Top contender for weirdest online purchase:
It’s, uh… not what it looks like?
Horrible news, everyone:
Life hack: You can just go down to the hardware store and buy a soldering iron and nobody will even try to stop you.
The speaker transplant was a huge success.
Fun fact: 1998 Furbies don’t have an off switch.
Congratulations on surviving another year. It’s a little ways into 2024 now and things are more or less alright so far.
When the university reopened for the year I got in contact with the study abroad team regarding enrollment, as aside from confirmation that the application was received, I have not heard back from the exchange partner as of yet and was uncertain if I needed to cut my losses and enroll at the home university. However, I’ve since been informed that I should expect a formal response early next month so do not need to stress myself out about it just yet.
It’s 2023 now, I guess?
Claude died at the start of the year and I’ve been pretty deep in the Depression Zone™ since then. It was the week before uni resumed and I couldn’t really focus on anything at all until after getting results back from midterms. Probably haven’t failed 1st semester but won’t know the full damage until early July if my calendar is to be believed.
Work allows staff members to wear holiday themed aprons in December, as long as they’re made out of the seasonal fabrics which are sold in-store.
In previous years I’d been too fucked up on anti-convulsants to feel anything other than apathetic about the idea, but motivation has come back online in their wake, so this year I took the offer to write-off a slice of gingerbread homespun and go absolutely ham with the tartan scraps in my stash.
Dan says we’re grounded.
Not gonna lie, I was high-key hoping for increased lockdown measures. Daniel Andrews has my full support and respect. Ideally I’d have liked to see these measures implemented sooner, but there are still people who:
Fun fact:
If it appears to have been for “no reason” that means people aren’t getting sick, thus, it’s working! Kind of like… oh, I don’t know, vaccinations? Just to, you know, throw a random example out there.
The blog entries have now been fully updated, all images should theoretically be back in correct functioning order now, along with broken links being redirected where possible, or otherwise removed.
Still a little bit of back end stuff to make this process easier should it happen again in the future, but I say that every time that’s something which literally only affects me.
Next task is updating older images in the gallery. It’s kind of a pain in the ass but hey, that’s life. So far all the photographs are done since they were the easy ones, the drawings are going to be a real time killer.
After that (assuming it actually gets done) everything should be pretty consistent in terms of identity.
At least online.
Blog entries excluding 2014 have been updated, so links and images outside of that specific year should all be functional again.
Unfortunately during the move all the discussion comments were lost, though I’m not too cut up about it since this is largely an exercise in self-indulgence anyway; interaction is very much secondary to whatever fresh nonsense I’m typing out at any given moment.
Things have been a little bit spotty around here for the past month or so. Due to a change in circumstances I’ve moved servers again. Loading times have taken a hit since we’re not in Australia anymore, but on a purely personal level I just really hate Jeff Bezos as an individual and it seemed fundamentally wrong to continue utilizing AWS as a direct result of this deeply subjective vendetta.*
That and I wanted full unsupervised access to things I will definitely break. Being an adult is utterly destroying something and having nobody to blame but yourself, after all.
Some time ago I begrudgingly began rebuilding the Asylum for better responsiveness on mobile devices, since that’s the way the way people are currently headed despite my best efforts to discourage them.
Unfortunately, aside from telephones, I was also deeply resentful of all my hobbies at that time and wound up pushing the project aside.