Moon tonight:
Jesus. I can see where Neil Armstrong farted in this picture. 10/10
I read a book on the scientific design of the first manned space missions
they had medical data that showed humans fart on average 14 times a day so they had to take that into account with the air purifiers n/k
14 times a day
Glad I wasn’t included in that study… err…
Morning Grandad.
You really were still a baby, weren’t you?
My gramps (WW2) never said many words about his time over there.
The only real story he’d happily tell was in tobruk, they captured a bunch of italian doctors and locked them up. Doctors were separated and kept in the doctors quarters away from general.
Every night they let the italian docs out (although they were let out almost whenever they wanted), they’d sit around, drink, smoke and share medical techniques.
They all wrote to each other for years after the war.
He also strictly prohibited anyone in the family going to the parades which was interesting. Didn’t give a reason, just went silent when asked.
My grandfather and father (WW2 in the navy) never went to the parades either. I asked Dad about that and he said he couldn’t stand having all that sacrifice turned into a Jolly Day Out for the Kids. He did go to the pub though, as he put it, to NOT talk about it - just to drink some of it away with people that had shared in it.
Back when PM John Howard started really going the rah rah rah stuff about the ANZACs, it was notable that most of the WW1 veterans had died by then. So there wasn’t much push back about making a cheerful nationalistic myth out of all that suffering. And the films.
Both my grandparents fought in WW2 but were child abusers so I don’t really care what their stories are, or care to convene with family members who overlook that shit to the detriment of people still alive and suffering from their actions. Putting that aside, do you think any services anywhere talk about the current rise of fascism?
All respect to the troops but there’s the risk of tipping into jingoism and forgetting some important lessons about war
Thank you Grandad. 🌿
His name was Frank. He looks like a Frank
Yep. Granted that kids were considered adult a bit faster then than now, but still … My maternal grandfather went to war aged 17 and a bit - near enough to 18 to get past the recruiting sergeant. Along with five of his brothers. Only he came home.
He’s 19 there, but only by about six weeks.
Needed his Mum’s permission on the paperwork - they didn’t used to let you sign on your own until 21
WW2 yes, WW1 (my grandfather) was a lot less structured.
It was true in WW1 as well…but a lot of boys faked the signature.
My great-grandfather (poppy, i knew him quite well i was in my late teens when he passed) signed up at 16. Ended up in the 23rd Australian infantry.
Yes, he spent the rest of his life half mad with PTSD
Yes, horrible trauma leaves marks.
I remember last time i was sick for days like this and hardly ate anything I got a quartet chicken and chips from my local charcoal chicken when I finally felt better. It tasted so good, I can still remember it.
I need to think about where I’m going to go when I get over this one
A week after I had all my wisdom teeth out I was really excited to be eating a kebab. I was staving and I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough to chew properly so I started crying.
I feel that. I’ve been considering a HSP as my finally better food. But I’m thinking I might go with a pepperoni pizza from a local, step above Dominos pizza place
They both sound great.
I’m so tired from this virus.
a big bowl of minestrone would be nice, in a few days some rich curry with homemade naan would be good
We’re all going through it. I hope you start feeling better soon
Don’t forget to do the conversions from imperial to metric 😂 do not bake these at 350 C 😂
do not bake these at 350 C
*Nervously looks at smoke alarm 🙃
thank you grandad
I would also like to pay my respects to my dad’s grandad. He was conscripted by the German army in infantry, captured as a POW by the Soviets and was kept in a gulag until after the war. His family thought he was dead, until he turned up at home one day. He never ate in front of anyone ever again.
May everyone who fought in the war for the allies, and for those who had no choice, rest in peace. We’re proud of you.
Currently sitting on less than 1/3rd av. monthly rainfall here in queenscliff, nuffin on the horizon. And these temps…
Looks like I’m watering today.
it’s a drought 😟
I don’t have a pic of my grandad to hand, but he was a WW2 naval engineer, who joined the English Navy when he was 16. He met my grandma in Fremantle where she worked at a munitions factory. He was a very quiet man who enjoyed bowls, darts and the occasional flutter at the pokies. He always won things like door prizes - an uncanny amount.
Went and saw Book of Mormon today. It was brilliant, but also, holy shit it was so close to crossing the line…
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Oh no. The black kitty has heard some noise and come to sit on my doorstep wanting to be let in.
Not a big deal except I’m kind of trapped inside due to trying to avoid being touched by him and prevent him from dashing in. It feels terrible because I do care about him and he is a nice cat. But I’m pretty sure he’s not been treated for the ringworm (and could still be contagious if he had), also I’m trying not to encourage him away from his owners.
I don’t have a plan honestly. I just don’t know. For now I’m just trying to stay inside as much as possible to rest and sort my own life out. But if he doesn’t get vet treatment and it continues affecting my life I may have to start reporting to RSPCA or the council. Which I don’t want to and don’t think will improve matters but may eventually be forced to.
Because I am still treating the first round of infection I caught from him brushing against my leg. It’s so hard to get rid of. 😑 FFS people, take your cat to the vet or even just use the expensive medicines I left on your doorstep which you received. Why are you making this poor animal my problem
Edit: I’d be glad of any opinions, what you would do if this was you. Or if you have actually managed to sort something like this. It’s a legit problem and genuinely stressing me out. :( I just want to be freed up to focus on myself.
