Motivation

motivation

People keep chickens and bees and plant gardens and sure, maybe it does end up saving money (not bees, keeping bees is not saving money) and give them a hobby but in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy there is a scene in which "Ford carried on counting quietly. This is about the most aggressive thing you can do to a computer, the equivalent of going up to a human being and saying, “Blood…blood…blood…blood…” and I wonder if keeping chickens and growing vegetables is quietly the equivalent of counting to computers, but applied to the current American agribusiness/food system.

watch the weather with your cat

Very little sleep the past couple of days and that in short, separate chunks, because the older dog is sick with some kind of stomach trouble and has repeatedly woken me up desperately needing outside (she has now been given canned pumpkin with Fortiflora, yogurt to come, fingers crossed). When I have slept, dreams have been vivid and detailed. One yesterday morning included an ominous, jangly song about "Watch the weather with your cat" complete with a little of the music video, which showed a standard issue gray tabby face looking at a CRT TV (I could even see the slight curve of the glass in the screen). So if any up and coming musicians are looking for a way to not become rich and famous, there you go.

Kind of wish I remembered a little more of that.

Cheshire cat

Would be cool for someone (not me) to get a Cheshire cat tattoo, knowing the yellows and oranges may/will slowly fade out over the years leaving the outline and a smile drawn in bold black.

supportive

Dear facebook, meta, whatever you are today:

Sorry about the voodoo doll. I don't really believe in things like that but it seems about as likely to help me get through and get an answer as my many, many attempts to contact support through the links you have so carefully hidden on your site have been. I didn't need my account to apparently self-destruct; you didn't need any funny stuff with little poppets with ear trumpets and pins and needles and candles. But here we are.

Yeah, the person posting isn't the customer and the grocery store doesn't care what the potatoes think, but what happens when they can't get potatoes any more?

Update: I never got through to any kind of support, and did lose about 2/3 of what I had posted there, and nearly everything since 2016. I hate Facebook so fucking much. I hope Mark Zuckerberg gets bedbugs for the rest of his cheap-ass life.

Party crash

Last night I dreamed that I had ordered a bike part (I don't bike) and hadn't gotten it, so thinking it might have been delivered to an old address I went back to the apartment I lived in 25 years ago and wandered into what seemed to maybe be a small gathering of gods or something there. One randomly hugged me and they were mostly nice to me, except one kept threatening to pick me up and cuddle me so that he could hear me better.

I don't think I found the bike part, though.

achievements

I was reading through someone's voluminous therapy records for work yesterday and the therapist had a section about goals/objectives (the software probably required that) and the only goal listed was "become emotionally stable" and that just seems like asking a lot for anyone. Maybe they should include some goals that would be more within reach, like "don't use cocaine this week" " don't bite anyone unless provoked" or "keep your clothes on in public". I can only assume the client does not see and is not told the goals because knowing that you have failed or are failing to achieve your one goal of emotional stability does not strike me as a helpful thing.