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Spam, Painting, and Life
Dec. 7th, 2022 09:25 am Like many of you, I imagine, I've been suddenly getting a bunch of spam on my AO3 fics. It only finally occurred to me yesterday to ask someone more in the know and check their Twitter account to find out what I could do about it, besides hitting "spam" on each of the comments individually. I have over 400 fics on AO3, so the "change all" did not work for me. I spent several minutes last night doing small batches of "registered users only" comments.
Hopefully, that will help.
In other news, work on the kitchen continues.
Image: Lyda with a power tool and a crazed expression.
Yesterday, however, I had a break from the physical labor of it all because Shawn had her long-awaited cardiologist appointment to see if someone could figure out what the heck has been going on with her fluctuating blood pressure/strange heartbeats. Right now the doc is speculating that it is either pvc tachycardia or pac (which Google seems to think is the same thing, different name)? But, no one seemed super-duper worried at the moment, which has de-stressed Shawn a lot--though, I'm not particularly any less stressed, since no one has offered an explanation of why this might have suddenly started.
HOWEVER, Shawn got to come home with a heart monitor, which she gets to wear for two weeks so that they can get a good picture of what her heart does all day. They gave her a burner phone that is installed with a single app that is transmitting the information to the cyborg mothership, I think? I dunno, I missed the details of that, but the point is, if something goes awry, they will know and call.
Other than that, life proceeds apace.
I am hoping to be finished with this revitalization kitchen project by this weekend. This weekend is kind of the deadline because Mason is home from university on Tuesday next already, and we have a tree that is currently barren of all decorations. Shawn and I would really like to trim the tree before Mason gets here. I mean, if either of us had any energy left after dinner, we could probably do it any night this week, but, yeah, no... that has not been happening.
In other news, my Star Trek gaming group is celebrating year FOUR of its on-going mission. It's hard to believe, but I love that group so hard, it's not even funny. (I am reminded that I should write some super-meta fan fic that one of the characters will write of a fictional TV show that is often referenced in our campaign: "My Space Love.") And tonight? My poor beleaguered elf barbarian is going to discover that he's even more fey than he thought he was... we are leveling up, and I've decided to go with the Wild Magic barbarian sub-class, which basically involves him leaking Fey Wild magic while raging... which should wonderfully complicate everything for everyone in the party (the GM is on board, never fear. I would never make a choice like this without checking in that it goes along with any planned story elements.)
Anyway, I apologize for my days of silence. I think I should pre-plan that my New Year's resolution should be to be better about journaling.
Hopefully, that will help.
In other news, work on the kitchen continues.
Image: Lyda with a power tool and a crazed expression.
Yesterday, however, I had a break from the physical labor of it all because Shawn had her long-awaited cardiologist appointment to see if someone could figure out what the heck has been going on with her fluctuating blood pressure/strange heartbeats. Right now the doc is speculating that it is either pvc tachycardia or pac (which Google seems to think is the same thing, different name)? But, no one seemed super-duper worried at the moment, which has de-stressed Shawn a lot--though, I'm not particularly any less stressed, since no one has offered an explanation of why this might have suddenly started.
HOWEVER, Shawn got to come home with a heart monitor, which she gets to wear for two weeks so that they can get a good picture of what her heart does all day. They gave her a burner phone that is installed with a single app that is transmitting the information to the cyborg mothership, I think? I dunno, I missed the details of that, but the point is, if something goes awry, they will know and call.
Other than that, life proceeds apace.
I am hoping to be finished with this revitalization kitchen project by this weekend. This weekend is kind of the deadline because Mason is home from university on Tuesday next already, and we have a tree that is currently barren of all decorations. Shawn and I would really like to trim the tree before Mason gets here. I mean, if either of us had any energy left after dinner, we could probably do it any night this week, but, yeah, no... that has not been happening.
In other news, my Star Trek gaming group is celebrating year FOUR of its on-going mission. It's hard to believe, but I love that group so hard, it's not even funny. (I am reminded that I should write some super-meta fan fic that one of the characters will write of a fictional TV show that is often referenced in our campaign: "My Space Love.") And tonight? My poor beleaguered elf barbarian is going to discover that he's even more fey than he thought he was... we are leveling up, and I've decided to go with the Wild Magic barbarian sub-class, which basically involves him leaking Fey Wild magic while raging... which should wonderfully complicate everything for everyone in the party (the GM is on board, never fear. I would never make a choice like this without checking in that it goes along with any planned story elements.)
Anyway, I apologize for my days of silence. I think I should pre-plan that my New Year's resolution should be to be better about journaling.