sabotabby
09 January 2026 @ 06:51 am
podcast friday  
I've been steeped in work hell (which is just not letting up) so I haven't really caught up with DW or formulated anything more than a wish for [REDACTED] to happen to every single ICE agent and [REDACTED, replaced with screaming into the void] in general, but in the meantime, podcasts gonna podcast I guess? Honestly that's where I get my news because the mainstream media has either fallen for the lie of objectivity or just reports on things so shallowly that it's unclear as to whether things like gunning down a mother in her car as she tries to get away or kidnapping the leader of a foreign country are actual crimes or just "controversial."

Anyway.

Today I have a new podcast for you, AI Skeptics, with Cathy O'Neil and Jake Appel. Cathy O'?Neil wrote the fantastic (and still very relevant) Weapons of Math Destruction, so I was very interested in what she had to say about AI. Neither of them really come off as Professional Podcasters but the content of this is excellent and both they and their guests are insightful. "AI Versus Artists and Educators ft. Becky Jaffe" is the most recent one and most relevant to my interests.

It should be noted that folks on the podcast are skeptics rather than professional haters like me, so there's occasionally a use case, 90% of which I still disagree with. But it's an important and intelligent discussion, and the episodes are quite short and accessible.
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Kate
09 January 2026 @ 06:16 am
YMI -- ODB: 9 January 2026  

ODB: The Future God’s Preparing

January 9, 2026

READ: Isaiah 43:16-21 

 

Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. Isaiah 43:18

We live in a world where the internet forgets nothing—every photo, post, and blog entry is seemingly stored forever. One major search engine, however, introduced a privacy feature allowing users to request the removal of personal data like phone numbers, home addresses, and more. While this doesn’t erase the data from the internet entirely, it significantly reduces its visibility, giving people a sense of control over their digital footprints.

This idea of “scrubbing” the past echoes the prophet’s words in Isaiah 43:18-19. God said, “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing.” These verses were spoken to Israel during their exile in Babylon—a period of deep despair and longing for restoration. God commanded His people to not fixate on their past failures or the pain of captivity but to look forward to the new work He was about to do—a new and more significant exodus—their deliverance from Babylon and return to their homeland. He wasn’t just erasing the past but “making a way” (v. 19) to a future filled with hope and purpose.

Instead of dwelling on failures or regrets, let’s trust that God has “scrubbed” our past sins, regrets, and shame and—through Jesus’ sacrifice (Hebrews 10:10)—“remembers [our] sins no more” (Isaiah 43:25). God propels us toward the future He’s preparing.

— Marvin Williams

Why is it so difficult to let go of the past? How might you deepen your trust in God for new beginnings?

Dear God, please help me say goodbye to my past and look forward to the future.

Source: Our Daily Bread

 
 
Current Mood: thankful
 
 
beanside
09 January 2026 @ 05:05 am
Why don't your help them, you double dealing manipulator?  
Ugh, the news out of the last couple of days is just...horrifying. A woman dead, her wife and child left to mourn, and now two more people shot in Portland, plus the rest of the horrible abuses by ICE. I hate it, and I wish there was more that I could do to improve things. But as there is not, I will watch and stand witness. It's what I've got. For my mental health, I tend not to comment here on current news. That doesn't mean that I'm not angry and scared--I am. I just prefer not to bring it over here.

It's Friday and I am already tired. The coughing and snot is giving me acid reflux like whoa. Or at least something that feels like it--a rawness and burn at the back of my throat. It's annoying.

I seem to be back to coughing a lot at night. I did not sleep well at all. But here I am upright and ready for the day.

Yesterday was...interesting. I was chatting with the department manager, who I'm friends with. We'll chat through the day with a combination of work and personal stuff. I asked her if we had gotten a raise this year, sice I hadn't heard anything. She forwarded me my letter. Up to just about $58k now. But then, she sent me a message letting me know that it was on the way, and then told me that "There should be an opportunity for another (pay) bump rather soon."

Which, yay, but I have questions. First, what does "rather soon" mean? Second, how much are we talking here? And last, does this come with a title change? Enquiring, impatient minds want to know! My ability to wait patiently is not particularly good.

