Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 12:31 pm
No post yesterday because I was in headless chicken mode.

A mercifully aggro-free if late night at Lambert House, both with the trans group and with crunching the numbers. Every once in a while, someone enters the same youth twice, and this causes problems for statistical reporting. B the volunteer manager and I do our best to fix it, but last night things still weren't quite square. Even if I'd wanted to stay until 0200 to fix things as I did in years past with Ken the director looking over my shoulder, that would have been a rotten thing to spring on B. He's responsible for closing up the "house". (Yes, we're still at St. Mark's carriage house, but only until June.)

I'm off call as of this morning. I shall celebrate this evening, one way or another.
Monday, January 5th, 2026 09:42 am

Stop using oil.

That’s it. That’s what to do.

Stop using oil. Stop using natural gas, too. Stop. The sooner you can stop, the better. Do what it takes. I don’t know what that is for any individual – for you – but do it.

I know it’s work. I’m not saying, “here’s the easy no impact thing you can do to feel better about yourself,” I’m saying “this is what you need to do if you want to actually do something,” and those are very different statements. It’s a lift, and it’s a heavy lift, but it’s what to do now.

Being work – being difficult – doesn’t change that it needs to happen. Stopping the Nazis in World War II was a heavy lift too. It was work, it was difficult, and it was very literally very very deadly. Millions of people died. Millions more got fucked up for life. Still needed to happen, just like this still needs to happen now. And both the deaths and the fuckery were going to happen anyway.

So stop using oil.

I started saying this literally decades ago, talking about US adventurism in the Middle East. For the money people – the ones who matter – it was then and is now about oil. You want the US out of the Middle East, do everything you can to stop oil consumption. Starve the beast, and eventually the beast will weaken and die. It’s not fast and it’s not easy and it’s not glamorous, but it’s what will work.

Sure, you can talk about the lunatic fundamentalists who want to start Armageddon and end the world to bring back Jesus – fuck, I hate that typing that out is relevant and important – but without the money people using them as muscle, they’re a bunch of flea-picking determinedly-ignorant dipshits feeling up snakes in strip-mall storefronts. Fuck ’em. The reality is that fossil fuel companies are ass-deep in fascism, and always have been, so:

Stop. Using. Oil.

Internalise that. The problem is oil and the people who extract, refine, and sell it. It’s also natural gas and coal and any other fossil fuel, but mostly, it’s the oil.

Stop using oil.

Hit those goddamn breaks, slow down, and then just. Fucking. Stop. Using. Oil.

Some of that’s easy, some of it’s not, and it’s not fast. Lots of people can tell you ways how, including me, but don’t get me wrong – I’m not a saint on this; our furnace is still natural gas. I want to fix that, and we’re actively stockpiling money to do so, but it’s going to take time. It just is. But we’re actually actively working towards it, and we have been for a while.

Not just at home, either. If things go right at the work I don’t talk about online – ever – we’ll be cutting fossil fuel consumption there by another 91% by late this summer.

Thanks to me.

It’s taken ages. We’ve already cut use by about 77%, thanks again – I stress – to my efforts. This new 91% cut will be 91% of what’s left over after all that. It’ll be a 98% cut from where we started, years ago.

If things go right – and there are supplier questions so it might not go right – we’ll be throwing that switch mid-year. For good. It’ll have been years of effort but we’ll have gone from over two thousand gallons of oil a year to

FUCKING ZERO

…with the remaining 2% being natural gas. (We have a path out of that, as well. But the oil comes first.)

There’s nothing unique about my position in this. My accomplishment can be repeated by others, I am just saying.

The end result of not using oil will be much better than what we have now. Some of the intermediate steps will be improvements, too. Some won’t. Some, people just won’t like. Surveys show Americans want to stop climate change but they also want to keep using gas forever and I’m fucking sorry, but that’s just not how reality works.

Until people internalise that they have to stop using oil, I don’t know how much anything else matters.

Step one is stop using oil. (And natural gas.)

It’s also step 10, step 30, step 3000.

You want to do something?

Stop. Using. Oil.

