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Just, you know, for keeping track... (as of 2022)

I've got three grandchildren:

Eliza - 11 years old
Esmé - 9 years old
Rupert - 7 years old

And four great-nieces:

Jessica - 14 years old
Annabel - 11 years old
Elena - 8 years old
Madison - 4 years old

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My rules regarding on :

I have never, and will never post photos of any children on any form of social media, with one obvious exception!

See my avatar? That's me when I was much younger, and had slightly more hair.

That image, of _me_, is the only exception to my rules!

So when I talk about my grandchildren and great-nieces you're just going to have to use your imagination since no pictures, of them, will be forthcoming!:*

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This week I:

🛰️ spent ages talking to journalists about the DART Mission, only for them to either not credit me or call my boss and quote him instead.

🏆 won a competition round and placed in another to now become an Australian representative at a large International competition, but got no press about it.

📡 was scrubbed from or not mentioned in all media releases about a huge grant project I spearheaded at work that is based almost entirely on my labour.

Most weeks it doesn’t get to me, but sometimes it is pretty depressingly thankless to be a young woman in academia.

Please boost to show your appreciation for mushroom soup.

October is Blindness Awareness Month, AMA! Fun facts to start:

93% of people with sight loss have some level of sight, even if it's just telling the difference between light and dark.

Braille users are pretty rare (I've heard different percentages but all in single digits) so don't think slapping Braille on everything means you're done with accessibility.

We tend to be very poor. 75% of working-age blind people in the UK don't have jobs. People think being blind means we can't do most things.

Black single mother facing homelessness sleeping in my car with my 1yr old son , hoping to raise $989 to get a room for the month.

Cash App $Leahleo1
Venmo @ leahleo

Took a short break from fiction, having read one sci fi novel, since the fantasy series.

Just read 's autobiography, 'And Away...'

Now that _was_ a good read (:*

(please boost) asking for money help 

hello! i need $80 to order groceries and $60 for medical weed ($140 total)

i have to work from home because i have asthma and catching covid is a major health risk for me. i'm job searching, feel free to hit me up with info

paypal: paypal.me/v33b33

cashapp: cash.app/$vantablack420

venmo: venmo.com/vantablack420

liberapay: liberapay.com/v4nt4bl4ck

thank you for everything 🖤

#MutualAid #MutualAidRequest #TransCrowdFund

If someone in Truss’ cabinet isn’t planning to do a Section 28 but for information about being trans I will eat my hat.

the Chip'n Dale reboot is a new low in evil for Disney 

Someone wrote a criticism of this movie, but they wrote in a spoken language register that people had trouble following. I won't link to it because I'm against shaming people for their use of language, but I've summarised it below because it's kind of fascinating how terrible and low this thing gets:

* The premise of the movie is to treat cartoon characters as if they existed in our world alongside human beings. Moreover, cartoon shows are film-like productions, in which the cartoon entities work as paid actors.

* This is a fun premise and kind of underexplored since its exemplar *Who Framed Roger Rabbit*, something acknowledge with a Roger cameo.

* Sadly, the new Chip'n Dale turns out to be a pro-copyright propaganda piece.

* The villain is Disney's Peter Pan cartoon character from 1953. Cartoons in this world age, and this Peter Pan grew embittered for not being offered jobs at Disney after his child star period. He's not a figure meant to draw empathy; he looks like a creepy old dude, unshaven and unfit, moved by petty revenge. And his revenge is a sex-traffick-coded profiteering operation, complete with mafia henchmen, where he kidnaps helpless Disney cartoons, alters their bodies with horrific cartoon surgeries, and ships their deformed bodies overseas to work for life as bootlegs. Somehow Sweet Pete is greedy and cruel, and he's using this ring to rake in huge profits; i.e. his motivation is not just getting back at Disney, but also the profit motive.

* In other words, the villain is a pirate, and piracy is defined as forcing a character out of their proper home where they are happy and free (=Disney ownership) and abusing them horrifically (=making independent stuff with Disney propriety). Pirates do that for profit, so they're no different than corporations; the only difference is that Disney does it legitimately, and pirates abusively. Plus people somehow have this seeping hatred of Disney and even if there was bad stuff in the past, this anticorporate grudge makes them become villains.

* This would already be bad enough, but it gets worse. In real life, the actor for Peter Pan, Bobby Driscoll, died at 31 after a meteoric career as a child actor followed by the typical Disney worker exploitation. Walt Disney prized the young boy, calling him "a living embodiment of his own youth"; after *Peter Pan*, though, he started saying that the boy actor, at that age, was now more fit to perform young bullies, rather than likeable protagonists. Two weeks after the highly successful theatrical release, the company cancelled his two-years contract; soon after he's fired over… having acne. This starts a spiral of unemployment and drug abuse that ends with his early death.

