Going with the easy content option again, here’s another batch of calendar images from the same year as the BABYLAND set I shared. Missing a couple images here, as I’d included one of the images also in the BABYLAND calendar, and there was one image with my niece and my then boyfriend’s son.
I spend a lot of time in my head. A lack of car in the bay area—a place hostile to anyone wanting to use public transit outside the center of Oakland, SF, and San Jose—means I don’t go out a lot. When I do, I’m either at the mercy of catching a ride with someone who has different goals for the outing, or I spend enough time walking or riding busses and BART that what should be a nice afternoon or evening turns into a whole day affair.
So instead I stay home and hide in my head. I write, I watch stuff on streaming, I try to find a thread of focus that lets me do website work, or lately I’ve started finding games that work under Linux due to Steam’s proton. Castle Crashers is good relatively mindless fun — button mash to commit cartoon violence and laugh at poop jokes. All of that to say, I think a lot.
I end doing that sort of navel gazing that leaves me afraid to step out the front door. I end up with the idea that people are so foreign that attempting to communicate is impossible. At least until I spark with someone, and then I am so desperate for human conversation, I’ll literally bury them with my thoughts until I feel guilty because clearly they have something better to do. Thanks mom for putting the seed in my head that I don’t have anything useful to say, singing You Talk Too Much to a small child really can give them a fucking complex.
I’m not even sure where I intended to go with this, hell, I don’t even know if anyone beyond one person in particular who subscribed to my rss feed even bothers to read what I put up here. The lack of feedback from anyone else, unless I pointedly ask for it, makes me feel like I’m talking to a void. And I cross post to most of my social media with this shit — in theory this goes up on Twitter, tumblr, and diaspora automagically, and I try to manually cross post to my pillowfort even though everyone following me there already follows me on one of the other three.
Hell, I feel like I’m just whining for attention at this point, and I probably am. But I find it I try to self censor against that, I don’t get anything written or posted. I suppose I should just go back to sorting through my photos backlog and posting galleries of those. At least I wouldn’t feel like I’m wasting someone’s time posting those.
BABYLAND is one of my favorite bands. I first encountered them while dating a guy who’s better off left unnamed. I was in a shitty place, I made some bad choices, and I honestly didn’t get much good out of the relationship except he introduced me to BABYLAND.
I’ll admit, when I first heard them, I wasn’t sure. They were a
little lot outside of the range of what I listened to at the time, but I decided I needed to push my boundaries a bit so I agreed to go to the show. I am very glad I did.
The above images were made into a calendar that I still have tucked away. It was a crappy calendar, I made it while I was still working at OfficeMax — it was printed with white borders, coil bound, and generally cheap looking, but it did a job. I used to make calendars as gifts for friends and family using my photos, at first the crappy OMX calendars, but later when I moved to a real print shop, I made nice ones.
I kinda want to make calendars again, but I don’t really have people I’d want to give them to, and I haven’t been taking much in the way of new pictures lately. I think most of the people I’d want to give them to, I’d have to mail them… and I’m so bad at getting to the post office to ship stuff out. Even when I still had a car, I’d be multiple months into the year the calendar was made for before I’d get them shipped out. And I still have a handful of things I need to send to my ex (not the above mentioned one, but someone I’m still on good terms with).
I still have the images from other calendars I’ve made saved in the groups they were used, so I might share some of them. Some of them feature people in my family, since they were a gift to family, so I’ll either omit those photos, or only share the ones that don’t have family pictures in them. We’ll see.
w00t, got my font sorted out. Had some stupid where trying to apply css to someone else’s code meant I was getting some errors, but managed to suss out where the problem lie and get it close enough.
It would be really nice if the preview also used my custom css, so I could see my post in progress in the ubuntu font too, and with my paragraph indents and all that shit. Oh well, that’s what the preview button is for, I guess.
Playing with the Cover Template on the Twenty Twenty theme. Picture from a random excursion for Ingress purposes a while back.