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Monday, January 5th, 2026 02:24 am

What I’m hearing – and hopefully it’s wrong, but it’s what I’m hearing – is that Republicans in Congress know that this is all a hellish dictatorial evil nightmare, but that even now, they won’t cross Trump. One or two will, but not many and not enough. I don’t know that it’s true, but maybe it is.

If you have Republican Representatives or Senator(s), it is your job TODAY to make them fear YOU more than they fear HIM.

This is some serious business last chance shit right here, okay?

Get on it. Good luck.

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Sunday, January 4th, 2026 11:33 am
Went to Caturday at the Mercury in my pink Alice in Wonderland costume because I'd received a gift of sparkly pink cat ears to go with them. Chatted with A&J. Met a future Burning Man campmate! And on my way out the door, fairly early because I have an errand to run with the Wendling in a few minutes, Suburban K**, whom I've dated a few times but not lately — she lives waaay out in the suburbs and yet somehow goes out on weeknights — said she wanted to get together again soon. I just might!



*Why must J be so attractive yet heterosexual? Why?
**I could have sworn I had a better moniker for her, but I can't find it.
Saturday, January 3rd, 2026 03:55 pm
It's my annual celebration of Remembering I Have A Blog! It's a far cry from the heady livejournal days where you could be assured of hearing my every passing thought or at least seeing all my blurry photos of flowers, but such are the times.

So, top of the mental list currently is my broken laundry machine. It's like 20 years old so I can't really even fault it, it was cheap to begin with, was in a rental unit with a landlord who didn't give a shit for a lot of that time, and honestly has earned its retirement. But predictable or not I sure don't have any money to replace it, so I'm doing the crowdfunding thing, because I really, really want clean socks and my nigerian prince is not returning my calls.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/dear-internet-please-do-my-laundry

In my wildest dreams I can get together enough money for a machine I can use by myself, which was not the case with the current one, but honestly I'll still be overjoyed if I can just get a new version of the Cheapest Thing In The Store, because again, clean socks. And towels. And not having to figure out how to take a full laundry hamper on the bus in a wheelchair to get to a laundromat. The two closest ones have big stairs at the entrance anyway, a hazard of living in New Westminster, which is not flat. But also sitting in a laundromat sounds like migraine hell. ANYWAY ANYWAY I don't know why I'm going on about why I want to be able to do laundry, like, you know why.

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But that's this weekend, and it's been a year! What's new?

- I moved! Not far, I ended up buying a place about five blocks from my old place. But it has TWO ELEVATORS and they are quite reliable so far. Also it's a single block from the skytrain, which is somehow like an order of magnitude more convenient than being four blocks from the skytrain. It's on a busy street so it's a bit noisier and the police seem to need to sit outside with strobe lights going every single night, but nothing blackout curtains and pretending the cars are the ocean can't deal with. It's smaller - a one-bedroom instead of two. Greg has the bedroom and I'm out in the living room, and the furniture arrangement sort of says "dollar store that won't pass a fire code inspection" but it works. Also hilariously my cousin lives here, and in the last year of living here I've run into him once. I mean I've seen him more than that because of family dinners, but I am amused by how living in the same building has not affected things at all.

- I have my new wheelchair! I kind of forgot that that was just this year, it feels like I've had it forever, and it's so, so good you guys. It eats hills for breakfast, the battery life is great, and it's so much faster. I still use my old chair for trips to Salt Spring to see pals, or rare occasions when a car trip is the only way to get somewhere, and when I do I realize how spoiled I am, because now the old chair feels soooo slow, and when I got it I remember finding the speed overwhelming a bit. Grateful for both of 'em and glad I got the foldy one first, both because I would never have convinced the ministry to pay for the better one without it, and because if this one develops any problems, I have a backup to use. Wheelchair repairs through the ministry notoriously take weeks in BC, so that's some big time peace of mind that I won't be stranded at home if I need to navigate that. It's weird to think that two years ago I _was_ stranded at home, basically all the time, except for a few excursions for medical appointments that would put me in bed in pain for days afterward. Wheelchair life is so, so much better.

