Here’s what happened in my life over the past week:
- I decided to do some rebranding on the blog, not for any real reason other than the idea popped into my head. My old logo no longer matched up with the current look of my site, so I changed that. I’ve also changed from the semi-anonymous Gravatar image and name (ashleyleia) to the author image & name (Ashley L. Peterson) that I’ve been using for my books. I liked the old Gravatar that included Cookie the guinea pig, but I figured consistency was probably a good thing.
- It seems like the Reader has been delaying showing newly published posts more than it usually does. Scrolling back through my feed, I’m finding a lot of posts that I didn’t read because I didn’t see them the first time around. The editor is also lagging displaying what I’ve typed, and sometimes will be a couple of sentences behind.
- Sometimes negative book reviews are amusing. I enjoyed this line: “You can reproduce most of the information from the Internet.” Um, yeah, that would be the case for pretty much anything other than original research…
- I know I need a shower when… my hair is sufficiently crusty that I can twist it up in a bun, and it just stays there, with no assistance of any kind, for an extended period of time. Gravity may be a strong force, but crustiness is a stronger one.
- Canada has this thing called the Disability Tax Credit, and if you’re approved for that, you can start a Registered Disability Savings Plan, and the federal government will match your contributions as well as straight out give you some free money. I was delaying asking my doctor to fill out the Disability Tax Credit form because he was such a dick about the paperwork for my disability benefits application, and I thought it wouldn’t make any difference to hold off on it. Then this week, I happened to discover that the federal government free money train stops after age 49. What with me being 42, and the yearly limits, each year I hold off getting on this train means less free money. I want free money, but I don’t have it in me to deal with this myself, so I decided to enlist my mom to wrangle the doctor’s secretaries into submission to give me an in-person appointment when my parents are in town in September, and then let her do the talking at the appointment. I’m generally not one to call for parental backup, but there’s no way I could deal; with this nonsense myself without multiple shitfits/meltdowns, especially given my inability to speak properly. So that was fine, right up until my mother questioned whether I was sufficiently disabled to be disabled. For fuck’s sake, why does everything have to be so bloody difficult?
- After getting a voicemail that it would have been polite to if I could talk properly, I decided to record a new voicemail greeting, sounding as impaired as I sound, asking people to text or email me instead.
- Weird spam comment of the week: “Thank you for your sweet words! It was a great pleasure visiting your site. I’m so happy to have discovered the ‘Ranch.'” Hmm….
- In bird-watching news, I think my local robins’ nest is somewhere other than where I originally thought it was, as one of them dive-bombed a landscaper who was right outside my bedroom the other day.
Nicely handled, Simone Biles. I think stepping away from the competition makes her as much, if not more, of a role model as pushing through and injuring herself because her head had gotten in her way. I was puzzled by people referring to as a GOAT, so had to look that up. And then I stumbled across this awesome video. I was a bit surprised the guinea pigs were entirely disinterested as I was playing it. I wish I was a goat (not a GOAT, a goat that makes these noises). My favourites are at 0:40 and 1:16.
Casper likes to be tucked in.
How has your week been?