Just took this quiz and here’s my results.
For the optically minded out there, this is how bad my eyes are:
Sph: -8.00 Cyl: -2.75 Axis: 178
Sph: -8.25 Cyl: -3.50 Axis: 179
Dist: 6/5 Near: N4
Dist: 6/5 Near: N4
Sooo, it’s good that at least I can see colours well. That might help me, post-apocalypse when I’ve fucked my glasses Burgess Meredith-style as long as the edge of the cliff is a *slightly* different red to the waiting chasm.
I was trying to post a nude pic to one of my sideblogs on here and WHOOPS, posted it to my Facebook instead. (I’ve been tired, leave me alone.)
So, facebook has put me in horny jail and I am not allowed to post anything for another nine hours yet. I feel soo… nonplussed? I don’t feel chastised as much as I’ve got a severe frowning from an elderly nun.
I’d post the hugely offensive image on my primary blog but we all know what being horny on main gets you. I’ve only just got out of Tumblr titty prison and I don’t want to go back to my cone of shame avatar again.
(But if you do need to see the pic for.. er.. reasons, it’s here -> https://bzangytwo.tumblr.com/post/630726777528008704 )
Enjoy! But please do remember that naked women are the source of all evil and corruption in the world so you may want to domestos your eyes after, better safe than sorry, eh?
A photo from when I was last happy. x
Nat and I were trying to think of somewhere to go, not too far to drive and that neither of us had visited before. She picked Stratford-upon-Avon and we had an awesome day out on Wednesday!
I guess I should confess that I was prejudiced; I expected a very corny, soulless, tourist-trap of a town. What we actually found was one of the loveliest places either of us has seen, a town that brims with independent eateries and other businesses, vibrant streets bustling with life even during these Rona Madness times. Top points to the lovely lady running the Magic Alley shop whose friendliness was matched only by her love of Farscape esoterica.
We walked, we sat, we ate our own weight in the tastiest pastries I’ve had in years. If you get a chance to go, GO!
We’re two months in, here in the UK.
For those of us with pre-existing mental health issues, Rona has laid an extra layer of FUD on us. Reach out. In my region (the Midlands), try TRENT PTS for online counselling. Don’t feel you’re going on or that people are bored of hearing about your mental health, don’t suffer needlessly.
For those of you who were previously okay in terms of mental issues, your current suffering is valid, is important, don’t feel like you can’t share it or also reach out. You may never have done this before, you may be worry about being stigmatised. Please don’t – if you need help, please try and get some.
All around me, my friends are in pain and feel lonely. I phone / Zoom them but that can only do so much. We’re a species that should be sitting around, snacking on berries and grooming each other. The way you punish a human is to put them in solitary.
Things are frayed, I’ve gone a bit asocial and had to apologise for being stilted and weird in convos. And my normal personality is a bloke who goes alone on stage with an acoustic guitar and invites 200 strangers to listen to him sing for forty minutes. I am not shy normally. So, if I’m feeling the effects, I can only imagine what it must be like for the actual shy people out there. I’m sending you hugs in particular.
Be kind to people. Cut them some slack cos we’re all going doolally. Send your friends a card or text or some chocs or whatever. Let people know you love them. Give them a virtual boop on the nose. x
Sometimes… I forget how amazing the internet is. And then vids like this happen.
Four years ago, my Dad died.
Last night, I dreamt about him. The dreams were calm, it was like he hadn’t died and he was asking how I was while he was reading a paper and smoking his pipe. God, I used to love watching the whole rigmarole of him patiently cleaning, filling and then smoking his pipe. When I was little, I’d always nick his pipe-cleaning penknife and marvel at the assort of prongs and teeny scrapers.
I told him about the girl I’m in love with and showed him pictures. His comments were perfectly him: “Well, she’s very pretty! If she has a brain, too, she may be good for you. Be careful you don’t lose her!”
I’ll try not to, Dad. I’ll try.
When I woke up, I thought, ‘oh, I should give him a ring, have a chat!’ And than I remembered I couldn’t. It was that liminal moment between dream and reality where everything slumps back down on your shoulders and a small storm of despair rises and falls in the space of a second.
So I had a cry and then got on with the morning; the routine of showering, shaving and then trying to remember the good, happy times with him.
He really was the best Dad ever.
I don’t post for a couple of months and suddenly WE ARE IN PLAGUE.
I mean, I don’t think my lack of wibbling on here lead to the current viral outbreak but everyone knows that correlation = causation.
My online shopping has been more for friends than me:
Got to keep your friends as happy and posi as possible at the moment and what says, ‘hey, I care!’ more than a lovely new suction-cup dildo?