Sounds like you’ve got a lot of the past to let go of. Speaking as someone who dragged the past around like an anchor for far too long. Even if you were to go overseas, you can’t escape from you. I hope you can one day find a way to let go of it.

Negative experiences (shit job, shit family, shit friends, trauma, abuse, etc) will cause triggers to manifest naturally, it’s the brain ‘misfiring’ doing risk assessments and memory recollection, similar to the way ptsd works. Something in the world reminds you of that time, and your brain treats it like a new threat rather than a memory, even though it is just a memory.

You can run away across the seas, but you will still have your brain reacting to triggers.

It may help to recentre yourself by reminding yourself of what you have achieved, your goals, that you are not ‘there’ anymore. That you have come so far despite your past experiences, and fuck those times where you were in a hard place. You persevered and you are succeeding.

Sorry for the rant and possible lack of help this supplies 😬

I’ll listen to that on the way to work. I always forget that album.

Then what are you going to do? 🍿

fair to say you dont like sand?

I had a dream a few nights ago about going to Cairns and it was pretty much the same story

Morningggggg!!! I hope your day is as wonderful as you are!
Can I please have some cassowary thigh steaks with a side of popcorn please?

I know it’s an expensive import, but could I have some cobra chicken drumsticks and poutine, please chef?

Someone has eaten all the cassowary

Chef’s choice for breakfast this morning please.

Zee lingonberry pancakes

Any chance of a Phall today?

Mmmm waffles

OMG

I commented before and the jamwaffle looks delicious, but I don’t know how you managed to achieve the Donna Hay cookbook food porn photo. Amazing.

That looks soooooo good!

that all looks very delicious

Okay, I’ve rewritten this a few times now and idk what to focus on, so I’ll say that I have also looked at what they write in those places and it brings me such visceral fear and anger that I feel sick to my stomach.

Sure, some conservatives are reasonable normal humans, but that side of politics has been taken over by RW extremists, incels, and misogynists advocating for the legalisation of child marriage (let’s be honest, just little girls married to old men), the forced slavery of millions of women and AFABs, and the forced rape and impregnation of said women and AFABs. They believe they have the right to our bodies just because they are the “stronger sex”, whatever the fuck that means. They want to create Gilead in real life.

I’m tired of our stories being dismissed, I’m tired of the fight against sexism and misogyny that feels endless.

I don’t want kids and I won’t have them for many, many reasons, one of which is what kind of world is this for them? If I had a girl I’d be so utterly scared that I know I would end up like my mum was to me… And that’s no way to grow up, AND it didn’t protect me at all - just exacerbated my naivety. She may as well have put a neon yellow sign on my head that said VICTIM

Their utter disregard for the humanity of more than half the human race (women, bipocs, marginalised groups) scares me so much that I fear there is no hope for this world. It’s all crumbling apart, busting at its seams, that I feel so hopeless. Abusers want what they want, and if they all start working together… Idk, it’s scary to me.

I’ve been doing that too the past few months.

They sound ok at first, rational, then they get worse and worse as they reveal themselves and go down rabbit holes.

I read Doppelgänger by Naomi Klein earlier this year. She proposes that conspiracy theorist right-wingers feelings that the system has failed them has some merit, but that they’ve completely misunderstood who that is. It’s not vaccine scientists or diverse communities. It’s social media magnates, exploitative capitalism and corrupt politics. I guess when you’re full of prejudice you have to do lots of mental gymnastics to make your world view fit your bigotry.

I assume much of that stuff is angry AI from dodgy sources. Eg Russian troll farms.

apparently we are the only ape that will reject mouldy food, we also are not attracted to blue as food, blue is not food.

Do a salted caramel drizzle over white choc chip cookies?

I’m not surprised that it is mine 🫠

I thought we were past this as a country. 🫤 But there are always going to be extremist arseholes.

My first car was an 82 blue Corolla which was my husband’s first car handed down to me. I got my licence in it. It was like a ride on lawn mower with a good pioneer and speakers in it.

My car now is a 2006 Corolla. A much better ride on lawn mower but with air con, mp3 and 6 speaker surround sound.

My old 1972 VW Kombivan. Still miss him. Partner on many an adventure.

I hated my 92 Pintara with every fibre of my being.