* To use this real-world story of Disney child actor abuse as the poster villain for why piracy is bad is particularly abhorrent.

I haven't watched the movie (and won't), but judging from online plot summaries, it seems that the movie also features extreme levels of copaganda, even for Disney standards. There are two main cops; the corrupt police chief who is into the scheme, and the young idealist good cop, who is human, and a Black woman no less. Good progressive cop is a Chip'n Dale fan who helps the heroes nab the bad guys, uncovers the rotten apple cop, and personally defeats and arrests the isolated case, thus making police good again. After the final battle the day is saved by Sonic bringing in… the FBI. And in one plot point, Chip and Dale are able to discover the horrible cartoon trafficking ring by tracing evil Peter Pan's movements via… *his fitness tracker*. Once again the day is saved by the government and paramilitary repression apparatuses covertly accessing private data but like, in a good way, it's ok because it's to catch an evil criminal, i.e. someone trying to damage Disney, Inc.

Honestly the level of propaganda in this thing puts it right up there with Los 3 Caballeros and early Scrooge comics as being so blatant and evil as to be…

cartoonish. (curtsey to the audience self-satisfiedly)

I would like to find more deafies on the Fediverse. Anybody know of any besides me?

Turns out it decided to notify me that the devices have been backed-up already, hours ago.

They were on charge at the time. What a surprise. Bloody

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Well, that's odd, I thought the thing insisted on being on-charge for two hours and idle before it would start on a device. Yet both my tablet and phone, neither of which are charging, have decided now is the time to run backups.

Mutual aid request 

I think my car is fucked. It was on its last legs and I was just trying to coax it along til I could get some money from the new job to replace it. Now it's decided that shifting into reverse isn't necessary. I need some breathing room to figure out the logistics of making it through to the point where I can start earning. I'm hoping for $500. Anything helps, especially boosts.

paypal.me/rwcarlisle
Venmo: @robertwcarlisle
Cashapp: $rwcarlisle

#mutualaid

Well, ntfy works as well as the unified push variant of whatever the other suggested extra app did.

I.e. it apparently doesn't, work.

So it looks like I'm sticking with the Mastodon app in-background for notifications,and turning off push notifications in the new fedilab.

In case you are considering to buy a new #Dymo #label #printer: don't.

"Dymo’s latest generation of desktop label printers use #RFID chips to authenticate the labels that Dymo’s customers put in their printers."

eff.org/deeplinks/2022/02/wors

Please don't preorder/buy a digital edition of the live coding book coming out at the end of Nov on MIT press. It's open access and will be freely available as mobi, epub and pdf. They're also selling digital editions separately (despite us paying an open access subvention with public funds).
The ebooks will be free to download, edit and share under a CC-BY-SA license on their website, but hidden under the 'resources' tab. We're discussing how to make this clearer..

Just a question that struck me...

Why is he called King Charles?:*

He looks nothing like a spaniel!:*

Oh, wait, it's the ears isn't it‽;*

**September 24:**
Rumors about border closing in the nearest time were getting unbearable, @oss and me canceled all our plans about escaping safely in October to go the most obvious and mainstream plan: Vladikavkaz -> Verkhnii Lars -> Tbilisi
through land border control checkpoint.
**Spoilers: mainstream options are always the worst, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT SOONER.**

We panicked and bought the last remaining tickets to the Vladikavkaz on the evening of 26th, in two days from there!! fucking hell

**September 26:**
**18:35; 57km to the border.**
We landed in Vladikavkaz and caught a taxi driver asap, someone from the natives, he immediately suggested to drive us to the first traffic police point on the way to the great escape. The town is quite small but even so the traffic was quite overloaded. Guess why :')

**19:30; 27km to the border.**
We started walking on our own until we reached the first group of locals selling seats in cars to the beginning of the insane traffic jam on the border (it was about 18km long at that time), we bought 2 ofc, it's not like we had time to walk all the way.

**20:10; 18km to the border.**
The beginning of the traffic jam. A lot of locals were selling secondhand bicycles. We met a guy walking alone and he looked like a programmer. Yes, turned out he was a programmer. We decided to group up and walk together. The spirit was high, we joked around and talked about stuff, were walking mildly, not in hurry. The jam was dead locked. Machines seemed to move 1 place per 30 minutes. Poor drivers... they had to stay like that for days, almost a whole week. Just imagine the absurd of the situation.

