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Here’s an image from WP’s cool new free images thingie “Openverse”, complete with an attribution which makes it look like I can be bothered.

Flowers Field” by Jon Phillips/ CC0 1.0

Yep, that’s me kinda, hehe

Kind reproducing after kind, is that even allowed these days?

It’s a lovely, wholesome concept from a game!

Just like me and my sweetie 🙂

That’s us! That’s exactly what it feels like!

I haven’t gotten over being grateful that I get to experience a lovely relationship with a sweet, understanding man of my own free choice. I married him because I wanted to and because I thought it was a good idea. Everybody should do that at least once in life!

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  • But Where Shall I Post

    Kinda irritated with X again.

    Here’s what I was gonna post. (I’ll put the bitching after.)

    I was gonna say something along the lines:
    “VASAviation, first best source for airplane oops news! The airline hasn’t released the gender of the pilots yet but it’s not all female, like the silly videos going around that Jeff’s been watching claim. You can hear the cockpit chaos and the yelling is male. I mean, wouldn’t it be great if sober, rested, well paid, grown up white men who had been hired for their test scores had never managed to oops an airplane?”

    But X.com told me “you have reached your daily limit for this action. Add your phone number to remove the limit” when I hadn’t even (successfully) posted anything (it was 6:15 am when I started this process).

    And why do they need my phone number?

    I’ve had a NO going on about that since always. See post from 2012 when White Mountain Puzzles wouldn’t mail the (physical, tangible) jigsaw puzzle I had ordered unless I gave them a phone number.

    All of my enemies already have my phone number, I just don’t like the cheek of these small time entities who think disclosure should be default.

    Oh yeah, back when I was wondering why the Trumpster doesn’t have his own site? Then he made one. I tried to join it, just out of idle curiosity. Nope, not without a phone number and YOUR FREE GOOGLE VOICE NUMBER ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH IT HAS TO BE YOUR REAL ONE.

    Not that curious.

    My darling gets up and vaguely remembers me playing him cockpit recordings at 5am. He says, “So, you came across some phony recording with voice actors, claiming that wasn’t a planeful of girls?”

    Right. This must be the real one XD

    https://www.instagram.com/asherpress/reel/DGRC27aSLG6

    [Edit end of Mar 2025 – to add the funniest thing I ever saw in my LIFE, in perfect whiteguy-ese!

    <– end of edit]

    Okay let’s share stuff.

    I decided to switch over and be an X fangirl when I heard about Elon Musk refusing to censor reality! And posted away, happily, for a while, but now they want my phone number, so I’m out on the sidewalk. Again.

    Here’s what I would have shared on X today.

    Cried. I WEPT over that. So much sadness. The glory of an era being led away to her grave, and still beautiful.

    When you’re done crying, read the top comments and get ready to bawl some more as the old mariners put the sadness into poetry.

    Look at that beautiful ship compared with one of the silly new ones in the background, and she was double the speed, too.

    Edit: I stand corrected and beg your pardon. The purpose of a cruise ship is not to get from point A to point B, so the speed doesn’t matter. The cruise ship is itself part of the destination, so it’s okay if it goes at the speed of the floating apartment complex it resembles.

    United States could cross the ocean in four days. Compare to QM2 (now our last ocean liner) that does it in seven, but again, probably okay since it’s for people for whom time is not the biggest factor. Is your first thought that money might be? But QM2 isn’t more expensive than a flight! –as long as you buddy up, since it’s ppdo.

    I think I shared this at one point. It’s 15 seconds of intense life lesson to not do things you’re not supposed to do.

    And a funny. Perfect white people entertainment, there. Watch to the end.

    Social media applications mobile screen“/ CC0 1.0

    Cuz I need a featured image for my index page feng shui. Boy is that image from old times to have Google Plus on it. I miss Google Plus. I’ve been floundering around ever since that went byebye.

