I am now vibing…openly. Is this the answer to all my troubleshooting woes?? -Allēna #OpenVibe
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AT Protocol Adventures
So I got this nifty new app called Pinksky today because I was bored and frontstuck. It’s supposed to compete with Bluesky’s adjacent Instagram competitor app Flashes, and it’s also built on top of the same shit Bluesky is, the AT Protocol.
I tried to log in, but it wouldn't let me. So, in an attempt to troubleshoot the damned thing, I went to figure out wtf was wrong with my site configuration because I can't log into Bluesky's official app, either, but can log in via web just fine, so I figured it might be some kind of residual fuckup from when I tried to use Bridgyfed to sync my posts from the Fediverse with Bluesky and ended up joining Bluesky with vince.opensorceryy.co/ as my own domain via a series of extremely complicated fuckups I can't quite recall because I was so goddamned tired at the time.
So an entire odyssey later that threatened to cost me an arm, a leg, upwards of $30 a month for shit I don't want to use for a cloud server, and most likely my immortal soul somewhere in the fine print, I nuked the cloud server, and tried typing vince.opensorceryy.co/ in the "domain" field on Pinksky instead of vince.opensorceryy.co/ as I had it before. Miraculously, that fucking fixed it. I tried it on the official Bluesky app. That did not work. Wtf, Bluesky?
I’m here, I’m queer, I’m posting bullshit? What the fuck do you mean “check my internet connection?” I literally posted five minutes ago. I was troubleshooting shit thirty seconds ago VIA THE DAMN INTERNET. I call bullshit.
I hate technology. I need a rubber duck to scream at at this point.
At least this hellsite has been backed up in fucking triplicate.
-Allēna
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Today on suckerpunching our inner critic.
Your bitch applied for an artist residency to work on shit this summer.
Why?
Why not.
The worst they’ll do is turn me down.
At best? We get a stipend to work on cool shit like this here website and other things and we meet other artists and work with them.
Fuck it. Let’s ride.
The fucking kicker was the bio I wrote:
Ashley Halliwell (they/any) is a 27 year old neurodivergent, disabled, and chronically ill multidisciplinary artist. Their they/them is, in fact, plural, as they discovered in their teens that they were a DID system after surviving a massive stroke in infancy. The stroke cost them roughly an eighth of their brain, most of the use of their left hand, but in return, they got synesthesia, a foul mouth, a near photographic memory, a heaping dose of stubbornness, off the charts pattern recognition and intuition, and the ability to play instruments by ear. On top of that, they deal with AuDHD, CPTSD, an as of yet undiagnosed set of chronic illnesses, and even more genetic mutations. And that was only the second time they almost died.
They often joke that whatever god(s) made them made them sick because if they were abled, they’d be too powerful.
Much of their work is wry, chock full of dark humor, inspired by their life, and as bold and colorful as they are. They’re unafraid to fail their way forward, paint everything in vivid colors, and use the strongest language you’ve ever heard.
They’re a four time published author. They released their first poetry collection The Caesura and the Silence in 2016, followed by their second poetry collection To Dance with a Cyclone in 2019, their first play script Lavender and Scissors in 2020, and their third poetry collection Singing Molten Gold To The Morning in 2021.
They’ve also produced, engineered, released, and recorded 15 albums under the name Candy For Trees, the most recent being 2023’s Hardshell. Pretty impressive for having functional use of only 1.333 hands, right?
When they aren't sleeping or eating a galaxy's worth of food, they're trolling bigots on the Internet, telling stories about their roller-coaster of a life, or working on their current project, their chaos haven/online art collective in the making, Open Sorcery, which can be found at vince.opensorceryy.co/.We’ll see what happens. Results arrive shortly…
-Allēna
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A lovely unintended consequence of the shitty downstairs neighbor finally leaving..
We appear to be sleeping better over here now. I have no clue why we’re sleeping better since he won’t be out until the end of this month, but he does seem to be around much less, and when he is, he’s far quieter. So we sort of fully collapse when we’re here now for the first time in years. Hell yeah. -Allēna
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Allēna left this poem collecting dust in our notes app, and frankly I think it’s illegal to just leave it there.
