Constantly Sleepy!

SORRY FOR THE VERY PERSONAL COMIC!!

This is my half of “Unhealthy”, an essay comic double header with the lovely and talented Sarah Winifred Searle. She and I both wrote about our personal experiences as overweight ladies with eating disorders, and her story is breathtaking! You can buy a physical copy of the book here: https://topatoco.com/collections/abby-howard/products/ah-unhealthy

BROOOO

i included a photo below beside my switch for comparison of how big the xl and overnight pads are (i love using both for for nighttime use). daily, i use my regular pads and when working out/post-period, i use the liners.

the amazing part is that it now comes with two buttons to snap it tighter!!!

No thanks.

I personally get mine from here, which is a UK based company, and I can’t find any info on them that says they donate to causes I don’t support, but it’s always worth checking where your money’s going.

I’ve been using their pads exclusively for several years now and have no complaints. Also the flannel ones are v comfy. Highly recommend. They also sell accessories to help make pads fit better depending on your needs, such as the wing extender which work with wider underpants like boy shorts.

Edit: I just borrowed a pair of ETD’s underwear and the wing extenders make the Queen and Super Overnight pads fit both his briefs and boxers with full coverage, if that info helps anyone. You could probably even get away with a medium pad on an extender with briefs if you veer toward a size small/medium. The boxers did feel a little bunched to me, but that might also be because his underwear is much too big for me 😅

Also if anyone would like 30% off their first order here’s my “refer a friend” link. I’m not sponsored, I just like discounts and shark themed menstrual pads.

Blender is an excellent freeware 3D renderer,possibly better than After Effects

Lightzone to replace Lightroom

Inkscape to replace Illustratr

Audacity to replace Audition (I also received a free version of Pro Tools with my Scarlett Solo audio interface)

Q: Nicholas Lezard has written ‘Rowling can type, but Le Guin can write.’ What do you make of this comment in the light of the phenomenal success of the Potter books? I’d like to hear your opinion of JK Rowling’s writing style

UKL: I have no great opinion of it. When so many adult critics were carrying on about the “incredible originality” of the first Harry Potter book, I read it to find out what the fuss was about, and remained somewhat puzzled; it seemed a lively kid’s fantasy crossed with a “school novel”, good fare for its age group, but stylistically ordinary, imaginatively derivative, and ethically rather mean-spirited.

When one user asked why TV series with Black leads are often “depressing”, Peiffer responded: “Because the show runner wouldn’t listen to the 3 writers of colour, of which I am one, including the Black writer who kept asking to not make her storyline poverty porn.

Boring fact about me: I don’t eat red meat very often

I played Among Us for like 3(?) hours yesterday

My boring fact: i like staring at clouds

boring fact: I have two sisters

boring fact: eating noodles in makeup rn it hits different

my boring fact: i’m running on 4 hours of sleep rn which i haven’t done since high school and i’m wondering how i even survived 4 years like this

my boring fact is that my water bottle always has to stand to my right

when i was little i loved climbing trees. i also would constantly get stuck up trees, because i learned to climb in a climbing gym and was used to rappelling back down. sometimes i would have to call my parents over so i could jump and get caught, bc i would scare myself bc i didn’t wanna get hurt

I genuinely do not care one way or the other about the pineapple on pizza debate

i havent actual threw up in,,,at least four years counting now

tagging these lovely ppl:

a) an intentional marketing scheme to stir interest in the project and attract certain fanbases (lgbtq people and young women) vs. 

b) members of the creative team genuinely wanting to write queer characters but the corporate side of things force them to tone it down but they still leave little hints vs. 

Teen Wolf show-makers asking fans what they wanted, getting the answer ‘canon-queer relationships’ and then just hinting at Stiles being bi and having the characters people ship hang out platonically is queer-baiting

Gravity Falls having the two male police officers hold hands and show genuine affection to one another, but not being allowed to confirm they were married because the studio wanted to sell the show to Russia and China is queer-coding

Arthur Conan Doyle genuinely not understanding why some people would think two men living together, declaring their undying affection for one another, and constantly referring to Holmes as a ‘confirmed bachelor’ was a bit gay is queer-subtext

and i, in the middle of cursing out the shitty old copier, was not prepared for this conversation. "what? why does that matter? it's just a name change."

"name's matter. personnel means they at least acknowledged we were people. human resources means you are given the same consideration and care that goes into the cost benefit analysis of whether we really need new copy machines, or if the old ones are good enough."

and i think about that a lot

anyway this is the same man that saw me at pride, introduced me to his husband, bought me a margarita, and did not say one word about the fact i was only wearing a sheer lace dress over a bra and panties at the time

A story about @elsewhereuniversity ‘s campus cats.