- Greg just turned 15! He's 5'11" now and still as sweet and cuddly as he was as a toddler and still demands that I read him a bedtime story every night. (Which is a couple chapters of a grisly urban fantasy series usually. I would pretend that was an artifact of his age, but nah, he got grisly YA murder mysteries from Tamora Pierce when he was much younger, children are just bloodthirsty in general.) He is so thoughtful and conscientious and I'm so proud of the man he's growing up to be.

- My cats are still cats. Sammy is disturbed by the view from our new apartment; he can see birds now and he is NOT OKAY with the existence of birds. I'm not sure how this wasn't an issue at our old place, but now he keeps mewling disconsolately at them and looking at me like "Uh, fix this?" Ladybug is undismayed by anything, as usual, and spends her day getting me, any visitors, and any inanimate objects she can reach to pet her.

- I'm on a super-strict keto diet for my liver condition and annoyingly it's working really, really well. My lab numbers immediately dropped to 75% of their alarming height. I say annoying because now I have to keep doing it. I miss candy! I'm getting not bad at making keto bread in the breadmaker, though, so at least Cheez Whiz and pickle sandwiches are here to console me. Which is the weirdest health food ever, but hey, it works. Super strict = 20g of carbs a day or less, which would not actually be /that/ hard except I spend most of it on my daily 1/3 of a pudding cup to take my meds in. I've tried the no sugar added ones and they are just so much worse at disguising the taste of the bitter meds, so oh well. There is a lot of heavy cream and lunch meat in my life right now. Why eating a ton of fat is making my fatty liver improve I do not know, but I can't pretend to understand even a tenth of what livers get up to, and honestly I think that is true of most hepatologists as well. Livers: they are up to some SHIT.

- Recently enjoyed Wake Up Dead Man, and watching the two previous movies again. Rian Johnson is just so good at capturing up to the minute assholes, and Daniel Craig is SO GOOD as CSI KFC. I saw Sneakers for the first time this year, and immediately watched it again twice, dang, that was not oversold to me. Also I watched Pacific Rim about 25 times. Giant robot comfort food, what can I say.

- Steam tells me I spent most of my game time on Stardew Valley, again. Comfort food, again, ayup. I have, jeez, 8000 hours of playtime now? But the mod community is so active that it's really a new game every time, along with also being the same game every time. It's a pretty great combination. But anyhoo. Also really enjoyed Blue Prince, Balatro, and especially Dave the Diver, which I 100%ed and then immediately 100%ed again, like, back to back, I just loved it so hard. I'll probably 100% it again later this year when the new jungle expansion comes out. I can't remember if this year was when I started them or not, but also really enjoyed all of the Mosaic series by Mark Ffrench. It's a minesweeper-like puzzle at the core, but each section you solve unlocks some interesting little factoid, so it combines the addictiveness of minesweeper with the addictiveness of going down a wikipedia rabbithole. The tone of the games varies a LOT, from pleasantly benign and amusing (Proverbs) to really depressing (Mosaic Retrospective: 2024, which recaps events of the year and yikes what a year) to grisly (the latest, Mosaic of the Strange, which is an X-files homage) to educational (Mosaic of the Pharaohs,) just in the choice of the genre of factoids you get. I replayed Witcher 3, again, several times, but also this year tried out the Witcher 1 and 2, now that they have mac ports. Witcher 1 was a little painful to play, the interface is brutal, but it has the same voice actors and the same writers, so it was still very worthwhile, damn, they are good at this. Witcher 2 was very much like Witcher 3, just with the plot a little more on rails, and I really enjoyed playing it through twice to see both main pathways. I did some play-testing for the upcoming TR-49, which I highly recommend. You're manipulating reality on a fictional enigma-esque device from Bletchley park using leet-speak. So basically like all Inkle games, impossible to describe but very engrossing.

- Okay I'm running out of steam, I'll probably think of six other things to talk about as soon as I hit post and then forget to post them and see you next year? Or next week, maybe I'll pop on to brag about my new laundry set-up, because holy shit, in the time it took me to post this I'm half-way funded. WHAT THE HECK.

