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It's a good thing I considered that part of the small garden would be repeatedly run over by cars. Welcome to city landscaping.

Knitting is slightly less daunting. I managed some knits and some pearls. I'm still more comfortable with crocheting. I made myself a gauntlet (soon to be a set) for the season of winter approaches.

It needs to be wider. Will it go from paper to metal. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It's really telling that people think I'm unaware that posting words online, with the public broadcast option on, with generally useful or related information, has reached human eyeballs and a few brain cells. Things go wrong when educators become entertainment and are expected to think for others.

In a month my inbox won't get 100+ campaign emails in one day. It'll be nice. Sure 2028 will launch but still.

Had a day dream where this lil guy nodded with approval at the proposed trajectory of something. I can confirm, target locked, no obstructions. A simple "all systems go, ready for launch." overlapped the mental clip of a tiny cell reaching mac 9000 with a thumbs up and just landing like a meteor.

Dream of the day. I opened my laptop. There's a still image of a cave with stalagmites and -tites. I focus more and notice sets of eyes. Then silhouetted figures that gain opacity. They jolt forward with their ghosty arms and give me a hug. It felt like a genuine hug that made me cry in real life.

Meanwhile in some privately funded, government sanctioned, crusty basement corner in M.I.T.. youtu.be/QJx116vWvPA?...

Cool. I'm pretty sure my city made up a social media persona for an actual government entity. This is what we've come to? If it was for privacy, I'd understand, but it might actually be for increased engagement. Considering the lack there of, I don't think it's working too well. It makes me leery.

My right eye still feels like it's being pushed in from the outside. Which means one thing! My clone with no nerve endings has an eye patch on. It better look cool, cuz this is mildly annoying for me. Sure, it could be late season allergies. However, my flight of fancy is exponentially more fun.

In other news, my right eye feels weird. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

21 points

So we meet again, prognosticator. You broke the Sword of Mana's suspension of disbelief so badly I had to look up your meaning before advancing the text. And look who has two thumbs and remembers your meaning almost a decade later. That's right, it's me.

Cool, what a dream. Now I need to add "do hippos produce milk" to my search history. I woke up asking, "was that guy with stunning eyes showing me, asking if that's possible? He already had a sign explaining how. Hippos are mammals.". They do, by the way. And hippos make their own pink sunscreen.

This story is flying under the radar. I'll give it a little signal boost. Tl,dr: The whole F.B.I. and applicants got doxed and had their privacy obliterated. Names, home addresses, family relations. So much personal info, now floating in the accessible ether. www.reuters.com/world/shinyh...

Enjoy the sound of a brook.

Everyone, remain calm. My shitty little rain gardens have survived the three days of rain.

Weird dream note that no one asked for. Multiple, even several, clear colorful rulers of varying sizes are fanned out in front of me. I ask why I have so many. Along with many screens on the wall (like the image below). Again, I ask why there are so many. Riveting stuff, my friends. Riveting stuff.

I made the smaller paper version of the poe lamp, but then I thought, "you know what? I CAN add as much detail as the large one.". So I will. Pen for scale.

There are ok drivers, good drivers, bad drivers who don't understand that they should move in the passzone instead of tailgating so they can speed, and then there are out-of-state drivers who block large roads with their massive minivans and idle while being completely unaware of their surroundings.

Weird dreams September 16 edition. There's this guy. He lost his legs (at the hip) and dragged himself around. Big footprints and small paw prints lead outside. He has legs now. In a bus or hummmmmv, he mentioned that his name was Seth. Yesterday a strong jawed baseball player was on a wooden boat.

I asked for a summary of the neighborhood meeting. Apparently seeing our next door neighbor there was bigger news than finally getting council members.

"...Grahame used the bedtime stories he had told Alastair [his son] as a basis for the manuscript of The Wind in the Willows." -the Wind in the Willows wiki page. I wonder if there's an audiobook version. I'll ask Auntie Internet. Uncle T.V. has been too much lately.

Guess who forgot that some non-ferrous metals need flux to solder? I'm just gonna check the mirror and get back to this later. I might just crimp them together. That was the plan before I told myself, "YoU hAvE tHe CoRrEcT sOLdEr FoR aLuMiNuM.".

