So, today I got a call informing of my 14-day quarantine that ends tomorrow, caused by someone who tested positive putting my name in the "met them in the last X days" column. You cannot own a fucking cellphone number without showing a valid ID with a biometric picture, so I can't fathom why this hasn't been automated. And on top of it, my employer knew about it all along, so I guess it's just a matter of priorities, not means or wants. Especially since they were given my number along with the name. So, between acquaintances, my work, and whichever entity is organizing/supervising this stuff, everyone involved dropped the ball. What if I was one of those near-unsymptomatic cases?

Between this negligent lag and the unlikely event of getting my first shot before October, it's not getting any less dispiriting. Frankly, at this point, I think of withdrawing and isolating myself even further.

When all else went to naught, I made a habit out of loudly complaining about "how those old people in my days lack any manners whatsoever." They know you can't do anything physical, but public ridicule hurts all the ages.

I won't have any TAing next semester and will be picking up intro Latin and Classical Greek courses. It's not much, two hours per week each, but it's something I've been turning over in my mind for a while. I did some Latin almost a decade ago, Greek is almost entirely new. Suffices to say it's exciting.

Sold my RPG books, save for Cyberpunk 2020 stuff (Night City guide is a goldmine for story prompts) and core rulebook to Warhammer Fantasy (1st edition!). Aside from the fact I can almost recite them backward from memory at this point, there's no real chance I'm gonna find another group. Frankly, I don't have it in me to keep trying. Didn't have a good game in over a year. Got a decent buck out of them, had my fun, let them serve new people.

Finally started picking up the pace on my reading. Though I like to put more emphasis on quality than quantity, it's nice to finally eliminate some of it. I think it's what I really lacked recently: sense of accomplishing something, anything really.

Meds are fucky. It's not fog or weird body sensations, those went mostly away pretty quickly and/or get dealt with. I basically freeze for hours, thinking and almost not noticing the passage of time. It's like falling into the flow or slipstream against my will. Can't decide if it's good or bad. Just is.

It looks like something I crashed on Mars in KSP.

I'd just like to weigh in and say: it doesn't necessarily take a good player, but it certainly takes a dedicated one to play in your head. I can recreate lots of games from memory or play simultaneous opponents, my calculation suffers very noticeably if I can't see the board. Genuine props, the thing isn't easy.

I think it can be a remnant of the previous anti-spam restrictons, at least that'd be my guess. IIRC, you couldn't post, change profile description or have links in comments until you completed first 'hubwheel' (that thing next to your nick in the top navigation bar).

Guessing after mk, I wouldn't be surprised if it was just hidden via CSS, therefore accessible and editable with 'inspect element' feature in most browsers. Can't hurt giving it a try, can be fun.

The link without /a leads somewhere else, see:

https://i.imgur.com/FO7GLi6

FO7GLi6 is album's ID, the picture within has 0mbaFzO. Kinda like a difference between the name of an album and names of songs on it.

I've seen, performed, and had been resuscitated myself. Each experience was horrid, though less at the time than in retrospect, regardless of which side I happened to be. Having said that, with my knee-jerk reaction, I think I'm too stubborn to consent to DNR. EDIT: Or cowardly. Take your pick.

Because it's a link to an album, not the picture.

You can also use those metals to electroplate stuff like jewelry and sell that. It's not that hard, and there's a market for it.