I lied. IlSharko (twitter) tweeted he has an account on gettr called IlPresidento, so naturally I had to go over there. And gettr is enough like twitter that it's very easy to go use immediately.
Back to 3D life.
Our 4th of July party was awesome, people all over the place like the old days, kids screaming in the sprinkler, everyone eating too much, and ended with excited yap about kayaking... o_O
I'm personally never going to kayak, but it'll be fun if the others go. I'm sure I'll hear stories galore.
I haven't gotten fresh pix yet, but my chickens are full grown now and should start laying any time. They got so many goodies left over from the party! Like half a head of lettuce, sliced tomatoes, part of a big watermelon, what was left of the corn on the cob. They love party food!
Henny Penny (Rhode Island Red) has taken over as the Boss. It was Goldie (Buff Orpington) for the longest time, with Matilda (Barred Rock) filling in as lackey swiping food from everyone, sucking up to Goldie all the time. Matilda is her own hen now, doesn't suck up to anybody any more. Trixie (Black Australorp) has the most beautiful green sheen we've ever seen on a black chicken, but her eyes look odd like she's always surprised or miffed or something. Princess Layer (Brown Leghorn) is all about the food, very no-nonsense, and Heather Feather (Easter egger) kind of follows her around because they're both a little on the timid side with Penny around, which is weird after what we went through with Spencer, another Brown Leghorn who went so crazy beating everyone up that we had to completely separate her forever from the flock and keep her in jail when they got to get out of the pen. Juanita is just a really gorgeous chicken and defies the mixed breeding we were told she is. I've had a Black Star before, and she doesn't quite fit that description, but I'm not minding one bit. Just hope she lays decently well enough to make up for it.
I know this is a boring first link to put on a new social media site, but here goes. Oh, btw, is that a Tesla tower??? I mean, it kinda looks like one.
The coolest thing about this little laptop is that I can lay down and still use it. 😂 We dragged the old one out yesterday, and that thing feels like it weighs 20 pounds. I let my grand-nephew create singleplayer minecraft worlds during our Fourth party.
I didn't tell anyone I've been in full fibro flare all week and still pulled this off without resorting to pain meds or nerve pills. No gabapentin, no anti inflammatories, no extra xanax. I've had hardcore charley horses snaking around my ribs all over my back and my chest wall locked up so tight I couldn't take a deep breath, but I sailed through this so easily compared to past flares. My sisters both mentioned how much vitamin D and things like coQ10 and other quinine sources have greatly reduced other problems for them, as well.
I noticed that flare was different this time and very weirdly started out of the blue while I was on the event monitor, and I couldn't help wondering if having 2 phones and a CPAP within 5-10 feet of me was a bit of 5G overkill. My old phone is still 4G, but we're on a 5G router, and I'm pretty sure the monitor "handset" (phone) was 5G. I've had many flu shots over the years, and we all know how sick I got in the past to the point of nearly complete immobility for a couple of years, so the sourced research I keep running into about 5G complicity in activating the graphene oxide nanoparticle adjuvant in vaccines seems pretty legit. I've said for years I feel sicker around tech and have to log off, turn off, and walk away continually. The research I've seen goes back to 2017, and it's looking like it could go back much further.
That alone can easily explain why I've been crawling back from such a big systems crash since 2008. I'm documented saying it felt like I was dying and making a plan to get off all my meds and form a health care team because I saw no other way to save my life. I went into a deep research bender like no other and literally crawled back from nerve fail happening all over my body.
And this last year's most remarkable change is the way simply adding vitamin D and coQ10 (doctor ordered and monitored) has continued my years of recovery into even better health now. I still struggle a bit with some depression and fibro, but I've been handling stuff very well physically and emotionally that I wasn't able to handle for well over a decade. Vitamin D and quinine sources are vital in beating the immune crashing that comes with graphene oxide nanoparticles winding up in our bodies from what is looking now like a variety of sources, and people not discovering this yet and going down hard after covid vaccines are suffering from weird inflammations, autoimmune disorders, and scary nerve fails now. I can empathize. I've spent years coming back from all that already.
On the side, my phone keeps hovering near the edge of a critical storage crash cliff, and I'm doing some really deep digging trying to find out what is using up the other half of the 64GB that it's not letting me see. I can't believe a whole 30GB would be systems ops, right. So I finally found this deep dark folder with over 5000 random images of my face while I was using my phone going back to the day I bought it.... Yes, they're all dated. And it's not something easily deleted, mostly because it doesn't show up in the first place to be deleted. But I did find a way! That and a few other things not on the normal beaten awareness path, and I was able to knock half a gig off. Still, that was only half a gig. My entire gallery is only 12GB, systems is 10, apps take up 11, so that is 33, right. "Other" seems to contain a duplicate of a couple of my photos folders, but otherwise isn't substantive enough to fill up what's still missing from the rest of the 64GB. I seem to be unable to find about 20GB of puportedly used system in there, and that is me being generous and allowing for my phone to hide another 10GB from me.
I spent nearly two hours (again) deleting apps, clearing out junk, deleting over a thousand personal files and the duplicates I found, and disabling some of the systems apps that I never use, and those two hours of work came up to half a gig being freed up. So whatever this 'critical storage' alert is, it's not me.
While I was doing all that, I made the decision to walk away from social medias again, going to leave everything hanging, deleted apps left and right, not going to make any more new accounts, and I canceled nitro on discord. I'm tired, I'm done, I need a vacation.