Welp, WP pushed an update that came with a new theme that’s supposed to take advantage of the newer features of their system. So, gonna give this a go. We’ll see if I find enough focus to really play with tweaking it, but for now at least it’s purple. I need to spend a little time finding all the bits I need to target to get the font switched, because I already miss the ubuntu font. >.>
Been having a hard time articulating anything in writing beyond chat, “witty” little quips on the fucking bird site, and my Trek RP lately. Will see if I can find a thread to grasp on that front again. Should start forcing myself to spend time with a notebook on my lunch break or something, and see if that maybe helps. While polishing my writing on my phone or laptop works pretty well, I’ve found that the things I enjoy the results on the most tend to start out their life written on actual paper even if they get a major overhaul before they’re finished, so I need to allocate time to that. I also have a couple of notebooks I bought from Red Bubble like a year ago and still haven’t done anything with… so, yeah.
Speaking of the Red Bubble, I put up some random stuff with my photos on it, but I don’t think I’m marketing anything correctly because the only sales I’ve seen has been the stuff related to my Trek RP — mostly stickers of our logo to crew members. If you’re curious, you can check it out? diziara.redbubble.com
Used to be, I was constantly writing shit on my LiveJournal. Just whatever the fuck was on my mind. I’m sure a lot of it was shit, but it was a thing I did. And I followed other people who did the same, and they wrote awesome things or mundane things, and I enjoyed reading and commenting.
I mean, I guess I could do this on some of the newer social networks, but they don’t feel the same? And I can do the writing here, but I don’t even know if anyone reads any of this shit I post. Especially since I do so infrequently.
It feels like just yelling into the void. At least when I post my stupid like quips on the bird hell site, or in Discord, I see emoji and shit to tell me people are there.
I just feel so disconnected these days.
Wasting time on Pinterest takes too much of my time. I should probably stop doing it… but every once in a while I stumble across something pretty cool. This pin I’d come across before, but this time when I saw it, it started a ball rolling. TL;DR if you don’t want to click through: but US Naval tradition refers to submarines lost at sea as being on eternal patrol. There’s even mention of radio operators hailing all the eternal patrol subs on Christmas just to tell them they’re still remembered. Some people find it creepy, others find it a sweet remembrance of those lost, and some people turn it into a writing prompt. I totally support all of these… but since I’ve got Star Trek on my brain so much, I couldn’t help but wonder, what if a human caused the tradition to make the jump to Starfleet?
I picture someone who comes from a family with a long history of Naval service. They grew up hearing about the Christmas hails to the submarines on eternal patrol; it was something their mother whispered in their ear as they were tucked into bed on Christmas eve each year, talking about her time working the radios when she served. They grow up to join Starfleet—much to the surprise of the rest of the family—and go into communications. Their first patrol on a starship, and they happen to be working communications on the bridge Christmas eve. So they tell their crew mates of the naval tradition, and somehow they convince the officer on duty to let them place the hail out to the starships they can quickly find listed as missing in action.
Next year, their captain presents them with a list. It includes many of the ships from last year, though some have been removed because they found their way safely home, and others added; new ships include those who’d gone missing in the last year, or ships buried in higher security clearance than this lowly ensign had access to. The Christmas hail goes out again, with some other ships in the fleet picking it up and repeating it. There’s a lot of chatter both within Starfleet and without. Admirals express confusion, particularly those who aren’t human, but in the end the ensign is given official clearance to continue—with the understanding that certain ships require secure channels for their hail.
In time they get promoted and eventually assigned to HQ. Every year, they get an updated and carefully organized list of ships and registry numbers, frequencies and encryption keys to use; no one ever appears to have put any on duty time into the effort but the list is always ready in time. It eventually takes over operations of HQ’s communications hub for Christmas eve and day, with people volunteering for the shifts and expressing preference for being on when certain ships are being hailed. The original ensign retires from the fleet, tucking their grandchildren in on Christmas eve with the stories of the new tradition; one of them even joins Starfleet and gets into the regular rotation of volunteers working the holiday hail shift.
This question was intended to start twitter conversation, but it deserves so much more attention and care than Twitter would really allow. It’s not a simple yes/no question.