Ahem. If anyone needs me I'll be crying into a cheez whiz sandwich because people are very, very kind. <3
Saturday, January 3rd, 2026 09:25 am
Good: I got about eight hours of sleep last night.
Bad: It took twelve hours, 1930-2330 and then 0330-0730.
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Friday, January 2nd, 2026 12:49 pm

So I made lids for my Tide laundry detergent lids and since lids+lids=storage the tide lids are now containers (with lids) and people over on Mastodon are surprisingly into this so

I’ve uploaded the lid designs to thingiverse

enjoy lids4lids 😀

On a blue mat: three Tide laundry detergent measuring lids from empty bottles of Tide, two transparent blue and one just clear, and three 3D-printed lids, one screwed onto one of the Tide lids, making it a container. Two other lids are upside-down on the blue mat, showing the two designs, one with two nubs, one with a spiral screw-on attachment system.

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Friday, January 2nd, 2026 11:45 am
I should have known I was in trouble when, after going to bed at 0230, I woke up not much later than 0630. I did my usual morning things like bike to the supermarket, which was open by the time I got there.

But even after drinking a pot of tea, I crashed hard at about 1230. I thereby missed the annual day rave at the Monkey Loft, which I'd already bought a ticket for, plus C's mellow "Ow My Head" party. Even if I'd managed not to sleep, I got paged for on-call duties something like six times yesterday, mostly in the afternoon. There were no major disasters, thank Goddess, but there was a steady trickle of chores that couldn't wait.

I'm now feeling that the universe owes me some groove and/or fun. Hey, at least my house is clean because I wanted it to be ready for Dancer on New Year's Eve. And I'm stocked up on groceries. And my iron skillet is re-seasoned. And I've actually caught up on sleep.
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Thursday, January 1st, 2026 03:54 pm
Random:

The purple talking llama in the ad distracted me so much that I closed the tab after it finished its bit, forgetting I hadn't yet watched the video I'd meant to watch.
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Near sunset, airplane contrails glow orange in the sky.
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Aluminum foil slightly crumpled and pulled out flat again is so pretty. A landscape of silver.
Thursday, January 1st, 2026 08:36 am
Dancer & I had arranged to go to the Mercury last night, but then it got foggy, and I don't mean lightly. Said Dancer early yesterday evening, there were already three accidents on I-5 between her place and mine. Between poor conditions and motorized drunks, she really didn't wanna come up, and I didn't blame her.

I had a plan B, or so I thought: ravey goodness that was to be the last night at that venue. I had the mistaken and outdated impression that I could pay at the door. Nope. It sold out minutes after I heard from Dancer.

OK, so stag at the Merc it was. I poured myself into my 50th birthday outfit plus mask, only with more practical boots because I took transit*. I don't regret that decision.

A certain vile ex was there, but A spotted him recoiling from her and me at our usual table. It is to laugh. Temptress was there, but he wasn't sitting with her. That can only be a good thing.

Got to see Shiny G, who recently had a nasty breakup with Shiny H. I commended her for staying classy; she grasped the implications and raised her eyebrows. She does seem to be recovering nicely, though. I hope to see more of her in the future.

I do love seeing the Merc full of people dressed up more than usual. The eye candy was nun-approved, perhaps especially DJ JQ in brand new latex. Ahem.

Left shortly after midnight. Had reasonable transit mojo, especially considering the hour. Nommed cornbread I'd made.** Was in bed by 0230.

New Year's resolution: find a girlfriend who lives in the same county as I do. Freaks preferred, naturally.



*The (Metro) buses were free and advertised themselves as such. The (Sound Transit) trains were also apparently free, but there was no way to tell that, at least until you tapped your card on the reader. Bizarre.
**Betsutenjin, the ramen joint, was closed. I guess their management isn't completely evil.
Wednesday, December 31st, 2025 04:45 pm
On Sunday I saw red-tailed hawk (?) pin a pigeon to the ground about twenty feet right in front of me. I stood still for a few seconds as the hawk and I stared at each other. Even the pigeon looked at me. They were right next to the sidewalk, so I decided to walk in the street to keep a respectful distance.

It felt like an omen. I told Tacoma Girl, whose dad was a classicist. According to her, the Romans would have said it meant victory in battle. The Greeks, the death of a child. I like the Roman version better, so I'll take that one. Tacoma Girl, characteristically, reminded me that omens are bullpucky.