**22:00; 9.8km to the border.**
We reached Chmi and the first inspection point. Some cops asked for passports to identify illegal or 'extremist' people. Also they were intimidating people. Like "haaa you running away too, fucking scumbags, weaklings. what would you do if we drafted you all right now? you want that? pissed your pants kids?" Guess they are just bored so they let off steam on tired and scared people like us. Disgusting. They said a lot of horrible things but in the end they let us go. The third guy was forced to bribe the official to get his passport back. Literally. It's as bad there right now. The mood immediately got dark and we decided to hurry and do the marching throw to the border to at least get to there at midnight.

**September 27**
**00:30; Ru-border control checkpoint**
Verkhnii Lars. We couldn't feel our legs, our whole bodies hurt from feet to shoulders and neck. The scenery was infernal. Crowds, thousands of people, cars, police sirens, the atmosphere screams in panic. Locals suggested to drive you to the border control in the line for 100k rubles per one person. Some suggested that for 200k. The more desperate the situation the higher the prices. People agreed and still do as I am typing it. We decided to get in the line of 'walkers', people trying to cross the border without wheels.

**04:30**
We realized we were not to make it alive. The line was about 900m long at that moment, we moved in only like, 1/6 of it. We were cold, we were super tired both mentally and physically, in the middle of nowhere surrounded by crowds of people in despair and fear. I decided that losing some money is acceptable to end this hell sooner. I started to knock in car windows close to the border control and ask whether they had a place for 3 almost dead bodies with semi-light luggage.

**05:00**
Found. A man and woman agreed to escort us through all border controls and deliver to Tblisi for 30k (per person ofc), it was incompatibly smaller, so we agreed. And we were almost to able to even simply stand and we started to freeze. A good deal.

**08:30; Ru passport control**
The car line was moving faster than the 'walkers' line. Made it in 3 hours! There we were at the most critical point. At that moment any of us could easily get actual draft invitation and get forbid from leaving the country at all due to military service requirements. Gotta admit I thought I was gonna die from panic. Imagine going so far to get DRAFTED in the very end (spoiler, it was not the very end).

**09:00**
A lot of intimidation, humiliation and mocking, again. "Do you know that running away from the country is such times is betrayal?! Do you know we could get you in jail for that?! Have you thought about that? have you thought about your family?!" etc etc. They let everyone go nevertheless, no matter what. It's just to cast on you even more despair after all these hours in the line. They know people are tired. They know they the people had to walk for hours and then stand in the line on cold in mountains for a dozen of hours to get there. And they fucking enjoyed it. Pieces of shit, I am sorry, but I let myself be emotional here. But I am kinda grateful, because it's the **hatred** for these people was the thing that kept us on in the first place. **Hatred** is the will to live. Remember that.

**09:30; Neutral zone from Russia to Georgia**
We immediately stuck in a jam. Nerves were going insane, I wanted to sleep but couldn't because the previous passport control section got on me deep and I couldn't stop panicking even though the Russia was far behind. @oss managed to finally take a nap in the car, I was just sitting there, playing the events over and over in my head. Also the image of thousands of cold and as scared people behind, piling on and on in the 900m line to the border control we just passed... check out the pic of the night line. sorry for bad quality it's midnight and my camera is shit

**10:00**
Took the first and the last nap during the whole trip, just for about 40 minutes. Talked a lot with the people escorting us. Even though they took quite a lot of money from us (though in comparison to what was happening on the border it was almost nothing), the turned out to be a lot nicer as people, they shared breakfast and snacks with us and it was nice to chat about this and that. It's not like we had a lot to do in the jam. The atmosphere outside was scary. People were nervous after spending a week in the jam from Vladikavkaz, a lot of arguing, shouting... fights. But hey, the mounstains were hella beautiful!!! check out the pics

**!!!16:30!!!**
The end of neutral zone jam. The beginning of another 'walkers' line. 5 times bigger than the previous one. You can't imagine how many people were there, you CAN'T IMAGINE. It was about a whole kilometer in length and about 20-to-40 people in width. But overall it was chaos. People were awake on their legs for 2 and more days, it's... just horrid. And there they were to stay another day in that line. Literally another whole fucking day. No way you could get past a thousands people line to passport border control in less that 20 hours (optimistically). At least there they were receiving basic humanitarian help like water and stuff. Check out the day line pic. It's 1/10 of the whole amount of people

**17:00; Georgia passport control**
They didn't ask anything at all: they silently give practically anyone a stamp and let you in the country.

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I am sure for all these thousands and thousands and THOUSANDS of people the Verkhnii Lars became one of the most horrid memories, I am sure a lot of them spent at 2 whole days on their legs, waiting for the infinite lines to passport controls on mountain cold. Jesus fucking christ.

Anyway, I just thought it's a story to tell you guys, you decide what you gotta feel about it.

Thank you.

One last thought...

The back story reminded me of Oryx and Crake by Margaret Attwood, though having re-acquainted myself with the plot of that, I'm no longer sure why.

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