If you ever want to watch multiple streams on the same screen, you can use "Http://kadgar.net/live/[user]/[user]/..." where [user] is a streamer's name. It's an amazing thing.
I am a foamfighter. I play Belegarth. That is only tangentially important to the rest of this post. I had recently finished a new garb project that includes a skirt because I really wanted to make a skirt. I had a dream that I went into urgent care for some reason still in garb. There were other people in the parking lot in garb as well so dream-me is not feeling out of place (though awake me still wonders what tragedy befell that day's practice). I go in, and as I'm signing in I feel the back,of my skirt being lifted up. I turn around and the guy is obviously startled because I'm a dude. I put my hand in his chest and start yelling at him, "What the fuck's your problem? You think that's okay? Just no fucking shame you piece of shit this is why we can't make any social progress." As I'm yelling I realize my voice is coming out squeaky and kinda quiet like when I'm sick. This guy looks younger ...
I'm super-afraid of failing at things. Also super afraid of creating things and people not being at least indifferent to it (assuming that 'dislike' is the negative side and 'like' is positive, 'indifferent' is the zero-point on my mental continuum of interest). That said I'll probably never find success in life by creating things. I make shit for myself and don't show anyone and secretly hope that conversations come up where I can mention it to someone that has already expressed that they might like it. Hell the only reason I've been yammering here is because I figure in all the flotsam of the Web no one will really notice (though if I really feel good after I post I click the share button so the handful of people in my Google Circles get it popped up on the feed they probably forgot about). Anyway, I was thinking about this fantasy I have. I call it a fantasy because the only way I could bring myself to even attempt it would be if I was...
Another day more crap. or something. I guess it's possible for a day to pass without anything significant to gripe about, but if at any point you encounter what they call "The News" you'll have something to gripe about regardless of whether or not you really thought you were paying attention. It gets kind of frustrating being in the space in between "Computers have always been a thing" and "We wouldn't even be talking about Hilary's emails if we'd just go back to paper". At no point in my life (for the parts that I could've used one at least) was I without a computer. I used to joke that when I was born the afterbirth was an RF switch <vintagecomputing.com>. Despite that, I don't think I got on the internet for the first time until 1997, and then it was only occasional. I never used myspace, missed the Napster thing entirely, and I was making and using mixtapes until I bought my first MP3 player in 2003. Regardles...