Haumea of the Outer Solar System
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One of the strangest objects in the outer Solar System has recently been found to have a ring.
Depression
Oct. 17th, 2017 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quantumcupcakesMental health is important but it's so widely misunderstood, and mental illness is so misrepresented. I know there have been campaigns recently about ending the stigma, about opening communication. And as Bob Hoskins would tell us - it's good to talk.
I have personal experience with a number of conditions, namely depression, schizo-affective disorder and ADHD. I am not an expert on any of these illnesses and nor will I ever claim to be. This is purely based on my own observations and interactions with the people in my life.
I have had depressive episodes in my life. I have been depressed, generally for a period of one to three months and I generally don't realize that's what the problem is until I'm out the other side. Based on my current feelings of the universe hating me and desperate need to keep Jack & Lucy safe, I am most likely in the midst of one of these episodes which is undoubtedly brought on by stress and major change in life.
I am fortunate. I am surrounded by those who are not as fortunate. I watch my girlfriend doing battle with her mind everyday; every single day for the last 8 years she gets up and fights. I am awed by her strength, by her will to survive, her will to live.
For most, depression is a chronic condition. It is something that you live with daily. There are times when it flares up and overwhelms you. And there are times when you're fairly functional. You can have depression and be happy at the same time. You can have depression and no one know it.
Depression isn't just being sad. Obviously, it encompasses that, but it includes so much more. Your body slows down while the brain monkeys get to work feeding you lies and pressing all the buttons that fill you with fear and sadness and loneliness and anxiety. Depression is a hole that gets darker the deeper you fall into it. It strangles your view of the world outside as well as your view of who you really are.
Don't expect people with depression to be able to reach out for help when it gets really bad. They can't.
Instead, it is our responsibility, our societal contract if you will, to be the ones to check in with those we love, to not let them skate by with "I'm fine" when you know they aren't. It doesn't have to be a lot of work. Just reach out, remind them of your love, that you care that they exist, that you are glad they are alive and in your life. Don't expect them to just get better, just get over it, move on, be happy, etc. It really isn't something they can control.
For most, there is no "reason" that they are depressed, other than their brain chemistry. So put down all the platitudes and inspiration quotes. Stop assuming that if you leave them alone for a few weeks, they'll be all better the next time you see them. Let go of the idea that all they need is a little sunshine or a walk in the woods or a day at the beach or a night out with friends. None of those things fix brain chemistry.
Do reach out to them, especially if their pattern of behaviour changes or they go radio silent unexpectedly. Don't judge how they look (many folks with depression can not do the simple tasks of showering, brushing hair, getting dressed, etc) or the shape of their house (if they can't clean themselves, they likely can't clean their house). Do come over and sit with them, yes, even in the mess. Talk to them and keep talking....TO them, not AT them. Get them talking, GENTLY. Make them a meal. Help them clean (don't do it for them, that will just reinforce what the brain monkeys are telling them about how worthless they are). Offer to take them to see a doctor. Offer to go get their meds refilled.
Above all, just check the judgemental ableist attitude at the door. And love. Love deeply, warmly and without condition.
I have personal experience with a number of conditions, namely depression, schizo-affective disorder and ADHD. I am not an expert on any of these illnesses and nor will I ever claim to be. This is purely based on my own observations and interactions with the people in my life.
I have had depressive episodes in my life. I have been depressed, generally for a period of one to three months and I generally don't realize that's what the problem is until I'm out the other side. Based on my current feelings of the universe hating me and desperate need to keep Jack & Lucy safe, I am most likely in the midst of one of these episodes which is undoubtedly brought on by stress and major change in life.
I am fortunate. I am surrounded by those who are not as fortunate. I watch my girlfriend doing battle with her mind everyday; every single day for the last 8 years she gets up and fights. I am awed by her strength, by her will to survive, her will to live.
For most, depression is a chronic condition. It is something that you live with daily. There are times when it flares up and overwhelms you. And there are times when you're fairly functional. You can have depression and be happy at the same time. You can have depression and no one know it.
Depression isn't just being sad. Obviously, it encompasses that, but it includes so much more. Your body slows down while the brain monkeys get to work feeding you lies and pressing all the buttons that fill you with fear and sadness and loneliness and anxiety. Depression is a hole that gets darker the deeper you fall into it. It strangles your view of the world outside as well as your view of who you really are.
Don't expect people with depression to be able to reach out for help when it gets really bad. They can't.
