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P.T.Penguino

misanthropist extraordinaire


Naturally Occurring
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I can only eat ONE serving of nighshade-derived food per day, because they make their own MSG.
Except uncooked tomatoes; I can have two small tomatoes.

      I have been aware of a MSG / sodium sensitivity in myself since I was twelve. I have had a lot of people over the years shouting at me over the internets & directly into my face (drunk chef, yey) & generally from the rooftops that monosodium glutamate is a naturally-occurring substance.

      And... yeah.
      I'm sensitive to it. It won't send me to the ER, but it will give me a very unpleasant tomorrow.
      I have to know what foods produce it (nightshades, mushrooms), what foods it is added to (chicken, sauces, everything), how to recognise when I've had too much, and what can I do about that. Drinking more water can help to a point, but too much water will trigger a nutrient dump, and I NEED THOSE NUTRIENTS.

Why does food have to be so DIFFICULT?!
      Stupid body.
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File Under: "write this $#!+ in your own, LJ, pemgu"
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Yesterday, with the HUGE weather system passing through, my right ankle -which has been bothering me for months- passed the threshold from "OW don't do that" with every step, to ...offline? It was just vaguely tingly, and I could tell it wasn't lifting as it ought to, but it wasn't hitching, like it's been doing. Somehow the brain mercifully unplugged its input or something. I did some nice long-striding in some parking lots, as I did some errands after the office. Maybe I shouldn't have? but I HAD TO - it's been too long, felt good. This morning, it's all stiff up to my knee, even into the thigh, and it's DEFINITELY back online to tell me it's not happy.
sorry, pain machine broke.
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biiiig borb
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Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting here at my desk, there's a birdfeeder and suet cages out the window - the accountant had mentioned maybe hearing a pileated woodpecker around, asked if I had seem it. No, so far just the red-bellied and downey. But a little bit later, I was sitting here & looked over - AMD THERE HE WAS. Pileated Woodpecker is Verr Lorge Birb, okay? Sitting om the branch, he was looking me eye-to-eye - I got a verrry good appreciation of what massive and muscular creatures they are.
But so shy! It flew away as soon as I lifted my camera.

whatever
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I have been severely depressed for a few weeks.
I have done... almost nothing. Except sleeping & it's NOT relaxing.

Making new calendar pages for the next few months.
Funny how I get the new pages made and want to be using them right away. I glued some of the new checklists, cut from spare single-side copies or misprints made in the process of getting them right, onto the existing pages




"When a staid American institution is declared dead, the news media like to haul the same usual suspect before the court of public opinion: the Millennial generation.

The 80 million–plus people born in the United States between the early 1980s and the late 1990s stand accused of assassinating various hallmarks of modern life. The list of the deceased includes golf, department stores, the McDonald’s McWrap, and canned tuna. Millennials tore up napkins, threw out mayonnaise, and mercifully disposed of divorce and Applebee’s before graduating to somewhat postmodern crimes: “Have Millennials Killed Serendipity?” With the national murder rate in long-term decline, it may even be said that Millennials are killing killing."
- Derek Thompson, The Economy Killed Millennials

Trained Crows

Lean In
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C A L M
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The clerk at the hardware store was mindlessly squishing the bag of freeze-dried meal worms I was in the process of paying for on the keypad. Just, I hate when I have to interact with the machines, because they are all a little different & sometimes they misbehave, and for every new screen I had to navigate, she was s l o w l y squishing from one hand to the other... it's a cool texture, sure? but I don't want to be feeding the birds worm powder, I want to feed them whole worm-curls. Augh. & the more stressed I get, the more likely the machine is going to malfunction.
So I just have to just... be calm....

Wholesome.
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Raffi!!


Affirmative
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      Probably I have told you all the story of my first trans-affirmation, sunrise in the field with the pheasants & Grandpa said Yes! when I asked “Am I Man?”
      The second was when I was twelve, away at camp, I was writing stories, and let a girl from my cabin read them. She said, “You write like a boy. You don’t think like a girl at all.” I felt complimented, flattered...? even though she probably meant it more as an insult than a critique.
      The third trans-affirmation was when I was almost thirty, at a coffee meet. There were some army boys, two older fellows of the almost thirty age, and some real young fellows. I was talking about genital surgery being unnecessary, not requisite. As a man, there is no one who will demand to peek into my pants and see my penis, because having a penis is not actually required of being a man. The young boys had the glassy look of first exposure to a mind-bending new concept, but one of the older fellows declared, “A penis is absolutely not required to be a man.” The boys said, “Sir, yes sir.” My heart was aglow. 💚 We turned the conversation around to include our womenfolk, that the intimate bits she’s got up under the ruffles are none of your business. Unless such opportunity arises as one might be discovering those secrets, then conversation veered over to consent & other sexy stuff like that. Just, normalizing the idea of trans-folk in along with all the other questions of dating and sexuality.
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Stop For Pedestrians
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I am usually helping older folks across my busy street. This was a big burly tattoo & piercings man, but with a daughter in tow, he wasn’t acting the fearless force of nature these sorts tend towards, but the bear had a cub. They were off the curb, in the sidewalk properly, but not moving forward. Cars sped by without slowing. I GET SO MAD! pedestrians have the right-of-way. I spotted a good break between cars, and strode out to the center of the road and stopped there. The one car, more than half a block away, had plenty of time and room to stop, but scarcely slowed before slamming the brakes, as if absolutely incredulous I was actually going to enforce this stupid law. The cars coming the other way did a better job at crossingwalk etiquette.
The man & child crossed timidly, and as he passed, he asked me, “Aren’t you afraid to get hit?” I said, “No.”

Not at all.
If I get hit, I am going straight through the windshield at that driver & dragging him to Hell with me as I go. Or, this is the contempt & rage that boils in my heart, and the sentiment is not lost on those drivers whose time I waste & brakes I test.

Stop for pedestrians.
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The Disturbing Evolution of Lock Her Up

Talking to Twitter Abusers
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babytalk
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Remembering how good it felt to be talked to as a human when I was a wee thing, I talk nonsense noises only to animals.


There was one time, I was sitting in a park with some friend's cousin, and her baby. I was sorta playing with the baby, showing him picnic table debris (sticks, leaves) and explaining about what they were, where they came from, and how I knew that. Sometimes I would offer him a thing to hold, but only, I solemnly explained, if he did NOT put it in his mouth. Being like a year, eighteen months, or whatever, of course he was all but helplessly compelled to put things in his mouth. It is fun to watch the gears grinding, as the baby T R I E S to resist the instinctual temptation. So then as he started to move the thing towards the drool-hole, I plucked it from his hand & started showing him something new. It's a dumb game to play with babies, yeah. But it kills the time while the other adults are talking about people I don't even know, whatever.
Eventually, the friend's cousin turns to me and says, "I don't know why you talk to him like that, it's not like he understands you."
I smiled at her big and kindly, and said, "He probably understands more than you think."
The baby looked at me, and looked at her, and he looked at me for a long time. It is difficult to read the thoughts a big blank drooling baby face, sometimes - but it seemed very much that he understood that exchange pretty well.