And then after that I dropped out of fellowships on two of my elvenar worlds and I'm going to once a day play on one of the two that are left. Imma stick to blogging because that's my thang, and if I get bored I'll do some reviewing. Like I say, you guys are big kids, you've had me blabbing for years about waking up and sourced digs and stuff, go find more. You have the tools and the talent, guys.
I can tell my dream guilt is at an all-time high because last night I was the last one to leave a theater showing a film noir smash up of some really ancient black and white mystery thrillers that reminded me a bit of Transylvania 6-5000, and Lisa Marie Bowman was on stage left in front of the final curtain (think Elvira), writing in a journal at a desk (which we could read on the screen showing through the curtain), something about leaving her heart in "309", whatever that was. In the dream, I walked home around midnight and found I was living alone in a big decrepit house, and the moon shone through all the windows so brightly that I could see how dusty everything was in the dark. I pulled a double paned window shut, then wandered through that big house looking for distant singing, which turned out to be Lisa singing in the shower o_O and I decided maybe I'd better just go make a sandwich while I waited for her to get out so I could ask her what 309 means.
The first thing popping into my head during a feeble attempt at analysis is I paid kiddo to climb up on my kitchen counters this week to vacuum my soffits and we ran right into Jingle, her elf on a shelf, stuffed into a cupboard above the fridge and the rest of the day was filled with joyous dancing and singing and twirling in gloves and with tongs. If you guys have no idea, all I can say is that is the most successful brain training marketing ploy I've ever witnessed. Anyway, pretty sure that's where the dust in the dream came from, I have literally been dusting my entire house this last few days.
The moonlight was striking in the dream, pretty sure that was from looking at loads of moon photos people uploaded this last month, latest being the strawberry moon. I'm surprised the midnight dream house wasn't creepier, since I had recently joined and then fled an architecture-shaming FB group, but I can see most of it was in black and white, like an old movie, and the kitchen was a gross faded mustard yellow with 60s tile and appliances. I never saw the bathroom since Lisa had the door shut while she was belting out really old showtunes in the shower. I quickly retreated before she could start on the Oklahoma! soundtrack, which was actually my mom's favorite. I heard those songs hundreds of times growing up.
Not a clue what 309 could have meant. I've written before how math and symbols in my dreams wind up being really weird and way off the reality mark. Angel numbers say 309 is the bomb, urban dictionary says 309 is the epitome of suckage. WAIT. Just found legit 309 at Adjustment Disorders, with or without Anxiety and Depression: DSM5 Code 309 (traumadissociation.com). o_o Wow, is my brain trying to tell me something? Well, I didn't exactly know this, so... weird. Well, my dx relating to that is written out, I don't remember seeing a code next to it, but that's a pretty good bullseye.
309.0 F43.21 With depressed mood: Low mood, tearfulness, or feelings of hopelessness are predominant.
309.24 F43.22 With anxiety: Nervousness, worry, jitteriness, or separation anxiety is predominant.
309.28 F43.23 With mixed anxiety and depressed mood: A combination of depression and anxiety is predominant. Read more: http://www.traumadissociation.com/adjustment
Compare that to my dx.
2007- Axis I clinical disorders of adjustment disorder with anxiety, axis II deferred but with narcissistic feature, axis V GAF of 60.
2008- depressed mood with congruent affect, Asperger's, GAF of 50. Note by panel "These impairments are not slight and have more than a minimal effect on the claimant's residual functional capacity found below. Consequently, they are "severe", as set forth" etc.
I mean, that's me most of my life, occasionally squashed down by filters of numbness, apathy, and anger. This last year has grown markedly better (thank you, #TomCavanaghwatch? lol I dunno, honestly I've processed so much since Dad died that I don't feel so stuck in the past anymore) (and probably because pulling out of a massive vitamin D deficiency, which affects your brain).
Sorry, Lisa, it's not you, it's me. No idea why you wound up in my shower while I ran off to make a sandwich.
But yeah, I never hang out with late night movie gang any more and I miss them almost dreadfully sometimes. My life just doesn't fit that angle and I feel sad about it, but I don't know what to do or say.
So I dream about Lisa in my shower...
@_+
In other news, looks like we're finally going to get our roof done. Nothing like being the only house on the entire street that didn't get approved for hail damage, and we stick furthest up into the sky. Despite his pleasant personality, we got a real dick for our first insurance adjustor. That happened last March, new roofs already all around us, and now here it is heat of summer and nearly vacation time, and they finally agree we need a new roof.
Now it's Saturday evening and I'm about to crash into bed super hard, but I stopped to look at numbers because it's brain candy and my brain was being a whiny kid, and as I looked at the same batch for the hundredth time I noticed maybe it really is getting spelled out, like I sarcastically prompted should happen because I'm too busy to figure it out myself.
Possible interpretation. I could be way wrong, or way mental because I'm so sleepy, but here goes, if I'm coming to the right conclusion, this is confirmations galore. I'm keeping it cryptic for reasons.
I 'win' because I'm right because I'm able to see outside myself. Or, I get to advance because I'm not tied to this density any more.
I'm on point about the simulation coming to an end, and those involved can't advance (sadly, I had asked).
I am being checked on and synched into others further along, and what I'm receiving through the simulation has been apurpose.
It really is amusing.
[They] can't see or find me.
Hang in there.
Stay focused on remembering who I am.
I'm here for a good reason and the people I care about need me.
I don't think the barrage of fireworks going off prematurely is going to keep me awake tonight. Later, taters.
:edit: The next day. I think the old house is twitter.