So here y’all go. She can yell at me later, I don’t care. It’s worth it.
I eat, I sleep, I feel my grief deep
I want to cry, I want to scream
But there are times it seems
I can't remember how to speak anymore
One time I dreamt you stared at me
Slack jawed as I was carried
On broad shoulders through a revolving door
And I hate to say it but I think
That's the kindest I can recall
Your eyes ever beholding me
And I don't ever want more than
The simple vindication of your
silent cry matching mine
All those nights years before
You don't know me, you never did
I never wanted you to
You were more in love with the bathroom mirror image of me
Than who I really was at my core
But I go on, I mock you now
The jokes practically write themselves
You're snowed in while I fly free
Not yours, never yours, not even close -
Not anymore-unnamed notes app poem by Lēna, posted by me (Castor)
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You know, with Elon trying to be a “pro gamer” and all,
And with
ShitterTwitter’s rebrand as X,Can we start a petition to subtweet his ass every time he posts on there with the phrase “I’m pressing X to doubt”?
I’m exhausted, I’ll show myself out 🤣
-Allēna
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Alto Infused Seltzer: ✨Mystery Flavor ✨
Okay, so..
As an offering of goodwill in this hellscape trash fire, Zelda brought me a can of a THC infused seltzer beverage.
The aforementioned beverage comes from a local brewery called Eagle Park Brewing. The flavor? Mystery flavor. And boy, did that mystery deliver. The following is a detailed review of this Marvelous Mystery.
I cracked open the can and was immediately greeted by the smell of strawberry. I sipped it, and the mystery flavor did, in fact, appear to be strawberry.
The interesting thing about this THC beverage (and what sets it apart from others I’ve tried) is that I couldn’t taste the THC. Most infused beverages have a rather distinct aftertaste that would not be great for, say, mixing with sodas or syrups, but this one had a very minimal aftertaste. It was also not too sweet, but not too heavy on the seltzer flavor, either. The flavor reminded me of strawberry flavored beers I’ve tried in the past.
Also, there was a fair bit of THC in this drink (10mg THC, 15mg CBD). I would be lying to you if I said I wasn’t a mite elevated right now.
It was great on its own, but if you want to get creative and make a knockout nonalcoholic cocktail, I would pair this with club soda, some mint and orange syrups, and top it all off with an orange and fresh mint as a garnish.
Top notch work, Eagle Park. I’ll be high in the sky for the next while…
-Allēna
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Y’all, I bring glad tidings in this hell scape…
The world may be a dumpster fire, but our shitty downstairs neighbor is getting evicted after throwing a 45 minute plus rage fit at our property manager that I had the glorious pleasure of overhearing this day.
He’s out at the end of February 🎉
Cheers, everyone. Justice has been served at last.
-Allēna
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An Open Letter to Whoever Needs to Hear The Following:
If you claim something is “the natural order of things”, “how people were created”, what have you, yet it takes an entire culture of shame, self repression, and outright surveillance and policing to enforce that natural order, then maybe that “natural order” isn’t as natural as you think, is it?
Moreover, if the people who once believed in that “natural order”, who once shamed themselves, policed themselves and others, and repressed themselves stop repressing themselves and start deconditioning the decades of shame and control discover they feel better, maybe your so-called “natural order” and “way people were made” isn’t so natural after all, is it?
Apply the above wherever it applies.
Sincerely,
An Ex-Mormon Who Sees Through A LOT of The World’s Bullshit.
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Valentine’s Day Thoughts
In all honesty, I never really think about that holiday??
My sweet Danish partner reminded me it existed today and I told him that due to my time blindness I’m likely to find myself in a situation out of a sitcom where someone who has a crush on me invites me over or something, I have no fucking clue what day it is, everyone else gets extremely upset with me, and I just end up rolling with it and they confess their love for me with flowers and chocolate and I’m like “I’m so sorry… what year is it again” 😭
I’ve forgotten my own birthday before. I’m not fucking kidding. I tend to forget Valentine’s Day exists especially hard because I wasn’t exactly…. Desirable until well into adulthood, and even now it’s still a mindfuck to me that people want to date me at all? So wheee. AuDHD is a helluva thing.
-Allēna
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