Instead, it is our responsibility, our societal contract if you will, to be the ones to check in with those we love, to not let them skate by with "I'm fine" when you know they aren't. It doesn't have to be a lot of work. Just reach out, remind them of your love, that you care that they exist, that you are glad they are alive and in your life. Don't expect them to just get better, just get over it, move on, be happy, etc. It really isn't something they can control.
For most, there is no "reason" that they are depressed, other than their brain chemistry. So put down all the platitudes and inspiration quotes. Stop assuming that if you leave them alone for a few weeks, they'll be all better the next time you see them. Let go of the idea that all they need is a little sunshine or a walk in the woods or a day at the beach or a night out with friends. None of those things fix brain chemistry.
Do reach out to them, especially if their pattern of behaviour changes or they go radio silent unexpectedly. Don't judge how they look (many folks with depression can not do the simple tasks of showering, brushing hair, getting dressed, etc) or the shape of their house (if they can't clean themselves, they likely can't clean their house). Do come over and sit with them, yes, even in the mess. Talk to them and keep talking....TO them, not AT them. Get them talking, GENTLY. Make them a meal. Help them clean (don't do it for them, that will just reinforce what the brain monkeys are telling them about how worthless they are). Offer to take them to see a doctor. Offer to go get their meds refilled.
Above all, just check the judgemental ableist attitude at the door. And love. Love deeply, warmly and without condition.
75 Shadowhunters Icons
Oct. 17th, 2017 01:44 pmalexia_drake posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
icons24 Magnus, 11 Alec, 7 Magnus & Alec, 6 Izzy
6 Jace, 11 Clary, 6 Jace & Clary, 4 Sebastian
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GW170817: A Spectacular Multiradiation
Oct. 17th, 2017 07:33 amapod_feed
Both gravitational and electromagnetic radiations have been detected in
Fresh Inkage
Oct. 16th, 2017 02:51 pmsitonmyinterfaceMy new TP tattoo! I loves it:)
The pic on the right shows the view in a mirror. Click for larger size.
The pic on the right shows the view in a mirror. Click for larger size.
A series of unfortuante events
Oct. 16th, 2017 06:45 pmquantumcupcakesIf I was a superstitous woman, I'd probably be starting to think that our move this summer, our new house and my new job were cursed. I'm not at all and I don't believe in that kind of thing but that's still not stopping me from half wanting to pack us back up to Bangor - the old house hasn't sold yet, so... it's theoretically feasible.
It feels like since I accepted this job, everything has gone wrong. I broke my leg, Lucy had a stay in hospital and now Jack's broken his wrist and suffered a concussion.
We were out walking the dogs yesterday morning, one of them pulled on the lead. Jack pulled back and his foot slipped on a wet leaf. He went down and automatically went to put his hand out to break his fall but it didn't work, he twisted on it and smacked his head on the ground hard enough to knock himself out. He spent yesterday and last night in hospital, I fell apart a little but I got to bring him home this afternoon. He's conked out on the couch next to me - it seems neither of us slept very well last night. I probably should have taken a sleeping pill when Lucy took one.
Logically, I know it has nothing to do with moving. That none of it has. Not even the hurricane blustering around us. We're not that important in the scheme of things. It's all just been some terrible luck.
Logically, I know that people slip over and land awkwardly all the time. I know that as the body ages, bones break more easily. I'm relieved that the hospital took the time to properly do obs on Jack and kept him in because he had a brain injury and he's not getting any younger. I've got him home, he's going to be ok. He is ok.
Logically, I know that Lucy has a number of chronic mental health conditions which lead to stays in hospital. This happens on a number of ocassions and moving is stressful no matter how much we tried to cushion the experience for her. We were half-expecting it to happen, although it doesn't make it any easier. It's part of her illness, one we all know.
Logically, I know I fell down the stairs because I was carrying too much, wasn't paying attention and having an argument heated discussion with a colleague. It's a recipe for disaster.
Logic, however, plays no part in my current status of hysterical woman wanting to wrap up her family and keep them safe.
It feels like since I accepted this job, everything has gone wrong. I broke my leg, Lucy had a stay in hospital and now Jack's broken his wrist and suffered a concussion.
We were out walking the dogs yesterday morning, one of them pulled on the lead. Jack pulled back and his foot slipped on a wet leaf. He went down and automatically went to put his hand out to break his fall but it didn't work, he twisted on it and smacked his head on the ground hard enough to knock himself out. He spent yesterday and last night in hospital, I fell apart a little but I got to bring him home this afternoon. He's conked out on the couch next to me - it seems neither of us slept very well last night. I probably should have taken a sleeping pill when Lucy took one.