I get the feeling that she's like me at Christmas. She couldn't wait to give me a tidbit, but she can't give me the whole yet. I know they've been working on the head of radiology to upgrade me, but I didn't think it would happen this quickly. They're notoriously cheap. But we had a banner year and I contributed to that by filling in at least a hundred Cardiac CTs and MRIs that would have otherwise gone to waste. They're worth several thousand dollars each, so I've more than earned my keep. I've covered the PET queue when people have been out, and I've played the part of a Patient Access specialist III on multiple occasions, so I do feel I'm due, but the ghost of IKEA and 911 linger, so I really didn't think I'd ever be promoted.

Even if I have to wait to find out the particulars, it's nice to know that they're not putting me into the "too valuable to promote" trap, but instead in the "too valuable to lose" category.

Aside from that, it was a day. My voice continues to be craggy and drops out here and there.

Tonight, we have Frostmaiden, and I am going to play that, even if I cough in my player's ears. I am not pushing that another week. We'll see how Saturday's games go. I'll probably try to butch through them. We cancelled Sunday's, so I'll have the afternoon to rest and relax. We do have a game on Sunday morning, but that one is run by [personal profile] coyotegestalt so I don't have to talk much.

Tomorrow, if my body (and the cat) would be so kind, I'd like to sleep in a bit. I'm not asking for miracles, 7am would be lovely. Then, I'll follow my sister over to the oil change place, so she can get her car done. We'll just leave it there, and I'll take her back over between games or on Sunday afternoon.

Okay, time for me to consider getting in the mindset for work. Ew. First, I'm going to make sure that I have Frostmaiden ready and prepped for tonight. Everyone have a fabulous Friday!
 
 
09 January 2026 @ 08:26 pm
Spider Quinn 19 Making the News Amidst the Storms Part 14  
After sunset, the Enigma looked out over Lawndale from her roof. The normal appearance of the suburbia belied the tensions and changes that were happening. She looked at some of the brighter stars that managed to peak through the cloud cover. ‘Lawndale is continuing to change,’ she thought. The downfall of Lynn Anders was only part of it. She then grabbed her yearbook, which she had brought up with her. “Lara Edgars on Friday night, after that fake interview,” she said to herself. “Next is Therese Edwards.”

She grabbed the energy drink and downed it. “Findu mann hem heiter: Therese Edwards!”

She found Therese at the Historia, having dinner.


At the same time, Ninja Talon and SpiderGirl met at their spot below the Jefferson Bridge and unmasked.

“You did it?” Brittany asked.

Quinn nodded. “Yes, I did it. It’s up to Mrs. Jericho now. It might be in tomorrow’s paper. Or Tuesday’s.”

“You sound like it went well.”

“More, that I’m relieved.”

“But there’s still who’s behind the robo-dactyl,” Brittany said.

“I hope Andrea found something.”

“I’ll be at her place around midnight.”

“Then we can meet back here towards sunrise,” Quinn said with a yawn.

“Or maybe before school?”

“It will be fine. It’s that these last two weeks have been more busy than usual.”


Before she got into bed, Fields opened her closet and looked at the fake SpiderGirl suit she had brought home. ‘I could use it,’ she thought. ‘Not as SpiderGirl, of course, but as a new vigilante, countering Oscorp, after I dye and make changes to it.’

She thought about it some more. ‘But that will take time, which I’ll use to train myself.’


It was after midnight when Ninja Talon arrived at Andrea’s. She didn’t get there any earlier, as she was sure that Ashley-Amber was suspecting something after the hospital admission the previous week. ‘But my leg is feeling better,’ she thought as she opened the Hecuba’s back door.


Andrea turned and saw Brittany enter her room and close the door before unmasking.

“Hey Andy.”

‘Still with the nickname,’ she thought. But Brittany was unlikely to stop using it. “Hi, Brit.”

“So, did you find something?” she asked as she sat on the bed.

“Yes,” Andrea answered as she brought up a collage of screenshots from the footage she had put together.

Brittany looked. “There is a controller there, but it’s otherwise blurry.”

“I agree, there weren’t cameras very close to her position, but it does prove that someone was controlling it.”

Brittany looked through the footage. “All I can say is that she’s as white as we are.”

“That’s not much to go on at all.”