Besides, I'm not exactly looking for a battle. I would have made a terrible Roman. But if there's any moral here — and that's highly dubious — it's to choose your own omen, and do it consciously.

Mental note: I should check that spot for pigeon remains on my way to my New Year's Eve outing.
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Tuesday, December 30th, 2025 11:05 am
Ten years ago today my divorce was final. Naturally, I texted Ex:

SistaWendy: Happy tenth divorce-a-versary?
Ex: Back at you.
SW: ♥

If you find that can't have a good marriage with someone, a civilized divorce is the next best thing. Go us.

I might celebrate alone with pho, Chinese, or Korean; I need to hit the supermarket down the hill.
Monday, December 29th, 2025 02:53 pm
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Monday, December 29th, 2025 10:07 am
I have a little craft project I want to do, and I wanted to buy materials from a business that isn't gross, so I decided to ride my bike to Michael's in the Interbay neighborhood.

"Neighborhood" is a bit of a misnomer: the area has a whole lot of industrial, marine, and large retail businesses, plus a freight railyard and golf course. The residents of any of the nearby homes could credibly claim to live in Queen Anne to the east or Magnolia to the west; that's what I'd do if I were trying to sell such a place. If you live just north of Interbay, I'm pretty sure your place is a (house?)boat.

So you might expect that with a different kind of neighborhood comes a different kind of bike trail. Sure enough, once you get away from the ship canal there are tents, street art, a train carrying several 737 fuselages, a small unofficial skate park made from Jersey barriers, and a bunch of jogs and bends that aren't too well marked. There's even one section that's so narrow, and boxed in by two fences, that there are signs telling cyclists to dismount.

I ended up riding past the former site of the Wet Spot CSPC, now a storage facility. Sadness.

The ride is mostly lovely all the way from the ship canal to pier 91 on Elliott Bay, but I didn't want to go to Elliott Bay, remember? I wanted to go to a store whose access, like the others, is on Elliott Ave. That means riding your bike over the train tracks on one of two or three viaducts that were so not designed with bikes in mind. I'm glad it was Sunday morning and therefore traffic was light.

Stopped for groceries next to the canal. Cranked up the hill half a mile home. Uff da! But there was a vegan club sandwich at the end of it.
Sunday, December 28th, 2025 08:25 am
Took a ride share* last night to chez D, whose house was as I expected stuffed with first-rate baked goods, plus too many well-dressed people. It's only too many becasue D's house is about the same size as mine, and her parties routinely have at least twice as many people as have ever been in my place at once.

D and her friends can bake, boy howdy, and every horizontal surface had either quality baked goods, largely made by D, or a punch bowl accurately labeled "high octane".

Got to talk to Diminutive. She has a writing project afoot, for which I'll keep my antennae up. I asked her how she wasn't melting in that gorgeous black velvet confection she was wearing. "I'm always cold," she said. She does have the sort of build that loses heat well.

Queen J congratulated me on my impending surgery, and thanked me for Dr. D's name. I warned her that only my mother's death put him within my reach. She's had a hard time the last year and a half, but has gotten through it.

Cuties. Queerness unknown. Well, also known queers, but they're mainly taken.

It wasn't tremendously late when the heat finally got to me. Yes, me, the Florida girl. I was in bed by 2330. Je ne regrette rien.

Jealous of the hostess with the mostest, looking fabulous in '50s retro? Me? Not as much as you might think. I'm not about to take up baking, because in the words of my father, I'd just eat it.



*D only lives about two miles from my place, but it's really awkward to get to & from on a bus, involving either a monster hill, a long wait, or both. It also cooled of last night.
Saturday, December 27th, 2025 05:41 pm
The latex gang was to meet at Nectar for an eighties night, but I turned out to be a small gang: just yours truly, who lives just up the hill, plus the two organizers. Nevertheless, I had an excellent time. Well worth the time needed to wriggle into a latex LBD. And in a minor Christmas miracle, my son just happened to appear right behind me and gave me a ride down the hill. He was grocery shopping. Aw.

The music, etc.? Xtra cheezy. I loved it. Flashbacks to both my college dorm and my cross-country drive, boy howdy! There may have been... overindulgence. Indeed, the median age was somewhat older than the usual techno show, so things got rolling earlier and everyone seemed to be drinking more.

