thu/20211125

Housemouse nearly derailed the morning's work session – even more than the standard-issue "return to MainFicThing after break from MainFicThing" inability to figure out where to start derailment – but noise-cancelling headphones made it (housemouse, not inability to start) tolerable.

Eventually: a useful - finally - way to integrate graphs and visualizations in Obsidian which I probably should have figured from the start but: create a main page for a section, add wikilinks to all of the shardsnfragments in the ShardsnFragments folder that are to comprise this particular section and start writing on that doc, with a second pane open to "local graph" to see connections (two deep, for now – though I might stick with one). Copy, paste, link, manipulate, etc etc.

I thought about returning to Twitter today but Twitter so to hell with it: I know that what I do or say doesn’t really matter but at least in this space I don’t feel bad about it and am content being the tree in the forest, focusing on the things I can control and (trying to) say(ing) fuck it to everything I can't which is pretty much everything so there.

The day awaits; the holiday gauntlet begins.

weds/20211124

Ham addition to morning's omelete (number 1825, +/-) marked a delightful change to my culinary routine; the dogchildren thought so too, thus ensuring a minor victory over the great pizza clusterfuck of last night (broke 300 for the first time in five years) and its resultant multiple stabbings to bring me back to an earthly 147 by breakfast (I've found that ye olde BS falls at least 50-60 points during my working times; even had a low during yesterday's afternoon workblock). Fortunately, I had turned off my bodily push notifications – the strangeness of which will never dissipate – so I did manage a good night's sleep.

Continuing to fiddle and muck about with the SecondFicThing I wanted to play with: a semblance of the parameters emergent so as to allow more freedom in assembling / collecting shards and fragments.

Further dogchildren-sustenance (beyond ham-omelette remnants) and requisite coldnfrosty kickball game inbound; the day awaits.

tue/20211123

My blood has triggered another alarm, same as yesterday's alarm at the same time – such is the way for a few days after having to miss an outdoors run (thanks to blood sugar being too low); ding ding ding, et al.

RE/EMERGENCE0005 is off for EJK to do her awesome thing with it and I've moved on to something I've wanted to play with for awhile. Also managed to give myself new insight as to working methods in this, the shards-n-fragments era.

In heartlandia news, Brandon is getting all sorts of encouragement, banners hanging from porches; crude spraypaint tags on the marshmallow disguises of haybales; middle-of-intersection road defilement – at least the turquoise penises of yore served a purpose and resulted in many a pothole being filled.

Oh, those were the days.