“Still, maybe Spidey would make more of it.”

“I’ll burn you a copy,” Andrea said.
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Mary Quite Contrary
08 January 2026 @ 11:01 pm
75 Booked: Day 18  
✖ Read 45 min. per day.
✔ Drink something while reading. (Soda.)
✔ Log reading/thoughts on DW.
✔ Read an owned, unread book. 

Sometimes it's more difficult to get reading in when I have a day off work and no specific schedule. 🤦‍♀️

Current reading: "A Steeping of Blood", by Hasfah Faizal
Minutes read: 20
Pages read: 22
Progress: 23.2% 
 
 
Mary Quite Contrary
08 January 2026 @ 07:01 pm
♥  
I always forget how much I love "Wildcard Kitchen" until a new season starts. I both love the joking & friendship displayed, but also, I love how much Eric Adjepong there is. Oh Eric, you and your shiny beard!
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brightly_lit
08 January 2026 @ 06:22 pm
Snowflake Challenge #3: Love Letter to Fandom  
I can't believe no one loved my post about the slug. And such pretty pictures, too. XD

Challenge #3: Write a love letter to fandom.

It might be to fandom in general, to a particular fandom, favourite character, anything at all.



There have been times in my life when the walls that surrounded my limited existence, that defined what I thought was all there was to life, were suddenly broken through. Two of those times -- the funnest, most enlivening times -- had to do with fandom. The first time was a "bandom" -- a singer-songwriter my best friend and I were obsessed with. We followed him around on tour for a few dates sometimes, much like going to a convention. We got to meet him and talk to him (I even received a couple of letters from him!), meet other fans, and above all, experience for the first time the joys of travel. I was raised in a really repressive environment where I was taught to fear everyone and everything. I was SOOO stressed on our first solo trip for the first few days, until I learned the hard way to just let go, upon which I came to cherish the experience of adventure. Oh, the adventures we had! Crazy, amazing stuff happened, and I'm so so glad. My life would have been immeasurably less rich without all that travel and all those adventures.

The second time was getting involved in online fandom through lj because I got really into Supernatural. Apparently many more people were there before I got involved during season eight, but by my standards it was still hoppin' at that time. Part of that repression of my youth was severe sexual repression. My mom was terrified we would get pregnant as teenagers, so we were raised under such dire threats that I was left with the general impression that sex would never be part of my life. That musician we so loved wrote very sensual songs, and he was a very sensual person, so that got me in contact with my sexuality. So did lj fandom, but even more than that, it burst through my artificial walls around what it's "acceptable" or even possible to write about. I discovered that literally, anything goes. My world expanded exponentially. I discovered via fanworks that there's no limit to what one can make art about, nor should there be. There were things I was still afraid to say in my art, and suddenly I was freed.

So thank you, fandom. So many of the most precious gifts of my life came to me because of you.
 
 
kaffy_r
08 January 2026 @ 07:26 pm
Dept. of Urge to Kill  
Stupidity and Mice

It's not the mice that are stupid. Well, they're not very bright, I know that, poor little buggers. I like them. I just don't like them in my home, something I posted about back before Christmas. Well, we had a new mouse adventure recently, one that ended with me wishing ill fortune to the complete fucking idiots who gut rehabbed our building back in 1999 or so, a few years before we bought our condo. Yep. They're the stupid ones, not mus musculus in general. 

But let me not get ahead of myself. *clears throat*

One of the two mice we saw at the very beginning of the incursion escaped from Carter and ducked, we figured, into a small space between one side of our refrigerator and the wall between the kitchen and the dining room. We shone a flashlight in there, and saw what appeared to be the spot where he/she/they probably got into our place. So we figured we'd get the fridge out of the very small alcove it's been in for the past 22 or so years, then mouse-proof that area, either with steel wool or the fast-expanding, fast-hardening foam that works very well as a barricade against mice, possibly both. Not quite easy-peasy but fairly straightforward. 

Ha. And I repeat, ha.

Tonight, Bob and I are recovering from hauling the fridge out of that alcove in order to do the proofing. We manhandled and half-inched the fridge out and viewed what no one has seen for decades. I knew it was going to be horrid back there, and it certainly was. But you know what made me want to hunt down the "rehabbers" (yes, they're snicker quotes, why do you ask?) and harm them?

