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TW: death of pet The first thing I saw when we moved into this town was a dead dog in the road. Not a random country road but in what could be considered in town, in the median. Of the family I was the only one who saw it and thought, well, fuck, that’s a bad omen. Animal lives are cheap here. The last time I researched it, there were over a quarter of a million (!) feral dogs on the Navajo Nation and from time to time they kill people (we are rural because this was the only place we could find to rent mid-Covid). pH and I stopped at the top of a nearby hill once to take pictures and were “approached” by a pack of feral dogs and we got back in the car in the nick of time. Maybe they would have been friendly…but I had…

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…