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Still not a fan of life on Mars: a small update

There really is only so much cheerful “look at our life of adventure” I can do–and I reached that point a couple of years back. Not a lot of news, but it turns out I get hemiplegic migraines, which are not fun (but which, after a lot of work at identifying triggers and preventative measures, are at least not a majority of my days now). It sure would have been nice to get a sort of migraine that doesn’t look like a stroke or have anxiety and panic attacks built into the aura phase, but we can’t win them all. kH still has the effects of a TBI. pH isn’t in a hurry to go anywhere (but in fairness–is there something wrong with me?–I don’t mind). It’s almost always sunny. I know there are people who like that, but those people probably don’t get physically ill after being exposed to…

I don’t really understand how things work on the internet

Yesterday pH prefaced a comment to me with, “I know you really don’t understand how things work on the internet…” and then explained something to me. I think she meant I didn’t understand a Discord thing, but instead of listening to her point I thought, you know, I managed Usenet and IRC back in the day and I did okay. I do know I massively, massively miss my old blogging community. I miss Old Law Twitter and just generally what Twitter used to be like. (I haven’t had Facebook in years–but I don’t miss Facebook much.) I really miss talking to people. This is how remote* my life is: the most exciting thing to happen in ages was that, on the way to the Waste Transfer Station, I had a tire blowout. (A waste transfer station is where you take garbage and then it goes to a landfill somewhere. It’s…