  • Boating Instead of Dying

    The HOTTEST last hot day of the summer – apparently, according to predictions, which we now have to pay attention to, as we’re more at the mercy of them. Today was the last scorcher and after this, it gets gradually better and better until there’s beautiful, crispy snow again.

    Yesterday I was absolutely dying. I can almost bear 85, but over ninety and I start to fall apart. Melt. Swoon. Darling says “That’s because you’re a princess! Princesses are delicate!”

    That’s me, a delicate princess 🙂

    Yesterday I felt like the fire-worm and not very princessy. Today I was griping on messaging while sending pics of our surrounds, that it’s supposed to be 92 again today, and the plan is to “sit around and be miserable”. Then I was explaining about one of the pics “you can see our little boat in the background” and that’s when the light bulb came on over my head.

    Marched out and told Darling to drop his tools, we’re not boating later when he gets a certain amount of work done, we’re boating today and he can work later when the boating’s done.

    So we floated around on the lake in the shade of a big hill, and it was blissful, cool, quiet, just ahhhhh

    Darling stopped rowing and lay back and looked at the sky, and that’s how you know you’re retired. When you’re floating around on the lake looking at the sky.

    He met me when he saved me on a boat. Today he saved me on a boat again 🙂

    Oh he had to ask for help when he lay back, because the creature thought it was all in fun and cuddle time. You mean you can’t do a sit-up with a 60 lb dog on your rib cage??

    Two hours rowing. He’s not tired. I’m tired after two hours sitting in a boat, and ready to go home, once the sun was sinking.

    Pics of me. For the pics of Jeffy, go to MeWe! Oooh this is awesome. I’ve finally settled on a plan for sharing that makes me comfortable-ish, and now I can just share. So much fun!

  • Chocolate chip birthday cake

    My mother would let us pick our birthday cake. My sister always had Bonbon Ribbon Torte (layers of thin cookie with raspberry sauce and whipped cream), my brother liked pineapple upside down cake, and I wanted chocolate chip cake. The recipe was something my sister clipped out of a magazine back in the 60s.

    Here we are.

    Chocolate Chip Cake

    2 eggs
    1/2 cup butter
    1 cup sugar
    1 tsp vanilla
    1 cup sour cream
    1 tsp baking powder
    1 tsp baking soda
    2 cups flour
    12 oz choc chips

    Cream soft ingredients together, combine dry and mix.

    Bake in greased and floured cake pan at 350° for 45 min or until a toothpick comes out clean.

    Let’s have a photo of RV baking!

  • It’s A Sheet But In Progress

    It’s the thickest heaviest flannel I’ve ever come across. It’s a queen size flat sheet and it is absolutely going to end up as a dress with long sleeves.

    ChatGPT takes a crack at it –

    Ummmmm wut? That’s pretty, but I want the stripes going vertically.

    Okay!

    Oh, boy, ChatGPT.

    There was lots of attempts to explain in words.

    How about another AI? “thenewblack” gives a free sample.

    THAT’S what I had in mind!

    Then I realized I gave that AI an advantage because I rotated and cropped the image of the fabric first. I explained to ChatGPT that it was an image of a folded sheet, buuuut… baby steps.

    Given the same advantage to start with, ChatGPT does better. But unfortunately I said “illustration” and I didn’t say “a girl wearing…” and that’s the end of my free images for today.

  • Paranoia Bing Bing

    Just looked up EMFs to see what they’re admitting nowadays, and the first results are some lovely double negatives.

    World Health Organization, https://www.who.int/news-room/questions-and-answers/item/radiation-electromagnetic-fields

    Explains, “Tiny electrical currents exist in the human body due to the chemical reactions that occur as part of the normal bodily functions… Most biochemical reactions from digestion to brain activities go along with the rearrangement of charged particles. Even the heart is electrically active… Low-frequency electric fields influence the human body just as they influence any other material made up of charged particles. When electric fields act on conductive materials, they influence the distribution of electric charges at their surface. They cause current to flow through the body to the ground.”

