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I Got It Back!

The Asian Porn site dumped my domain and I grabbed it back! Now to configure the Nameservers and whatnot. See you soon, my old Jodysitting site!

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Photos of Me: Thoughts

I was writing a comment on a FB post about how that person reacts to someone wanting to take their photo, and I thought it would be easier to write it out here and then I could just share the link. Because we all need to hear this, and internalize it.

I used to take all the photos in our family, because I owned the cameras but also because I hated how I looked. Then I realized that if something were to happen to me, my [then] toddler son wouldn’t have photos of me.

I also realized that however I look in photos is how I look to other people when they look at me. Avoiding photos doesn’t make me thinner or prettier than I actually am.

Lastly, nobody is staring at my photo longer than I am. They give it a second, decide if they are going to like it or not, and keep scrolling. You know, like I do with everyone else’s photos. I am not looking at your [fill in trouble area] I am looking at your smile and being thankful I got to “see” my friend today.

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Where Did I Store The Past?

I’m busy over here trying to find some things I wrote/posted 20 or so years ago, and I can’t believe how hard it is to find all the old original content. Also, why are all the photos such LOW RESOLUTION? What was I thinking?

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Worst Beverage Ever

There’s a recipe going around the Internet for what everyone things is a disgusting drink. You read it and your head kind of explodes a little.

So we have to make it, right? Only three ingredients!

2 Cans condensed beef broth

1 cup ginger ale

2T lemon juice

It looks like a practical joke, no? We decided to halve the recipe and I made Tom and our friend Tim try it before dinner so we could “get it out of the way.”

It was, in a word, awful. Undrinkable the way the ocean is undrinkable. that “beef” flavor is very chemical-y and the salt – holy shit so much salt.

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Animal Crossing and Me: Part 2

Just as I’ve felt about some neighbors everywhere I’ve ever lived, there are some Animal Crossing residents I would prefer up and move off my island.

The residents fall into one of 8 personality types, and whole groups of animals are classified as either “snooty” or “cranky”.  I am not a fan of those, and when a snooty resident tells me she’s moving my response is “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

Sometimes a resident will annoy me because I don’t like their catchphrase, or how they refer to me.  I have one resident, Cashmere, who I wanted out because we just didn’t click. Her house was decorated with grandma Laura Ingalls vibe. She seemed to me to be a little old lady, walking around with her purse and glasses on the end of her nose, giving me advice I didn’t ask for. I think what annoyed me the most is constantly telling me anyone staying inside was wasting the day. During this pandemic, when staying inside saves lives, this was unusually grating.

One night I noticed she was in her house, so I went in.  In AC, when a resident in in their house crafting something, they offer you a copy of the recipe so you can make it too. When first I went in I thought, “What kind of item could someone like grandma Cashmere possibly be crafting?”

What I should probably mention for context is that at some point since I started playing, I decided to dedicate one room of my home as a toilet room. Not a bathroom (though it is) but a room full of toilets. At the time I went into Cashmere’s house, I had 7 toilets including a standing toilet, a urinal and a litter box.

Imagine my utter surprise when Cashmere told me she was crafting a gold toilet, and would I like the recipe? A solid gold toilet, the Trump Tower-esque potty of my dreams, a thing I knew existed but didn’t possess.  I had completely misjudged Cashmere, and weirdly (because it’s just a video game) I was embarrassed by it.  That is how Cashmere helped me add a rare toilet to my toilet room, and I suddenly had newfound respect for her.

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Ignore the bed in the corner. My house lost ratings points because it didn’t have a bed so I decided this was the perfect spot for it.

Later that night, after all my friends had stopped by to get their own copies of the recipe, I went back into Cashmere’s house to see if she was still crafting. While I stood there she went over to her record player and started to sing along with the music that was playing, something I don’t think I had ever seen before. It was so lovely and sweet that I realized if Cashmere ever tells me she’s thinking of leaving, I’m going to tell her to stay.

Please, everyone, enjoy my new friend Cashmere.

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