November 2nd, 2010

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nothing else

If I do nothing else today (and when I say “do nothing else”, I mean write, go buy some baby ibuprofen, grocery shop and finish the laundry, all of which must be done), I will get the goddamned laundry room cleaned. While I’m at it, I would like to solve world hunger and bring peace to the masses.

Michelle Sagara is writing a really fascinating and insightful series of posts about having an Asperger child, which was prompted by the bullying posts a few weeks ago. They’re good reading (long; she keeps apologizing for that, but if you’ve read any of Michelle’s books you know short isn’t in her vocabulary), and a lot of it is probably relevant to any parent. Start at the bottom, since that tag just hits all the posts. :)

I seek Internet Wisdom. I want a digital stereo. What I want, however, for lack of a better term, is a solid state one. I don’t want something to plug an iPod or its ilk into. I want something with an internal hard drive which I can load music onto. I want the ability to create playlists on that stereo, which means an interface large enough to read and easy to navigate. I genuinely don’t care if it plays CDs, since the whole idea here is to go digital with the music. I don’t care about upgradeability, either, because anything I buy at this date is going to last me a long time because I simply don’t buy very much music. A terabyte or two is not going to fill up fast.

Anyway, so that’s what I want. Does such a thing even exist?

(x-posted from the essential kit)
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repetitive motion injury

Last night my wrist started hurting. It felt thick, like it needed to be popped (a very familiar sensation, from working four years on the slime line in a cannery), but I couldn’t get it to pop. I took some aspirin and went to bed and noticed it was still vaguely thick-feeling this morning. It didn’t hurt, though, until I scooped Young Indiana up and swept him around in the fashion I usually do. And my wrist went “HEY MOTHERF*CKER WATCH WHAT YOU’RE DOING!”

So now I have a wrist brace, because six months of baby-slinging has damaged me where decades of millions of words typed haven’t. Sheesh.

(x-posted from the essential kit)