Today is complete thumb rest, sooo glad I got most of the chores caught up yesterday. It's the same thumb that was scheduled for trigger release next week, but it's been doing so well that I canceled the surgery. Bam, biscuit can exploded open on that knuckle, went numb immediately. Got a little boo-boo buddy (tiny ice pack for kids) on it while I awkwardly but still very professionally ha ha finished cooking breakfast. Can't tell ya how many big boo-boos I got in the old days cooking in restaurants. Anyway, going to keep a giant bandaid across that knuckle rest of the day so I won't bend it. Still numb, no telling what happened in there.
I'm really liking this method of cleaning out my phone, from the bottom of the pile. I cleared out hundreds of junk screenshots in between what I'm sharing. I had really old medical junk I had looked up, several saves from contentious plebians, and most of that was from my history of memory glitching and my compulsion to retain digitally what I'm afraid I'll lose again cognitively. But that info and the memories are fairly useless now, so I'm initiating override against compulsive salvage, as I call it. There's no reason to hold onto the past when the future is so full of new stuff.
My new little backup laptop arrived and now I'm triple tasking across phone, this little laptop, and my big laptop. Still no idea why Elvenar fail happened across the other two, but this is keeping me out of major political skirmishes on social medias. I tore into Scott yesterday for one sentence bemoaning something Biden, because we KNOW he's not real, in person or in office, and part of the great awakening is learning to let go of implanted narrative parroting. I'm so done with that racket, and it doesn't belong in my house, even as polite convo. One more month of dragging through this teeth grinding wait, and then it's DONE. Over. The QFS is locking in, the tunnels are being dredged out, and all that is required of us is wrapping our minds around overcoming our slave programming. The narrative.
You didn't see me dumping another hundred screenshots. 😁
Time has passed. There is a little lump inside my thumb knuckle that is starting to ache. I'm hoping I didn't rupture a little tendon. Continuing to keep it immobilized so I don't make it worse. Scott says let him handle those pop open cans from now on. He's my spider killer biscuit can handler guy.
Filet mignon out for supper after a week of lasagna and sandwiches. Weather can't make up its mind what to do. I'm a space case. This is beautiful.
So I got a hit on this post yesterday weirdly right around the same time yesterday morning that I was thinking about the content I referred to in that post, the sort of synchronicity that happens to me A LOT, and I thought easy peasy, I should still have that in my 10K+ pile of screenshots, right. I give up, the only logical way to hopefully find it is to start at the very bottom of the pile and just start dumping stuff out of the way. Since much of it was stuff I wanted to hang onto for various reasons, perhaps I can just move loads over to blog posts. So here we go, first official deep dig post of #whatsinmyphone. This starts way back in 2017.
Well, maybe that's a good start... If I ever do find what I had saved, the stalling of which I strongly blame on covid starting up, I'll make a post on the appropriate blog.
About the time I activated my ranking up and upgraded my fortifications, the game threw that one at me...
What a long draggy week! I'm about done with February playing weather games. This chick in the helm inside the tree is some kind of spring transition snow melting spring sprite person.
When you throw your assignment together last minute and hope the charity you're using to highlight your business thinks going crazy and tossing on the holiday tablecloth is dope. But hey, after a year of covid, it's all good, right. Hold that thought.
Scott's main hall would be a cool house. Wouldn't it be cool if they sold real clock models based on the game?
I thought this was a pretty good way to get 2021 properly launched.
Yesterday sucked for gaming on my phone AND my laptop. I wound up on Scott's computer. So think about it. We're on the same network, we use the same app on our phones, we both play on the same world server, and MY game was interrupted continually on every device and his wasn't. Keep telling me I'm not targeted, especially when I keep getting these phone calls out of the blue from all over creation. Los Angeles, Canada, Princeton NJ... And that's just in the last 6 days.
I've got this on order, hopefully I'll be able to game in peace.
Too bad real life isn't like waking up to a new supply of candy to play for jackpots with every day.
We could all use a coin rain in our lives.
I changed our fellowship. That rank is in the top roughly 35% of fellowship rankings, not too shabby for a group of only 2 players.
My latest army barracks upgrade. Scott is a wee bit jealous.
My hair is finally reaching my shoulders after 2 pretty short whacks during 2020.
This was 2 years ago.
Still not feeling too guilty about slacking off, even though a noob obsessed with Eva appears to be using my group for a link launch back to his page. Meh. He may be obsessed enough to find everything ever written about her, but not obsessed enough to get a thousand screenshots of other people in the actual show. I really should get this one done.
I just keep getting distracted by real digs, you know? Like in my Stefani post that Sweden took so much interest in right about the time all that crap started on me, this is what I was referring to about the weird dental artwork. "This was a hard snip to get because the constant moving is blurry. It's kind of a what the crap scene. Those rods are bored into Stefani's face, right through cheekbones, all around what would be her sinus and upper teeth. I'm going to get gross and say I've seen actual photos of children who are strapped down in small dentist chairs in big empty rooms, and gizmos are holding their lips way back from their bloody teeth, and they can't move or flinch for all the hardware bolting their faces into position. The first time I saw pix like that, I thought it was some crazy off the wall art. Now I know it's real."
Way more going on out there than just child sex trafficking, guys. Way more. It's sick and gross and disgustingly far more prolific than you can imagine, and worth big, big bucks. Torturing children is the fastest growing crime industry in the world, and until you open your eyes and wrap your mind around that, you will NOT understand what the crap is going on in politics. Everything going on is about this industry.
Follow the white rabbit, they say. 🤔 Some of you never, ever, ever connect the dots, bless your hearts.
And even when I connect them for you, you can't SEE. It's like your brains are so deep in comas that you absolutely cannot break free of the brainwashing they've done to you.
The magic of programming, right there in all our faces.
Why has it been so hard for so many decades to come up with laws that actually protect children? Dare to ASK.
Now go back to the top and look at that runway model again. White Rabbit, anyone?
And at some point you've really gotta just wake tf up and go, Oh... Sometimes the programming is this easy to show you.
Remember I had this up last spring. This playlist has been public for nearly a year now, original vids are dated April 2017. Youtube is making it hard to share, and blogger is refusing to acknowledge it's real, so I'm hand coding this.
Brain cleanser. We have the power to think beautiful thoughts, create beautiful things. This is from one of the Maths Town vids.
Meanwhile, Pinky and I have been having a few deepish discussions lately. I'm not one for regrets, but Pinky is having a hard time with a few things. Remember the constant angst? I think what's coming up is the wish to have found a way to live getting around that instead of sludging through it. But I point out that if our fractured selves are a result of problematic circumstances, then it's only natural that at least one of us would wind up with the drag point of view. Pinky says I'm actually the drag, so it can't ever be ironed out, but the real problem is undoing what's actually done. Just not gonna happen. So why work on it like it's a problem? And then it's time to duck from a metaphorical heavy object being thrown at my head from the inside of my head.
I've said before that the entire world feels like it's undergoing a giant inventory, including hearts, minds, and souls. I think we are all being challenged to do our life reviews early, don't wait till we have near death experiences first. Juan says what's about to happen soon with the great awakening will feel like a world scale near death experience, and we'll all be part of it.
I was already bringing up this movie months ago. Pay attention. Once this gets released, it's going viral, and Hollywood and the DS cabal are already trying to squelch everything they can every which way about it.
