Pov it’s the early 2010s and you’ve just finished swimming and are now sitting on the bench in the family changing room, drinking white mehukatti out of a squishy plastic waterbottle while En haluu kuolla tänä yönä by Jenni Vartiainen plays from the intercom. You’ll eat a icecream boat after you wash and get dressed. Life is good.
Yeah yeah amazon is evil and all that but man when I need something oddly specific like a charging block for a over a decade old camera it does come in handy
Got a bunch of pro-bono stuff this summer and it’d be such great ”hey I do stuff for the common good because it’s fun” -material to use when looking for work, except for the fact that it’s hobbyhorse stuff.
Because being a part of making the biggest event of this sport and hobby in the world, probably the biggest of it’s kind too means nothing because stickhorse is cringey or something.
We’ve got two community coding projects where I’ve taken the lead role in the technical stuff, figuring out how to make dreams and suggestions into reality, but that too, is irrelevant because it’s hobbyhorse-related.
Like I’m not saying that employers should join in or bow to the almighty hobbyhorse people, but I did wish that they’d focus on the ”actively contributing to a community they’re a part of” -bit and not the plush horse heads on sticks.
I am mad about cellphone cameras hiding the processing they do, and I am glad about software that lets me control it and opt in and out, and I dictated this rant on insta so I am resharing the images here and will attempt to turn this into a useful text post on my blog in future, when my hand is working better 🤘👍