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( Aug. 23rd, 2021 05:03 pm)
Google informed me that I was close to filling up my free 15 gigs, and I'd have to pay for more storage. Since I don't want to pay for more storage, and since I don't use 99% of the stuff I have collected, I went through and purged everything I don't need. That includes email. I'm still going through email, but I got to 2010 and the time I was using Livejournal and Dreamwidth. It prompted me to check in, update my accounts, and post.

I'm mostly on Facebook these days. Yes, I know, Facebook is a dumpster fire on train tracks. It's also where my family is. Only a few holdouts from my LJ/DW days aren't on FB, so FB is the best way to reach the most people. I miss non-FB people, though. So hi, how's it going? Who still posts here?

I'm doing well these days, by the way. I'm writing D&D adventures for a small press, and I volunteer at a cat rescue. That's where most of the data came from, btw. I get sent vet records, and those attachments add up. I purged the last couple years worth and suddenly I had space again.

Still married. I have three cats right now: Gigi, Boopsie, and Larry. Gigi is a lovebug, Boopsie is our Imperial Mistress, and Larry is dumber than a brick, but he's very good-looking.

If you want to find me other places besides Facebook, I'm also on Slack and Discord. Just drop a comment if you want my handle. I'd be super happy to reconnect.
Don't mind me. I'm just testing this whole LJ-crosspost thing. Also, hello!
karjack: Picture of a woman with a hot dog. She looks very excited about it. (Default)
( May. 31st, 2009 11:31 pm)
I'm taking some of the money I'd set aside for my birthday, and this week I am going to donate it to Planned Parenthood with a note saying that I'm doing so in Dr. Tiller's memory. I'm not posting this for a pat on the back, but rather to encourage others to do the same.

Dr. Tiller's murder was intended to send a message. To be afraid, to be discouraged. We need to send a message right back. Push, and we push harder. Not with violence, because we're better than you, but with our time, our money, and our voices.

If not Planned Parenthood, than any pro-choice organization you support. The important thing is to lend your support, back it up with a donation, and talk about it.

Please don't comment about how you can't/won't. I don't care. If you can, if you want, please consider it.


X-posted from my LJ.
karjack: Picture of a woman with a hot dog. She looks very excited about it. (Default)
( Apr. 24th, 2009 10:21 pm)
I just went nuts with unscented lotion and essential oils. I'm following recipes I found online, so I can't claim any credit for the creative aspect, but this is enjoyable. I wouldn't mind playing around and developing a few recipes of my own. Aromatherapy's actually astoundingly effective against anxiety. Alliteration! Maybe I've been huffing a few too many eucalyptus fumes.

I tried a recipe suggested to me by [personal profile] rainbow, and it turned out very nice. Neroli oil is expensive, but we found a small bottle we could afford, and it's so lovely.
While I was reading up about the wonders of the noble, nutritious beet, I found a Wikipedia article about beeturia. Apparently some people don't break down betalain pigments, and they pass right through. Sometimes as a deeply alarming blood red color.

I am so glad I read that before it became an issue. As hilarious as a trip to the hospital would have been in retrospect, I can't afford to pay out of pocket for that kind of comedy gold.
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karjack: Picture of a woman with a hot dog. She looks very excited about it. (Default)
( Apr. 8th, 2009 09:45 am)
The human body is a funny thing, and it's intriguing how it seems to know what it needs without any conscious interference from that pesky brain. For example, lately I have been craving beets. I've developed a serious obsession. Last night I went through various recipes online and bookmarked every beet recipe that looked remotely appealing, and there were dozens.

I don't even eat beets. Once, in my teens, I had a fresh beet for the first (and only) time, and it was okay, I guess. Every other exposure has been to pickled beets, which I do not like at all. One bite and I spit it out. Bleh. Beets aren't something I even think of as food most of the time. One of my parents must not have liked them, because they were never on the dinner table.

I cannot stop wanting beets. Beets all the time. I finally broke down and roasted some. They are the most delicious thing I have ever had in all my life. I wolfed down the first one, and now my tummy is rumbling for more. Apparently beets are very nutritious and are a rich source of folate, among other things. I had no idea until I looked it up just now. Okay, my brain had no idea. The rest of me, on the other hand...

So I guess I'm eating beets now. There are worse things to crave. I've been very ill for awhile. If I start to feel better, that will be too funny. How does the body remember what it's looking for from one beet eaten fifteen years ago?

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( Apr. 7th, 2009 11:23 am)
I'm very excited about being here on Dreamwidth and so grateful to be gifted with an invitation. I look forward to being here, and I'll try to have something more insightful to say later. For now, I'm off to wrangle a Maine Coon.

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