1962 purple Beetle. Was my first car, and the independence it gave me! Many things I could fix on it myself, it was a great learning period of life. It was off the road for repairs more than it was on. My current car is a VF SS wagon. I love it and its one of my dream cars. I will keep it till I die, but I even have to take it to my mechanic to change a headlight globe!

My 2003 Honda civic. Never skips a beat. plan on using that until it carks it.

On the posh side the old man’s newish BMW 440i. So much tech in that thing a lot of it is useless, like choosing how loud you want the engine start noise to be, changing colour of the led strips, the auto motorised seatbelt, changing the screen to sport mode to see how many g’s you’re pulling, using the centre console button as a touch mouse for the sat nav. Impressive and fun but ridiculously pointless.

Red 1988 Corolla sedan, unglamorous and reliable. It was economical to run and never gave us any trouble. When I (amicably) split up with that ex he bought out my share (I needed the money and he needed the car). As his first “I’m single now so I might go on a trip” activity, he decided to go to Mallacoota and Gipsy Point and chill out. On the highway near Genoa Peak a wombat waddled out onto the road, he hit it and totalled the car and the wombat walked away! He was thankfully uninjured.

My 1st car was a brown 79 Gemini, which meant independence as there was no PT where I grew up. Sticking to a theme, 2nd car was an 83 Gemini. Both were great but they developed wiring problems, which seems to be a Holden thing.

Current car is an old commodore which will probably need replacing soonish. I love it, but it’s not economical to run and is starting to develop some issues. It’s a shame because I hate car shopping with a passion. Maybe if I hold onto it long enough it will become collectible and go up in value, lol.

My condolences. I’ve recently lost a beloved car too. I’ve had 2 favorites: A Liberty, and then an Impreza. Sold the impreza to due to family stuff and I miss it every day. But my WRX fund is at about 5% of its target goal and slowly growing.

*Removing as it was a rant

Is that not what he’s for?

Are you secretly my wife? This post sounds a lot like her 😂 She’s dropping our son off to uni at the moment and will probably claim her next freebie on the way home I reckon.

Here you go. These ones have no calories.

https://www.wikihow.com/Break-Down-Clay-Soil-Fast

first thing is using a fork to aerate

Could think about clay breaker.

Do you want to spread weeds? Because that’s how you spread weeds.

FIRST FIX YOUR DRAINAGE. This should be the 11th commandment of gardening. Aggie pipes, gravel drains, swales whatever.

Digging a hole will only drain a small part, any organics in the hole will just rot anaerobically (aka smelly). Top dressing will not change the presence or absence of oxygen. Holes gotta be connected to your drainage for this method to function. Clay is used to seal the base of dams etc for a reason - it’s waterproof.

That having been said, I’ve dealt with nasty clay in EBrunswick and turned it into a garden. First, the water’s gotta go somewhere, so decide on your drainage pattern. Remembering that water flows downhill, and that isn’t all going to be water. Draining/breaking up clay soil, there shalt be SILT. This is inescapable. So your drainage has to be capable of handling/filtering out silt. All the above cos clay IS silt that has settled in one spot due to being on a flood plain at one point or another in history.

Then using fork break up clay into largeish clumps that form rows pointing towards your drainage. I’m talking tennis to basketball sizes. You will be amazed at the amount of water released by this process. Sprinkle gypsum (clay breaker) thickly over the clumps. Leave for a couple of days. Then smash down the biggest clumps with a fork and sprinkle more gypsum. Level off the area a bit, without compacting it. Air & water gotta get in and out. Then cover with thick layer of mulch, autumn leaves, dead weeds, compost, straw, wood chips, worm castings, mushroom compost, sheep manure, reserved top soil - any organic matter you can get your hands on - even pine needles. This layer needs to be THICK. Leave for a few months. If your dogs like to dig, cover with chicken wire pegged down with tentpegs.

Turn over the area with fork after a few months to mix in the organics - the clay should have been reduced to quite small lumps by the above process, and there should be quite good vegetable matter incorporated. Water should either be being absorbed by the organics or running off into your drainage. Add more organics and mix in with fork. Ready to plant a couple of weeks after that.

Its a whole lotta work, but on the good side, once clay has been broken up, it’s incredibly fertile and you may not ever need to add fertilizer. Also retains water well so hose watering is reduced also.

as in IT wise? then yeah sounds like an early minute to me.