What would you like to see more of on here?
Would appreciate some feedback of any description so I can best cater to followers.

I’m at a work conference at the other end of the state this week.
I miss my family!

Thanks Anon, so do I. ❤

I’m in the next state helping my Father install Mum’s new kitchen.
He usually does these things himself, but well… he’s lost almost all use of his right hand. Doctors suspect Motor Neuron Disease. He’s waiting on all manner of test results.

I don’t even want to think about the remote possibility. He can’t go out like that. Fuck.

Had the day off yesterday as I’d accrued too many hours. Walked into a very flooded, dirt-caked work this morning.
Notified the real estate agents, cleaned up as much as I could.
Boss isn’t in until tomorrow. She’ll get a shock!

anonimotrans:

Does anyone know what’s the best way to destroy photo negatives (the photographic film)? I have to get rid of a bunch of childhood photos I don’t want to keep and that’s easy, but it turns out my mom has the negatives and there’s hundreds of them, so cutting them with scissors isn’t very practical. I don’t want to just throw them away intact. We’ve thought about burning them but we’d prefer an alternative. I’m looking it up and some people have asked online but the responses they get are mostly “why would you want to destroy the original”. So I’m asking here because I figured I’m probably not the only one wanting to permanently destroy photographs. I’m reading acetone or bleach can work, or boiling water (it would be great if that worked because it seems the most environmentally friendly option). Does anyone have experience with this?

Put them through an electric shredder?

Short answer: no.
Perhaps when I’ve known someone for a long time I sometimes want to be able to speak about my past in an uncensored way, but I never feel like I’m lying unless I actually have to lie (for saftey, to ensure non-disclosure etc.)

And when I do have to lie, it doesn’t bother me too much generally. My trans status is a medical condition to me, and random friends and colleagues don’t need to know my medical history.

K tripped over at school today and grazed his knee pretty severely.
The school called my Wife when it happened, because K is allergic to certain types of bandages, but he was fine about it all and happy to go play after it was sorted.

I get home from work and ask to see his knee, he proudly shows me a freaking huge graze covering almost his entire knee. The biggest one to date.

Tough bloke then proceeded to ride his bike home this afternoon and all he had to say about the whole ordeal was “When it happened, it hurt pretty bad but I didn’t even cry so it wasn’t too sore”.

That kid is growing up.

All these years I thought I just couldn’t hold a tune while singing.
Just sang a deep as hell song and I could keep in tune….light bulb moment.
Showers will now be infinitely more amusing.