As of now, I will move my habitual mastodontal activity to Dragon Style @Cerulean and relegate Mastodon Social to the role of fallback for when it's down.
This is precipitated by having had to edit down a thought by approximately five to ten words enough times.
I can't ask my peers in type design for opinions because the old forum (Typophile) is only kept running as flypaper for spam and other trash unwanted on the active one (TypeDrawers). The snobs who run it, to keep it a place for "professionals", have a Real Name Policy. I haven't tried to join and don't know if I ever will, but I still read it.
Today I saw a thread in which one user helpfully reminded another of the RNP because their given name was not a familiar Anglophone name.
I didn't start today planning to re-read Digger from beginning to end, but it was a good thing to do.
YouTube's recommendation algorithm REALLY REALLY wants me to watch the apple.mov guy explain why there is no Problem with Apu for 45 minutes.
Is there any significant information I might be missing relevant to the choice between Jesse Salomon and Maralyn Chase that longtime residents would know about? I'm searching and finding it rather opaque.
Me: I will print out this coupon so I can go out and use it today.
My body: No time to explain; go back to bed for the rest of the day. Right now.
Me: Uh. Okay.
Finally came back to the form and saw that the field troubling me wasn't required. So that's checked off the list.
Slept badly. Parents are done their hiking/networking/photographing tour of the entirety of WA & OR and we're having dinner once more. Intrusive thoughts of "I might just Say The Thing" are strong.
Seattle, with your extra waste categories: If I regularly fill a large bag entirely with honked tissues, should I put it in compost, or no?
As carefully as I paced myself this summer, it seems I still can't stomach any more urgency, discipline, or perspective. There are important things for me to do yet, but instead I've retreated into FontLab. Swash alternates don't make me think about my place in the world and my feelings about it.