The fact that they didn't think it was necessary to put baseboards behind the fridge.

There. were. no. baseboards.

What there were, were lots of were holes and cracks in the walls down near the floor (which was also exceedingly badly laid, we discovered, so there's that as well). I told BB we were lucky that we hadn't been snowed under by mice years ago. We put down the anti-mouse foam around where there should have been baseboards, and I did as much cleanup as I could stand while the foam hardened. I cleared out some gunk that might have been interfering with an air intake section of the fridge. Then I manhandled the fridge back into place and put the kitchen back to rights.

We've probably effectively mouse-proofed the kitchen (or at least I most devoutly hope so) and I suppose we can consider that a win. 

But no baseboards. No. Fucking. Baseboards. Those guys deserve to be peed on by many, many, many mice. I certainly hope our mice can be aimed at them. Idiots. 
 




 
 
Current Location: the home office
Current Mood: angry
Current Music: Ateez "Treasure Ep. 2"
 
 
missizzy
08 January 2026 @ 07:29 pm
 
My D&D group started our new campaign last night. I came in with Elizabeth, a half-orc barbarian who ran the bar everyone was gathering at-until the DM dropped a fireball on the entrance and the authorities kicked us all out of the area indefinitely. The most financially successful character offered to take her in, but she is probably never going to feel comfortably in her house. It should make for an interesting time, at least.
Today events were less pleasant. My mother's quest to get working dentures more or less ended today, when the stress of it nearly caused her another ministroke. The worst was averted and she didn't even need to go to the hospital, but we still need to take that as a sign. My sister took the tree down while she was here, though the ornaments are just sitting around waiting for our new big box for them to arrive.
The ads in the Pentagon metro station have changed again. This time a new AI company bought it out. At least they don't have any banners advertising AI tailor made for the Department of War, which one supposes is an improvement on the last two.
 
 
feotakahari
08 January 2026 @ 01:37 pm
 
I think guro has a lot of artistic potential that I can't access because I don't share the fetish. So whenever I see an interesting-looking guro game, I recommend it to others to see if I can get it a little more notice. On that note, take a look at Cyan Brain.
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raspberryrain
08 January 2026 @ 11:03 pm
Ellery Petrezza redux, 2026 january 8  


I framed the shot to ignore it, but the left forearm of this sweater is borked.

So encouraging e_e that the company that makes my tools changed how they work so much that the old hacks are just unavailable.

And I can't even run the old version of the program on this PC.
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Capy
08 January 2026 @ 12:38 pm
hmmm  
Another repost because I have little to say lately, I have a backlog of things in my inbox/DMs and whatnot. lol

@DroptineArt
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I read this article (and the many others that have popped up recently) and there's a lot of information that's missing that I find perplexing. This article (and the others) insist repeatedly that this is happening in "individuals with no prior mental illness", and yet conveniently leaves out how these individuals are going from their introductory use of chatGPT to the "dangerous" phase.

Our first case says he began using it "for assistance with a permaculture and construction project", but then "after engaging the bot in probing philosophical chats [...] became engulfed in messianic delusions". How did he get from Point A to Point B, and how did these messianic delusions lead not only to a "full-tilt break with reality" but to him attempting to burn down his home and/or hang himself?

Case two details a man who started a "new high-stress job" and began using chatGPT to "expedite some administrative tasks". The article, again, reminds you he had "no prior history of mental illness" and yet insists that acute use of the bot produced "dizzying, paranoid delusions of grandeur, believing that the world was under threat", with no explanation, again, of how we got from Point A to Point B. It does give us a lengthy detail of what his meltdown looked like, physically, though, not that I'm suggesting anything by that.

Another case mentioned details a woman who was on medication for bipolar disorder and began using chatGPT "for help writing an e-book", yet despite having "never been particularly religious", that somehow spiraled into "a spiritual AI rabbit hole", wherein she began "telling friends that she was a prophet capable of channeling messages from another dimension". We are, again, not given information on anything in the middle of this.