I don’t know these neighbours to just have a casual chat, failed at treating him myself, get really stressed about confronting people and from the constant deflecting via email they aren’t interested in doing anything.
If it were me and was that worried I’d worry about yourself melba and ignore the cat if you can… if you feel your health is at risk it’s you first.
I know you’ve just lost your special cat, but if this new one is affecting your mental state, then preserving that mental state is the most important thing.
Perhaps there’ll be another kitty soon in the future.
I agree. My own stuff is enough to deal with for now.
The problem is I’m trying to avoid and ignore him, but he sometimes blocks me into my house because I’m trying to avoid physical contact and he’s waiting near the door to actively pursue it. It’s stressing me out. As is the idea of continuing to nag or confront neighbours (I don’t know these people and have had some dangerous experiences/sustained harassment in the past).
To make it clear - I’m very much not trying to adopt or take in the cat. I’m not after a new pet. I’m trying to make his owners take him to the vet and treat him so he stops reinfecting me. (Also for his own comfort because damn.)
I’ve just tried to submit a report to the RSPCA with photos and a video from my phone but it’s hanging on send. I’ll try again later on the computer.
I would be caring for the cat as an outside cat, I would wear long pants , forget the neighbours, they just do not care
first feed him up and get trust, then get drops to put in food
but mainly don’t stress, he’s a cat
set achievable goals, you don’t have to look after him perfectly, good enough is good enough
and really, sometimes caring for someone else is a good way to destress
I’ve done the caring for him as an outside cat and it was incredibly stressful for me. A lot of labour and encourages him away from home. I just can’t do it anymore.
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I had to routinely don long clothes and gloves whenever I saw him then wash hands change out of clothes and shower fully with antifungal products and reapply treatment on my own lesions after. So much laundry on hot with sanitizer, and carpet shampooing. Frequent vacuuming. You have to regularly clean your house to prevent picking it back up from the environment so it’s a whole thing. And I can’t take constantly having to prevent reinfection after handling him. It was also hurting my mental health.
He refused the ringworm tablet hidden in food, I got two doses down the hatch by wrestling him but then the next two nights he started hiding from me and I had to go looking for him. At that point I realised “this is crazy”, dumped all the cat stuff on the owners doorstep and emailed asking them to take him to the vet.
I don’t think they have. I’ve handed over all the treatments I have which will be expensive and an hassle to get more of. (The tablets are prescription only and came from the rescue lady. That liquid requires a script to be uploaded to buy it and vets don’t prescribe to animals they haven’t seen. The lime sulfur dip alone was $50 and I don’t know if he’d let me bathe him.) And I’m not legally able to confine someone else’s pet for treatment or take him to the vet myself. They will have to do it.
And he’s still hanging around my door waiting to rub up on me or door dash in while contagious.
So unless I want to be on an endless ringworm reinfection treadmill (I really don’t) I am going to have to be a Karen, make a report to RSPCA or the council. And I’m worried about the backlash when I do.
This is actually kind of a nightmare. I can’t begin to tell you how much I didn’t and don’t want to deal with this.
Melba. You over react. You over clean. Fungus on skin is not a deadly disease, so why the drama? Put some daktarin on skin. Wash things normally. Cleaning carpets so heavily can actually make pollution in house worse as you degrade the fibres and the glues. Give drops to cat.
talk to your doctor and do what they say
This reminds me of a friend I had. I made her high quality face masks with special medical filter I bought overseas. I showed her how to wash them , telling her they were delicate .
Then later she told me she scrubbed and wringed them hard to clean them well. I told her she ruined them and made them useless by ripping up all the filter in the inside layer and removing the special chemical that repelled germs.
She just did not want to believe me that scrubbing was wrong. I gave her no more masks, they took a long time to make and were expensive.
Good enough is good enough
No, I don’t overreact or overclean. And I’m not dramatic.
It may be a fungus but is not always a simple easy thing to get rid of if you have a google. My immune system also isn’t good (I’ve been treating it for 2 months and it spread). I can’t get the drops without a prescription.
Plus other people’s laziness means I’ve had to deal with something shitty that’s not my responsibility. And now have to nag them about it. And risk conflict if I report the neglect.
The only difference between this and weaponized incompetence is that they don’t even care enough to do it consciously.
I am so tired of other people’s bullshit.
Train. 🥹
had a good sleep , getting better everyday 😊
I have no idea why it has taken so long 😟
Zero thanks to GrandPop who was sent to Malaysia where he may well have acquired his taste for children
I have a young pic of my grandpa but due to a strong family resemblance it’s a bit doxable. He was an Anzac. I saw his medals when I was 8 but don’t remember what they were for. I’m not sure of the exact historical details or whether there has been any stretching of the truth but I’m told he was sent in as ground troops in the weeks after Hiroshima, and the remaining radiation is why he was bald for the rest of his life.
I’m off to try out the new train line and do some quick shopping. Does anyone need anything? 🛍️
It’s been a funny past few days.
Today I saw a cute bunny rabbit running along beside the train.
yesterday a weirdo at the beach kind of ran ahead of me then behind a corner quickly took clothes off to sun bake nude. I averted eyes, looked away, walked the other direction. I am blessed he decided not to roll over.
The new train bridge was ok. Hardly any of the other works in the same project have finished. None of the roads, the second bridge, the parking.
The weather has been lovely and warm. Rain would be nice.