    Oh yes, that’s why I like to go out and stand barefoot in the wet sand, and let the big Earth absorb my bitchiness and realign my attitude with sparkly rainbows. It works!

    Can’t find any of my pictures of my feet in wet sand, so that’s a free stock photo.
    Pixabay is great. Please go buy a photo to show my support.

    It works, even in the cold. Five minutes to more cold, less bitchy. Ahhhh.

    To continue:

    “Low-frequency magnetic fields induce circulating currents within the human body. The strength of these currents depends on the intensity of the outside magnetic field. If sufficiently large, these currents could cause stimulation of nerves and muscles or affect other biological processes. Both electric and magnetic fields induce voltages and currents in the body but even directly beneath a high voltage transmission line, the induced currents are very small compared to thresholds for producing shock and other electrical effects.”

    Oh THAT’S reassuring. You’re not going to go GGZZZZZZZT like sticking your finger in a light socket. It’s not that bad.

    But don’t worry, they are not definitely not harmful!

    “…the WHO concluded that current evidence does not confirm the existence of any health consequences from exposure to low level electromagnetic fields. However, some gaps in knowledge about biological effects exist and need further research… Some members of the public have attributed a diffuse collection of symptoms to low levels of exposure to electromagnetic fields at home… headaches, anxiety… nausea, fatigue… some of these health problems may be caused by noise or other factors in the environment, or by anxiety related to the presence of new technologies.”

    HA

    “The only thing you have to fear is fear itself”?

    Next, the gubmint says — and National Institutes of Health say they’re really the gubmint:

    I’m sharing that as part of the attribution. I am NOT the gubmint.

    That EMFs don’t definitely not hurt you. This is all making me feel so much better.

    Now, in the age of cellular telephones, wireless routers, and the Internet of things, all of which use EMF, concerns persist about possible connections between EMF and adverse health effects. NIEHS acknowledges additional research is needed and recommends continued education on practical ways to reduce exposures to EMFs.

    From https://www.niehs.nih.gov/health/topics/agents/emf/index.cfm

    Okay, then. How to reduce exposure.

    Step 1: Run for the hills.

    Or as the guy’s car in front of me said,

    On our last trip to our cold new home, Darling heard a thing on the paranoia radio saying that EMFs may influence your mood even more than your gut health does.

    He wonders if that’s true.

    I asked him, “Am I less crazy when I’m out here?”

    –> Y E S <–

  • My Baby Dog

    Long ago when I first read books about dogs, the standard advice was to give your new puppy a hot water bottle and a ticking clock, so it will miss its mother less. As if any baby mammal would not be able to tell the difference between a mother and a clock.

    I just checked, and they’ve upgraded the standard advice to at least putting the dog’s pen in your bedroom so it won’t be so lonely, “and if the dog cries, comfort him briefly but don’t make a big deal out of it.”

    Still sounds like baby dog abuse to me.

    It’s about instinct. A dog on its own is a dead dog. They need the pack. If they find themselves alone, their crying is for survival.

    Can you make a human go to sleep in a hammock hung from a steel cable ten stories high? “GO TO SLEEP, stop whining, you’re perfectly safe.”

    I say the humans should put their spoiled human self down there on the floor and comfort that poor critter. Here’s my baby dog’s first night home. We had a lovely night.

    I slept on the floor with her for the first week, and after that she was comfortable and didn’t mind sleeping in her bed.

    Here’s how to tell it’s going to be a grand day!

    Here’s the baby dog having her first ride home.

    Now she rides on my lap to everywhere!

    If she isn’t allowed in my lap for some reason, she’s sad.
    It’s baby dog abuse 🙁
    It doesn’t happen often since my wardrobe now is chosen for how it will look covered in black hair and paw prints, but still, sometimes…

    That’s the baby dog’s idea of staying in the back seat.

    “Why don’t you love me any more Mommy :-(”

    I didn’t pose this one, but here she is along with the shopping bag I made out of her dog food bag!

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