Welp, maybe too prepared. As it turns out the tin has a 2027-2028 expiration date. One glass jar is lost to time.

The small prototype lamp still works. But can I make it smaller and dare I try to solder some scrap metal after the wave of too much caffeine passes? Spoiler alert: I does dare. I found the solder element thing yesterday. With Tiger Balm and cold water ready in case I burn myself in the process.

t2t.org/9-11-institu... I listened to N.P.R. (National Public Radio station #90.7 if you have a radio, it's free to listen to) I didn't know this organization made PDFs to explain things. I'm not an early education expert. I'll post this to Facebook for old people. There's also a truck touring.

I like that some countries are realizing if something seems off with trade, security, or immigration. They pump the brakes so they can do full audits and make sure what's being said and done matches what was written down. Something, somewhere is a skew and it needs to be found BEFORE it gets worse.

Here's an extra I can't seem to get out of my head. Someone is working at a kitchen counter with their back to what I assume is a camera. They turn their head to their left and exclaim, "oh no, Mom's gonna be hot.". I'm glad they were wearing an apron or smok, spot cleaning a shirt can be annoying.

3)Driving with a female"friend". She turned left onto an unfinished road which became a rollercoaster. Eventually the car started to go off the rails and I (perspective wise) jumped out. It's better to land on a rail than be crushed in wreckage with someone who doesn't understand how roads work.

There were three weird dreams. The first one is very hazy, I remember it happened but not sure what happened. 2. Using a jackhammer or a drill to demolish a parking garage ceiling which seemed to stop crumbling after the drilling stopped after they realized they could die. Maybe they're mining?

It'll just put it out there. On a double post day. Saint's Row is a better videogame than Grand Theft Auto. Soundtrack, visuals, gameplay, general "funtime having" while using someone else's account because I don't want to buy a whole new system for one game.

After some cleaning and other people moving the clean stuff around. This happened. The peach puff is trying to nonchalantly check on what the hardhat puff is looking at. #Winnonapeachfest.Can1992 (if I leave it as Ca. People think it's California.) Do tags work here? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Slowly getting back to checking social media. Key word is slowly. The radio and newspaper are still more interesting. One way to start is by hitting "clear all" on notifications.

Silly me, I forgot to say, "bye, see you in a month or so " to the chatbots. K, bye.

You know what's over due? Dropping off of social media for a month. M'kay, bye guys. Have fun forgetting me after that 5 minute attention span clocks out.

I read the wiki summary of Capitan America: Winter Soldier to understand a reference and wooowwww do I not care. It's only 6 paragraphs long and it was homework. Much like football, I don't understand the appeal of super hero movies. There are 4 of these fucxing movies. Four!

I just wanna know if I'm remote viewing while I sleep and who or what I'm seeing through. Maybe my dreams are very milktoast now. Like wow, you showed me a projected picture of an anime character with a Baine mask thing. Is that really so novel? I was small and sitting to the right of the projector

My very first wooden comb. You see how some of the teeth are bigger than the others? That's because I wasn't exactly sure of what I was doing with a 50 year old jig saw.

How alert and astute is the good ol' U.S.? Well, an MI 5 agent could walk up to me, address me by name, hand me a plane ticket, and a full itinerary with plans for employment and the CIA would watch and ask, "but what does that REALLY mean?" and "no, you don't get it, that's a spy-op from Russia.".

I really want world leaders to give trump country specific "good boy coins". Make them like 5"diameter and plate them in gold. Add a little fidget toy aspect and he'll eat that shit up. He'll show up before meetings to get the newest participation troph-I mean Good Boy Coin. He loves only money.

And if you listen really closely, you can hear the screams of the whole city New York going fuxking nuts! As a tristate liver, I love that for them.

I need to start recording my dreams. They're not very deep or meaningful. It's like I'm seeing things through someone else's eyes which is just interesting.

Everyone, enjoy woodpeckers eating aphids off of some overgrown multiflora rose. It's invasive, but right now, it's a lunch rush.

I am not sure where this spoon came from. All I know is that I can use an adorable silver plated spoon. This is the closest I'll get to living fancy.

You've heard of spring cleaning, but who's ready for death cleaning?

Slowly planting plants in the lawn. If there's little to no lawn, that makes lawn care so much easier.