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Toots about, and is inclined to follow people who toot about: struggles with tech as a person who has to teach tech to people who struggle even harder than I do, struggles with society as someone who rejects authoritarianism, zen buddhism and related topics, and ducks.

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Examples that Danish is the most confusing language for English speakers:

In Denmark, when washing machines are done, their displays write, "Slut!", which means "Finished".

When someone enters an elevator, the display changes to "I fart", which means "On the move".

Tourists have difficulty finding a nice WC, because the signs often say "Bad toilet", meaning "Bathroom and toilet".

In lobbies with multiple elevators, one sign may say, "Gods elevator", which means "Freight elevator".

#offtopic

I have finally seen the Atlantic Ocean.
An appropriate T-shirt for today.

Okay, settle a discussion:

Pizza the next day for breakfast:

Pizza is not a breakfast food
0%
Straight out of the fridge cold
83.3%
Microwave those slices
16.7%
Room temp only, thank you
0%
Poll ended at .

Once upon a time you'd have physical letters and journals or diaries to go through. Now there are facebook posts and emails.

Man, we lost something.

it’s weird to me, feels strangely foreign, but I think my dad loved me, and was afraid to say it because he didn’t know how I’d respond. I think finding a new life, to him, was a gift to me and my brother - he wouldn’t be burdening us with his presence: when you think you’re nothing but a fuckup, you feel like a burden to everyone.
his choices were his choices. I definitely don’t want to diminish that - and his decisions *did* hurt a lot of people. but understanding now what I do about mental health, neurodivergence, and generational trauma, I can have much more empathy for the choices he made. he did the best with what he had, with what he knew. and by leaving, he left a door of reconciliation available, at least, if not open. the alternative would offer nothing.

when he left, I had so much anger. I was young, and thought it was something he did *to us* - he left my brother and I. he left his responsibility.

I think now it was either, leave this way, or put a bullet in his head. I’m rather glad he chose the former. it’d be a whole neither set of daddy issues I’d be dealing with if it were the latter.

sitting in a Veteran’s Services Office, waiting to file paperwork for a few bucks to help with the gravestone and shipping costs. Last night I dreamed my dad was actually a secret agent, and that’s why he was so quiet over the last 30 years: he was on assignment. that’s why the mysterious hints of parts of his life; that’s why a few odd coincidences popped up. (he worked at a dolphin place, and a dolphin there shared the same name I did. things like that.)

of course that’s ridiculous fantasy, and the truth was, he was an alcoholic with a lot of trauma in his past, who didn’t like getting close to people because of a fear of rejection. he was a soft heart and an artist and gentle, in a generation where those were traits that couldn’t be associated with manliness and manhood. he was willing to offer help wherever help was needed, and had a naturally charming demeanor - some would see it as flirtatious.

Man, emailing my dad's old friend to let him know he died is absolutely a thing I never wanted to have to do. But I do know that I've had people disappear and never could find out what happened to them, so figured it was the least I could do for his friend.