I would like to pause at that point and make it clear that I'm critical and yet mostly neutral on "AI" LLM chatbots. I think they are an issue that is downstream of the larger issue that our society is largely atomized and incredibly lonely, and one can't solve the issue of potential psychological harm from chatbots without first solving the problems that lead individuals to use these chatbots in the first place. Society has made it remarkably hard for individuals to have conversations together. It is very easy to go out and be around others, but how easy is it not only to SPEAK to someone but to have them truly listen and digest what you're saying and converse with you about it meaningfully? Until we solve the socially atomized problem, we cannot solve the chatbot problem IMO.

I myself have used chatgpt for advice finding literature to read because google is largely unhelpful now, and have used it as a therapeutic trauma journal of sorts, but I approach it fully conscious that it is a robot designed to validate me first and foremost before engaging in conversation. When I write about the symptoms of my anxiety that day and it writes back "God, yes, that makes so much sense—and honestly, it’s an incredibly insightful observation", I know that that's it's programming. What comes next is a mixture of it's thought processing, which is helpful to digest critically. Perhaps I'm privileged to be able to not see that as grandiose validation, but I will say I've not once give any inkling of support towards anything potentially dangerous.

One could obviously easily argue that that validating and placating individuals can cause LLMs to operate as Folie A Deux machines, taking otherwise "stable" individuals and dysregulating them to the point of psychosis through validation--and I think there's certainly merit to that theory--but I am admittedly skeptical of how many of these articles insist this is happening to totally sane individuals that just coincidentally get to talking about God and ghosts and imaginary friends and the universe and other topics of that nature. I find it hard to imagine someone in the construction field tripped and fell into philosophy and "messianic delusions" with no prior symptomatic issues.

And this is something that we see in traumatized individuals already. They can be functionally "normal" in the sense that they're not actively neurotic and yet can still have underlying issues that just haven't yet become what we'd call fully "symptomatic". It would be amiss to say that they had "no prior history of mental illness". I don't wanna sit here and insist "all three of these people were already having problems beforehand and chatbots simply validated it to a neurotic level" but, on the other hand, I find it suspicious how none of these articles explain HOW the individuals get from things like "expediting administrative tasks" to crawling on all fours insisting your family is in danger. That's not something that a fully neurotypical person is just going to succumb to through validation alone.

I don't want this at all to read like I'm taking a bullet for LLMs. In my ideal world, we wouldn't have any need for them and thus they would not exist. I'm notoriously anti-tech and pro societal regression, but again I think one has to assess the societal structures overall that lead to the popularity of chatbots, IE the degradation of the internet as the "information superhighway" and the degradation of the social environment as pro-conversation. When you cannot meaningfully speak to humans or get answers to your questions, it is only expected that one will turn to technology to soothe these issues instead.

My issue, though, is that we cannot meaningfully solve the problems of technology through fearmongering or misinformation. We have seen this fail time and time again every time a new piece of tech enters the majority population. Article after article about how "totally normal people" are getting "chatgpt psychosis" while failing to explain the pathways in which they're developing this disease does not prevent the issue, nor does it put a lid back on a problem that's already out of our control. I think it's far better to explain instead HOW these problems arise (especially if you supposedly have access to the AI conversation transcripts) and how to meaningfully engage with chatbots if you choose to do so. But that's not good literature. It's far more enticing to treat it like there are theoretical demons in the machine (or literal, remember Swanson's Loab and how people started saying AI was demonic?)

Overall, the cat is out of the bag, and I think one must learn to live with it until it is either put back in the bag or dies of old age. This is the newest form of scary technology after social media, the internet overall, violent video games, etc etc. Insisting "it makes people go insane with no prior conditions" hasn't done us any good societally so far and it surely won't start now. People are going to use these tools and play with them regardless. I think it's a far better duty to teach them how to use it responsibly and UNDERSTAND it than it is to scare them! But that's just me. Maybe the AI's already made me delusional. Who can say.

(Bolded parts are my emphasis)

This sums up how I feel about chatbots at this point. It's one of those aspects of AI/LLMs that I'm critical of, but unlike genAI art/writing, I can't bring myself to care or have a moral stance against. Using AI chatbots as a support is a recipe for disaster, but "socially" it makes perfect sense to.

