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( I Don't Know What Will Kill Us First: The Race War or What We've Done to the Earth )
Declaration of Interdependence from queerspacepunk (aka
emmett)
A tiny snippet from a lovely thread
i want to be asked to come over and help put my friend's kids to bed as casually as they might text their spouse and ask them to pick up milk on the way home
i want to stop and pick up milk for another friend because i know their spouse hates the grocery store
i want to buy fruit that i dont like because it's on special and i know people who do
i want to pass lemons over the fence and to take my neighbours bins out when the forget
i want group chats instead of rideshare apps, calls in the middle of the night because someone's at the hospital, lonely or hungry or both
i want to do the dishes in other people's houses, extra servings wrapped in tinfoil and tea towels so it's still warm when you drop it off, a basket of other people's mending by my couch
i want to be surrounded by reminders that 'imposing' on each other is what we were born to do
Today I learned there are graphic resources—icons and banners—on the Archive of Our Own!
https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Banners%20*a*%20Icons/works
(Sadly AO3’s metatags don’t create RSS feeds, so I can’t add one here.)
New DW community for people who archive information from the web: datahoarders
timeasmymeasure provides resources for would-be archivists without tech skills:
https://datahoarders.dreamwidth.org/3299.html
Of particular interest to me:
AO3 Downloader: a life-saver for any person who has thought, "God, I wish I could download all of my bookmarks, but that would take sooo long to do individually." Another Github download which is saved by its thorough instructions!
Yesterday I accompanied MyGuy to his colonoscopy. We entered a small room with a surgical bed, vitals station, the now-ubiquitous bedside computer, and a parking space for me. After he donned the hospital gown, nursing staff connected him to the vitals station, and started a saline drip. They wheeled him off to the procedure while I waited in the cubicle. I distracted myself with some Sherlock fanfic.
Suddenly the door was opening. An unfamiliar nurse was wheeling a complete stranger backwards into the space—I asked should I remove my husband’s clothing if someone else was using the room. She said, “Of course not, he will be putting them back on in a few minutes.” Seeing my puzzled face, she said, “Don’t you recognize him?” I was still stunned—who were these people? She swung the bed around so I could see his eyes. The estranged swirl of jamais vu vanished, and I saw his lovely face, his smile enhanced by recent doses of fentanyl and midazolam.
All went well, and 45 minutes later we were in the taxi back home. I’d read of the vu triplets—presque, déjà, jamais—in Catch-22 when I was a teenager, but this was my first experience of jamais vu.
Very disconcerting—have you experienced this?