Tonight? A certain elder goth's annual Xmas party in Ballard, which if last year was any indication will have lethal quantities of excellent eats that contain sugar.
Friday, December 26th, 2025 08:45 am
I spent an awful lot of Christmas day asleep. That's probably a good sign that I needed to.

Put on my big, red, stretch velvet dress. Returned a DVD. Got cash. Got to the Mercury. Waited in the rain for the door to open. Got to see various peeps, including A (Foreshadowing!).

Then I got skeeved upon by a guy who claimed to know the artist of St. Rat and invited me over to the artist's place. I declined. He also claimed to be gay. Reader, that was totally not his vibe. He non-consensually touch me a few times.

In other words, this guy was the grossest tranny chaser I'd come across in years. Given the high percentage of trans women to be found at the Mercury, I suppose that was inevitable. A whispered in my ear, asking if I'd like a rescue. I nodded, and she walked me past the main bar.

A's main squeeze (Don't make me say "joyfriend"), who's AMAB non-binary and very much looks it is named J, not to be confused with J-the-lady, a pal of A's who happened not to be there last night. J-the-NB said that the aforementioned skeevy dude propositioned them. None of us got around to complaining fast enough, though, because a Merc staffer spotted the skeevy dude taking his belt off on the dance floor and immediately 86'd him. He whined all the way out the door. ¡Viva la Mercury!

On my way home I spotted DJ Wrain Havoc on her phone at the end of the alley. I waved as I walked by. She interrupted her call to say, "I heard what happened. Are you OK?"
I shrugged, "It happens." I'd encountered worse, but it had been a while.

Caught the last train home — it was an hour early because of Christmas, which I hadn't known — with two minutes to spare. Then waited only two minutes for the bus. A Christmas transit miracle.

Skeevy dude is close in age to yours truly. I sincerely hope that he learns not to be gross before he runs out of years. Someone ought to do some science on those fuckers. Where do they come from? Why are they like that? How can they stop being like that?
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Thursday, December 25th, 2025 10:15 am
You might think a Christmas party couldn't come as a surprise, but if so you don't know Funny Lady. With three hours' notice she texted friends to come to her place in Georgetown for a "brunch for dinner" Christmas party.

Sure enough, there were grits with Velveeta, a "mountain of bacon", homemade donuts & holes, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and mimosas. Funny Lady is more southern than I am, you see, and had the urge to fry a bunch of food.

Pity it's going to start raining before I have time to ride my bike across Lake Washington again.

Anyway, I had a lovely time, including seeing a certain troubled youth from Lambert House! She seemed to be in a much better mental state. It's a little surprising that she knows Funny Lady given her age, but then again, FL knows everybody.

Funny thing about Funny Lady: she gets anxious when I propose taking transit from her place to mine, and did even when that was a much shorter trip. She's even threatened to pay for a ride share for me. Jeez, I make transit trips like that and even longer ones at all hours pretty regularly. Mind you, if it's late enough I just want to go to bed, so I used Funny Lady as an excuse last night to get home faster. But I took the bus* to her house and in my heart I'm a good mass transit communist.



*The 5 to the 124. Ba da boom, ba da bing. I got to see how cool the few blocks around FL's house are.
Wednesday, December 24th, 2025 06:43 am
I went to the Blue Moon for some house music and got mid-20th century Christmas music & jazz instead. Yes, I like jazz and yes, Brit was running things, and yes, the local house heads started to show up shortly before I left around 2000. And why would I leave so early?

Because I got paged for work. I'm on call into the new year. I did manage to get home in half an hour, handle the stupid* situation, do stuff that I hope will make a recurrence less likely, and go to bed late.

Mayunn, I feel like I deserve a Christmas break at this point.

Oh: I stopped by Scarecrow Video for the first time in over fifteen years to rent "Sinners" on DVD. I now have an account there under my current name. What took me so long?



*Stupid because our service uses an vintage 2010 open source queueing system that sometimes makes jobs just disappear. Or get stuck. The fix has so far taken nine calendar months of one or two developers' efforts on average. The worst of it should get fixed early next month, and the whole thing should be done by spring. Le sigh.
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