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As mentioned (I think?), new spinal/pain care doctor is switching me from a steroid to not a steroid so I can have a big steroid in two weeks for a pain block. This is my first day making the switch and I am dizzy and loopy and not allowed to post on the internet until I’m more lucid. (Oops.) My queue is a mess, don’t know what’s on it. Might wake up and reblog a ton, might sleep all day, nobody knows.
Remember that wreck my mom was in two months ago, because another driver was rubbernecking a DIFFERENT wreck? For a minute she was afraid her arm had a hairline fracture as pain emerged over time, but x-rays have said she’s good. That said, yesterday the repair shop has finally pronounced her car totaled, insurance is about to stop covering a rental, and so she’s got to run out today and use what insurance is giving her for the old car to finance a “new” (used) car and my point is, I’m just sacked out with my dog hoping that I’m not having a reaction to this Very Different Non-Steroidal Medication. idk, telling people “I’m concerned about this” tends to cosmically inoculate me against it happening. Here we are.
Side note: Hello, new followers! It’s just chaos like this all the time honestly! In 2022, a shit ton of workers descended upon my street one day and dug up all our yards and broke the street’s water main and cut down somebody’s tree without even asking (they brought a crane) and flooded my basement with sewage and we had to gut all of it. Turns out it was a rogue internet provider that was cramming their fiber optic lines into the public easement part of everyone’s yards. Our city works rep told them “uh no you’re paying for the damage,” so within about a year, we were through repairs okay (Internet Provider fucked up the sewage pipes so bad that we had to get an entire new driveway by the time the plumbers were done digging under it). That is kind of the pattern: we get through crises okay, but it sure is a roller coaster to get there!!!, she said with wild-eyed laughter.
But then. Yesterday, my mom came home to discover our front yard marked up with spray paint and tiny flags. They had the logo of a rival provider. It Is Happening Again. So I’m just like. Please do not let me have a reaction to meloxicam while I’m home alone. I don’t need this right now. I don’t need this ever, I didn’t need a second herniated disc at all, but I don’t need this right now.
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thing ive been musing about thats too nuanced to actually discussed on here: the parallel of community headcanons of characters being transgender in one direction or another vs. the commonality of literary themes of masculinity and manhood as a curse, punishment or hardship vs. masculinity and manhood as a reward, blessing or accomplishment especially under the lense of a modern patriarchal society and the more specific filter of that kind of art as enjoyed by queer online countercultural groups especially fandoms. ultimately i think people dont put enough thought into this stuff so i will pivot my thought process to the socio-economic conditions of living in equestria and its desperate facimile of an inherently capitalist utopia and what that means for the lower class and disenfranchised in this fucking cartoon made for little girls
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Firstly, the answer! My understanding is that you should be using four wires for your typical Plain Old Telephone System set-up, though two can also happen. These wires are usually in a snug cable burrito except when they need to feed into jacks, so I'll also accept one wire as an answer. After all, I assume most of you aren't electrical engineers (and neither am I).
This clusterfuck has a grand total of thirteen unlabeled, uncolored wires. None of them are in cables. Several of them are exposed.
[A video ensues. The space is dark, cramped, and difficult to see clearly in. Someone is probably using a penlight in one hand to spotlight certain sections. The camera starts by panning over the first six wires, running parallel to a seventh screwed (with a literal, metal screw) into the plumbing beneath. Four of the wires continue on across the plumbing into the other side of the wall. The default text to speech function reads the caption in this part:
"This is sort of a normal POT System, though all of these should be colored and within a cable. I think the extra two are for auxiliary power, which makes no sense, since the phone line itself should be providing power."
The caption fades, and the camera continues on. The extra two wires are messily soldered into a mass of six other wires. The parallel seventh is once again screwed into the plumbing beneath the solder points. A lone tarountula leg stands within the warped mess, preserved by time and high voltage. The rest of the remains are nowhere to be found. The text to speech reads:
"I call this section the Cave of Origin, because if you enter it, you will meet god."
The camera pans across the melted mass soldered into the phone system, where it, too, disappears into the wall. The text to speech reads:
"I think this was, originally, a transformer. What it turned into after this idiot finished with it is fire."
The seventh, mystery wire never disappears at any point. It is screwed in at two end points, another time beneath the mess of solder, and once more beneath the ground wires, but never touches a single other wire. The text to speech reads:
"And this is Sin-Eater, because despite the fact that it can't possibly do anything, when I tried to unscrew it I crashed the Financial Aid office's landline until I put it back."
With that, the video ends.]
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