Most at Elsewhere share whispers of The Gentry, The Fair Folk, The Season Courts, Them. The warnings flit by everyone who Knows, fill their ears and spill from their mouths as they try to clutch the ones they know close enough to their chest that they won’t even try to step into the woods. But, those far and few between, often art majors, on good terms with the crows and with collections of their trinkets and art, they know better. They, The Gentry, They are to be respected as much as the next. But it is important to look past the loudest and most obvious threat, to what lay behind and unnoticed.

The Cats, of course, tend to not be involved with students. Besides the far and few between, they tend to go completely unnoticed. You see, The Cats have long found a home in the woods, they slot perfectly into unfilled space and act not as rulers, but as watchers and guardians. If a student is lost in the woods, not yet claimed as prey by one of the Fair Folk, the cats claim them. They use the magic in their paws to weave and rearrange the woods so the lost may find their way home. The Cats ask nothing in return, indecisive at worst and helpful at best, but small things left in the woods often win you favor.

The cats and the crows find themselves closely woven, the crows never being taken by cats and in return, nothing belonging to the cats being stolen. It is a long held agreement, unshakeable. The cats are not like the fae, though. They do not make deals or bets. They figure you can understand what you owe if you do not see them, and if you do you are considered family. This story, though, is not only about the cats. No, it is about a student who went by the name Wire.

Wire was an arts major, one who frequently found themselves given gifts by the crows. Wire loved and treasured each gift, and showed them off proudly enough that the crows trilled excitedly each time Wire entered their sight. Wire, though, often found themselves lost in the woods.

The fair folk never saw them as a threat, never even thought of them. They belonged to the crows, too covered in gifts to mean anything but shunning from the crows if they were stolen. So Wire was allowed to trot happily through the woods.

A couple semesters passed, around a year and a half, and the crows began winning the favor of the cats for Wire. The crows thought that Wire was a mighty fine creature, one that took pride in the art they made. The Cats were reluctant, as it was their way to only take that which has been lost, and to remain on the undergrowth, unrecognized.

They gave in after two and a half years, growing fond enough of Wire who clumsily stumbled through their territory, and the next time Wire stepped 2 feet into the woods, the cats wove a path to themselves. All this time Wire has spent in the cats territory, filled with and breathing in the ancient magic of the cats, had given them some of the power that the cats held in their paws. Wire, when wandering toward the cats, was being filled with their magic at every inhale and exhale, it was being woven into Wires very bones while the Cats worked. And once Wire came upon the camp, they collapsed.

A cat, with a name to be used by the strange creature, took care of Wire for the two hours they slept. Three kittens stumbled into the cave nest upon Wire waking up, and gave them a new name. Now, Wire goes by Felid and nothing more, the cat by their side still loved by the wood only responding to Corvid. It is strange that no campus pets will ever step foot in the wood, and that even when given the opportunity to run they will not, even stranger that Corvid prances through campus like it is their kingdom, weaving into the the same trees that dorm pets whine in the face of, thought nothing of except in hindsight.

Felid and Corvid have made a home in the Lost and found, not to be confused with the lost and found run by Rosehip. The Lost and found is where the things that have been lost for so long they become forgotten go. At the end of each month, Felid and Corvid are seen prancing into the wood happily and bravely in a way no student has seen from someone who returns.

A story about @elsewhereuniversity ‘s campus cats.

Most at Elsewhere share whispers of The Gentry, The Fair Folk, The Season Courts, Them. The warnings flit by everyone who Knows, fill their ears and spill from their mouths as they try to clutch the ones they know close enough to their chest that they won’t even try to step into the woods. But, those far and few between, often art majors, on good terms with the crows and with collections of their trinkets and art, they know better. They, The Gentry, They are to be respected as much as the next. But it is important to look past the loudest and most obvious threat, to what lay behind and unnoticed.

The Cats, of course, tend to not be involved with students. Besides the far and few between, they tend to go completely unnoticed. You see, The Cats have long found a home in the woods, they slot perfectly into unfilled space and act not as rulers, but as watchers and guardians. If a student is lost in the woods, not yet claimed as prey by one of the Fair Folk, the cats claim them. They use the magic in their paws to weave and rearrange the woods so the lost may find their way home. The Cats ask nothing in return, indecisive at worst and helpful at best, but small things left in the woods often win you favor.

The cats and the crows find themselves closely woven, the crows never being taken by cats and in return, nothing belonging to the cats being stolen. It is a long held agreement, unshakeable. The cats are not like the fae, though. They do not make deals or bets. They figure you can understand what you owe if you do not see them, and if you do you are considered family. This story, though, is not only about the cats. No, it is about a student who went by the name Wire.

Wire was an arts major, one who frequently found themselves given gifts by the crows. Wire loved and treasured each gift, and showed them off proudly enough that the crows trilled excitedly each time Wire entered their sight. Wire, though, often found themselves lost in the woods.

The fair folk never saw them as a threat, never even thought of them. They belonged to the crows, too covered in gifts to mean anything but shunning from the crows if they were stolen. So Wire was allowed to trot happily through the woods.