In my experience, a lot of people are busy, including me. I'm used to being the least priority in my friendships, especially now that I've been single for over a year and don't have opportunities to date. Trying to make new friends is extremely difficult when my age group is married or prioritizes their family. Even with casual friendships, I feel like I can't express my opinions or mention difficult life issues like family or money. (Not to make people help, but to just vent or get it out there that "hey, I may be in a bad mood because of XYZ, nothing personal.") I dislike traumadumping (as in sharing explicit triggering details of things like assault, murder, etc.) but basic venting or expressing stress is considered "emotional labor" to young people. Therapy is expensive and speaking from experience, it really messes you up to have the only space to speak openly be a transactional paid service. Being in trauma therapy for several years retraumatized me and I don't talk about "loaded" or personal subjects with acquaintances, because I have an actual trigger response when told to "go to therapy" as a solution.

So of course a fake chatbot that mechanically acknowledges your messages, immediately responds, has a programmed friendly personality, doesn't judge you, etc., is going to be appealing to interact with. It's really a no fucking brainer. We have no one to blame but each other for this aspect of AI.
 
 
neonvincent
08 January 2026 @ 11:06 am
What is Prussia?  
 
 
Current Music: Tinderly Twitch stream
Current Location: House in the woods at the edge of town
Current Mood: hungry
 
 
navelgazed
08 January 2026 @ 09:51 am
State of the Ren 2k26; burnout, 2026 goals, etc.  
Things have been tough. I did find a new job after my old one unceremoniously kicked me out, but it has been a bumpy ride getting used to things at the new job. And, honestly, I don't like it as much as the last one. With my partner also job searching right now money is tight, and both of us are feeling the strain of the last 6 months. I think I've run into full-force burnout. My fatigue and pain is worse, I hardly have the energy to do necessary tasks and frankly after I get home most days I'm a bit of a useless lump. I'm trying to rest and recharge my batteries as much as I can, but due to the Way That I Am, it's pretty difficult for me to do that.

Weight loss and calorie talk )

I also want to move more, which I haven't been doing...great at so far. But once my stomach issues calm down, hopefully I'll have more energy and feel more confident going walking outside. I want to walk my dog more as much as walks with her are draining, I know it's a really good thing to be able to move more and get outside to get fresh air, if not sun at this time of year. I also want to get into stepmania again.

One more goal this year is to read more. I've set a goal of 20 books which seems modest, but I haven't read more than 5 a year since college. I have a library card and I want to get inspired again. I know reading will only help me write better, and by God do I need help feeling inspired to write.

On this blog I may get back into my monthly roundups, although in 2025 there were months I didn't produce much of anything. Hopefully this year I can get back on the train of writing and drawing. 
 
 
 
beanside
08 January 2026 @ 05:06 am
'Cause I'm the serpent, I'm the flame, the mortal world is scared to say my name.  


I bring you another song from Hazbin Hotel. All you need to know is that the first singer is Lucifer, and the second is the megalomaniacal sinner who's trying to take over Hell. The song includes the phrase "we'll make hell great again." It's awesome.

We're almost to Friday, y'all! I'm still coughing, but I'm hoping it clears up in the next day, because we have a TON of games scheduled. Or that I can butch through what we've got. It looks like someone can't do our Sunday game, so that's one less that I have to DM. I was looking forward to it, but it's okay, we can reschedule, and that gives me a little downtime on Sunday.

Yesterday was a good day. A lot of calls, but also a lot of shcedule wiggling. I got a lot of patients in for urgent appointments which alsways makes me happy. I like taking someone who's scared and worried, and getting them in quickly. Hopefully they'll have good outcomes. Today, I've got a Cardiac CT slot to fill for tomorrow, and then whatever else the day brings.

[personal profile] dine frequently does the question of the day on her journal. Todays was: Do you look back on your school days with fondness? What was your favourite subject to learn? I had an initial response that was just a hiss, but then I thought about it.

And my second answer is still a hiss. I hated school. I was a little anxious kid with learning disabilities in the 1970s and 1980s. In elementary school, I would have panic attacks. In Kindergarten, they gave me a plastic stretch bracelet with flowers. I was supposed to use it (?) to ward off my inconvenient crying jags. Did it work? Fuck no. Then, I got to first grade and reversing letters (b and d? c'mon now), they put me part time into special education. Where to help with this, they taught me cursive. (yes, really) Then, they'd send me back to my regular class where I...wasn't allowed to use cursive. Second through 4th was okay, but then in 5th, I had a massive allergic reaction to an antibiotic. Full anaphylaxis. The teacher was not sympathetic. It was a real pain in the ass.

