'm one of the small percentage of the population that has a genetic blip that makes cilantro taste like soap, which the curry recipe calls for. And I'm sad about this because the curry actually gels better, flavorwise, finished with cilantro than with Italian flat leaf or curly American parsley (yes, I've tried all three at this point; Italian flat leaf is next-best, but it's just not the same.)
Raise your hand if you've had tomatillos!
I tried raw tomatillo for the first time tonight (it was someone else's turn to cook, which turned out to be Mexican and included tomatillo as part of their salsa topping). It's so weird but so good; it tastes like a slightly acidic pear but looks like a plain green tomato. Except the inside looks like an unripe, gassed tomato, with tiny light brown seeds scattered haphazardly throughout. The papery skin, which always scared me when I (very gingerly, as though I was approaching the actual Lochness Monster) viewed tomatillos in the grocery store, just harmlessly peels away, and is no bother at all.
Are y'all ever afraid of food? *raises hand*
Raw coconuts, raw pineapples and anything in the produce section with a name I can't pronounce without becoming bilingual, in particular, terrifies me. I'm also afraid of anything that looks like an octopus (which, come to think of it, might not exactly make silveradept's day).
such irony such that
anxiety half strangles me
tangles my throat muscles tighter chokes
up my air my pills my power of speech
why do you do this?
what good does it do
to squeeze my voice
until each bite of
food each swallow
of air is act
the world is cold enough already
I do not need the brush of a scarf
tucked close around my neck
to make me gag for breath
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That, uh, went places. Things certainly happened. Yep.
I wish that the fandom was still vibrant and had active "hubs" for me to frequent... I wish I could see what DGM-fandom-as-it-once-was would have done with these new chapters.
(And how players in the DGM Dressing Room would have handled it all. Hoo boy.)
Also, I wish that all the novels and such would be translated and brought over so I could buy them.