Meemaw's been in town the past couple days (I miss her already), so I've just been doing recipe cards (I'm queuing up the posts; I have to finish putting them together) while talking and haven't done much writing or job-searching (boo, I know, it's irresponsible of me). That also means I did very little art over the course of her and my little cousin visiting, except a quick little sketch of my Shadowrun character, Cherry Cordial.
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| Cherry Cordial |
She's a silly little dwarf mystic adept who's supposed to be our party's face, which is proving to be a bit of a bad thing, given we're immediately in combat, but... you know, as long as I use my more socially-oriented spells wisely, I can cause some vehicular damage (in fiction!). 75% of our party ended up horrifically southern, 50% ended up socially inept, 50% can't drive, 50% can't use the matrix, 50% are spellcasters, and 100% want to use a gatorpult.
That was, of course, on Saturday. Meemaw and my cousin were here for a couple more days than that. We swam; we went up to Alpine Loop and I rambled on and on about trees and clonal systems; and we went to the Bean Museum and I rambled on and on about hominids and... clonal systems...
Hey! I have ADHD, I'm readjusting to my medication, and my family loves me enough to let me deliver fun facts about Homo heidelbergensis. In fact, certain younger brothers keep egging me on when they see bones. Certain cousins are appalled with my bone knowledge. I'm the bone wizard. I'm winning. I didn't even talk about osteons.
That is to say, the museum was fun and I talked about pterosaurs while we were swimming. (I just talk a lot. It's also 11:30 right now, so I'm clearly not medicated here, either.)
In other news, my body betrayed me and gave me another UTI, even though I did everything right. I'll say that. So that was fun. Good week. Great couple of days. I already told everyone I know. Might as well tell everyone I don't.
I don't know how to end this post. Look at him. Look. I'll just give too much information and skeeeeeeeedaddle.
The plan is to, of course, get back to posting more of my forensic science and photography portfolio on Monday; and, following that, to try to consistently just... post things. I have a fair amount of bleed paper I'd like to put back up on my wall and some cards I've made that I'd like to post. We'll see how it goes. The photography and forensics are first and foremost, though, with my writings on feminism and science on the side and some general hobbies and life updates here and there. You know how it is. It's my page; it'll become what it is eventually.
I will say, it is pretty funny (genuinely) to have a lot of knowledge but no documentation to back it up. I can't tell you why I have all this medical knowledge. I decided to read a medical dictionary when I was a teenager, got deeply into anatomy, took myself down about twenty rabbitholes every night when I was in anatomy in high school, made a bunch of lists of definitions (my favorite hobby) for medical terms and conditions during my freshman and sophomore years of college, and that in no way makes me qualified to do the things I want to do; it just means I kind of know things about defecography off the top of the dome. The same is true about the physics of the proposed flight patterns of Quetzalcoatlus northropi and the sociopolitical implications of cookbooks (like, as a political tactic in suffrage movements). I can't tell you why, through a series of documents, it is that I know these things. Nobody taught me. I researched on my own. I learned about bone fluorescence in class for a presentation, though. That wasn't even in osteology; that was in forensic photography.
That's a good enough end to this post. Oh, my kidneys hurt. Tomorrow me has her work cut out for her. Sleep well, friends.
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