A couple semesters passed, around a year and a half, and the crows began winning the favor of the cats for Wire. The crows thought that Wire was a mighty fine creature, one that took pride in the art they made. The Cats were reluctant, as it was their way to only take that which has been lost, and to remain on the undergrowth, unrecognized.

They gave in after two and a half years, growing fond enough of Wire who clumsily stumbled through their territory, and the next time Wire stepped 2 feet into the woods, the cats wove a path to themselves. All this time Wire has spent in the cats territory, filled with and breathing in the ancient magic of the cats, had given them some of the power that the cats held in their paws. Wire, when wandering toward the cats, was being filled with their magic at every inhale and exhale, it was being woven into Wires very bones while the Cats worked. And once Wire came upon the camp, they collapsed.

A cat, with a name to be used by the strange creature, took care of Wire for the two hours they slept. Three kittens stumbled into the cave nest upon Wire waking up, and gave them a new name. Now, Wire goes by Felid and nothing more, the cat by their side still loved by the wood only responding to Corvid. It is strange that no campus pets will ever step foot in the wood, and that even when given the opportunity to run they will not, even stranger that Corvid prances through campus like it is their kingdom, weaving into the the same trees that dorm pets whine in the face of, thought nothing of except in hindsight.

Felid and Corvid have made a home in the Lost and found, not to be confused with the lost and found run by Rosehip. The Lost and found is where the things that have been lost for so long they become forgotten go. At the end of each month, Felid and Corvid are seen prancing into the wood happily and bravely in a way no student has seen from someone who returns.

- The picture test: If you can’t tell if something is a hallucination or not, take a photo! If it shows up in the picture then you have a keepsake of that crazy creepy Halloween decoration. If not it’s a hallucination (or a vampire. No, i’m kidding it’s a hallucination.)

- Is some kid in mask causing paranoia? Ask them where they got their costume. Did they make it? How did they get the idea? Focusing on the person inside of the costume will help you remember that it’s just a person!

- Avoid haunted houses, haunted hayrides, ect. Actors will not stop scaring unless it’s an emergency, and I’ve yet to find a place that teaches actors how to deal with anything other than physical injuries. (I once met a haunted house actor who said causing a panic attack meant he was “doing his job right.”)

- There’s no shame in asking friends and relatives to avoid sending jump scare videos or anything else that could cause paranoia.

- Here are some tips on how to tell if a video is a screamer.

- (from freeasthepaperburns) Boggart it! If something is making you upset, make it silly. dance with the shadows, sing to the creepies, I bet if make a fish face at the scary face it’ll be a little less scary. I know this is harder than it sounds, but I’ve gotten better at it over the time, and find it helps!

he said “so they fixed it, right? how did they fix it in the game?” and i told him the truth: they didn’t. they couldn’t control it. they had to reset the servers and roll them back to the time before the ZG encounter.

a CNN article recently referenced another “viral” event in world of warcraft: leeroy jenkins facepulling as a metaphor for the expedited reopening of businesses. what it fails to mention however is how the video ends. everyone who charges in with leeroy dies. he wipes the raid.

Those with healing magic would go into infected areas to see if they could save the infected or at least keep them alive through the disease. Those that couldn’t do that tried to warn players before they entered infected areas. NPC could be infected and have “no symptoms”; they could be asymptomatic carriers and pass it to nearby players.

The best part though was by the time Blizzard had finally come out and said “if you are infected, try to quarantine yourself so you don’t spread it!!” the player base was ALREADY DOING SO. The players had recognized the problem and worked together in myriad ways to fix it.

They also had negative reactions as well, another reason this was such a good example of a real outbreak. They had a couple people report healers or alchemists who were claiming to sell cures/treatments to the disease that ultimately would do nothing. They had a group of players that would hide in the mountains near cities and just pass the disease back and forth between themselves and then raid cities to infect them all over again. They had higher level players start rebelling on the servers. Saying it was an overreaction and if you get it you’ll just die and you can come back and be fine, etc. Since they could get the disease and survive, ie it didn’t do enough damage to them since they were higher level, they felt it unnecessary to care about whether they got it or not. They complained about not getting to play like normal just because this plague could kill lower level players.

ALL of these reactions, good and bad, were real enough to what we assumed a real life epidemic would play out that people started to use it as a model. And now look, we have proof that it was accurate.

However, what we needed to learn from it was primarily that it wasn’t reversible. The bad reactions and lack of care from the few players that weren’t cooperating made it impossible in the end to contain. The only reason it was fixed at all is the game had to reverse time, literally just delete their entire game log a few weeks and time travel weeks into the past to before the plague even began.

Think about that.

The reason no one believed it was a valid model is that it was a video game and thus the consequences weren’t permanent. “No one would act like that in real life.” But look at how we are handling this outbreak. Is it not eerily similar?

They started getting phone calls, turns out they and the experts underestimated the size of the kaboom, reports of broken windows, car alarms going off, people getting knocked out of their seats, hell one news station reported that they leveled the town.