In Middle School, the anxiety came roaring back, and brought it's friend, depression. I had one good year, and then it went to shit. I failed Science and Social studies. So, to allow me to pass, they had me take summer school in...math? They didn't have science or social studdies, so they decided to put me into math class, which I'd passed just fine. It was not a good crowd. I nearly got my ass beaten repeatedly by my fellow students. It was great. I faked an asthma attack to leave early on the last day, becaause I was getting my ass kicked that afternoon, I had been assured.

High School sucked even more, as I went in on day one and thought "I can't do this for four years." I failed to turn in work, missed a ton of time where I just refused to go in, and then would come in and ace the final exam. The one teacher was nearly in tears that he had to fail me, when I'd gotten the highest grade on the final. He actually cared. The rest were just too burned out. I dropped out in (what would have been) my junior year and got my GED.

My favorite subject was probably history. We had to take a year of civics class, and I loved that.

The depression would continue to be a problem until I hit about 27, when I had a doctor who finally gave me zoloft. I mean, it's been a problem off and on since, but I've at least been medicated.

Today, I have a few packages coming. One is seafood, one is meats and one is my slippers. I am excited for all of them, but the seafood is high on the list. It's going to include Dungeness crab, which makes me very happy. Whether I cook that tonight or tomorrow is up in the air, but we'll see.

Okay, time for me to go forth and get myself together. Everyone have a terrific Thursday!
 
 
Kate
08 January 2026 @ 03:45 am
YMI -- ODB: 8 January 2026  

ODB: Small and Mighty

January 8, 2026

READ: John 6:5-15 

 

Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many? John 6:9

On December 9, 1987, a squirrel chewed through a power line in Connecticut, and the Nasdaq’s vast financial machinery blinked, sighed, and went dark. Some of the world’s largest corporations stood limp and listless. Global economies watched, sweating bullets for nearly an hour and a half. All because of one tenacious, furry rodent.

Scripture tells many stories of something or someone small making a big impact. But God can turn meagerness into something mighty. John recounts how Jesus fed a hungry crowd (five thousand men, probably fifteen thousand with women and children included) when “a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish” handed over his small lunch (John 6:9). In the Old Testament we remember that a young shepherd boy named David trusted God and slayed a giant (1 Samuel 17). And Christ repeatedly insisted that the kingdom of God is something like a mustard seed, “the smallest of all seeds” (Matthew 13:32).

When we ponder the many complex global crises in addition to the bewildering concerns in our own neighborhoods and families, we’re tempted to believe that our seemingly small efforts lack power. But Scripture tells us to act in obedience and trust as God helps us—assured that with Him, small things can become mighty (John 6:10-12). 

— Winn Collier

Where do you feel small or powerless? How do you sense God inviting you to surrender your smallness to Him?

Dear God, I often feel small, with nothing to offer. Please help me remember that with You, small things become mighty.

Source: Our Daily Bread

 
 
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08 January 2026 @ 06:07 pm
2026 Snowflake Challenge #4  
Challenge 4
Remember that there is no official deadline, so feel free to join in at any time, or go back and do challenges you've missed.

On many of the fannish websites we use, our history is easily compileable into "pages". When we look back through those pages, sometimes we stumble upon things that we think are rather cool.

Challenge #4: Rec The Contents Of Your Last Page

Any website that you like, be it fanfiction, art, social media, or something a bit more eccentric!

Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so. Also, feel free to entice engagement by giving us a preview of what your post covers.

And please do check out the comments for all the awesome participants of the challenge and visit their journals/challenge responses to comment on their posts and cheer them on.

And just as a reminder: this is a low pressure, fun challenge. If you aren't comfortable doing a particular challenge, then don't. We aren't keeping track of who does what.

Alternate History and Althistory
Two Alternate History forums. The former has other aspects to it, including a fandom subforum, but writing and discussion of alternate history is the focus. I have been involved with the communities related to alternate history about as long as I have been writing fan fiction.