Logically, I know it has nothing to do with moving. That none of it has. Not even the hurricane blustering around us. We're not that important in the scheme of things. It's all just been some terrible luck.
Logically, I know that people slip over and land awkwardly all the time. I know that as the body ages, bones break more easily. I'm relieved that the hospital took the time to properly do obs on Jack and kept him in because he had a brain injury and he's not getting any younger. I've got him home, he's going to be ok. He is ok.
Logically, I know that Lucy has a number of chronic mental health conditions which lead to stays in hospital. This happens on a number of ocassions and moving is stressful no matter how much we tried to cushion the experience for her. We were half-expecting it to happen, although it doesn't make it any easier. It's part of her illness, one we all know.
Logically, I know I fell down the stairs because I was carrying too much, wasn't paying attention and having a
Logic, however, plays no part in my current status of hysterical woman wanting to wrap up her family and keep them safe.
One of Those Days
Oct. 16th, 2017 03:48 pmhollymathBeen a strange, nerve-jangly sort of day.
I missed a lecture because there were no fucking buses for 40 minutes. I know I could've turned up late but I was all wound up by then, and I can catch up because the lectures and slides are recorded.
We got the orange sun around lunchtime, it's clear and sunny here now (though still with particles of dust in the air hurting my eyes) but it's gone down south where a million more people are tweeting about it, and a million freaked-out status updates on Facebook and bad-joke tweets haven't helped somehow. That we feel such a sense of impending doom at such a minor change in the quality of the light makes it easy to see why humans had to invent religion.
I didn't feel doomy but I was also pretty sure it was something to do with the hurricane, and the hurricane is because of climate change and that make terrified and so miserable. My anxious brain told me "One day we'll look back on these as the good old days, weather-wise," because my anxious brain hates me.
I slept awfully last night. Went to bed early, woke up after midnight and didnt get back to sleep until five in the morning.
Andrew emailed while I was out saying the washing machine is broken, he thinks he can fix it but I'll need to help. But when I got back home he's out, so I'm sitting here writing this instead. I hope the washing machine's okay, we can't afford it not to be. Don't know where he is, but I think he was going to buy food. And I thought of something on my way home that I wanted but I forgot to tell him to get.
The people next door are having building work done on their house, and the loud whine of the drills makes it hard to concentrate or relax.
I need a hug or a cry or a sleep or a vacation. But none of those things seem like they'd be enough really.
I missed a lecture because there were no fucking buses for 40 minutes. I know I could've turned up late but I was all wound up by then, and I can catch up because the lectures and slides are recorded.
We got the orange sun around lunchtime, it's clear and sunny here now (though still with particles of dust in the air hurting my eyes) but it's gone down south where a million more people are tweeting about it, and a million freaked-out status updates on Facebook and bad-joke tweets haven't helped somehow. That we feel such a sense of impending doom at such a minor change in the quality of the light makes it easy to see why humans had to invent religion.
I didn't feel doomy but I was also pretty sure it was something to do with the hurricane, and the hurricane is because of climate change and that make terrified and so miserable. My anxious brain told me "One day we'll look back on these as the good old days, weather-wise," because my anxious brain hates me.
I slept awfully last night. Went to bed early, woke up after midnight and didnt get back to sleep until five in the morning.
Andrew emailed while I was out saying the washing machine is broken, he thinks he can fix it but I'll need to help. But when I got back home he's out, so I'm sitting here writing this instead. I hope the washing machine's okay, we can't afford it not to be. Don't know where he is, but I think he was going to buy food. And I thought of something on my way home that I wanted but I forgot to tell him to get.
The people next door are having building work done on their house, and the loud whine of the drills makes it hard to concentrate or relax.
I need a hug or a cry or a sleep or a vacation. But none of those things seem like they'd be enough really.
hi
Oct. 15th, 2017 09:47 pmxoxomarina posting in addmeNAME: Marina
AGE: 2017 minus 1985
INTERESTS & HOBBIES: video games (old school stuff, like Super Nintendo, PlayStation, PlayStation 2, GameCube, Nintendo DS, even some newer stuff like Nintendo 3DS), anything Metroid, old school Final Fantasy (like before FF7), survival horror games (early Resident Evil, Haunting Ground), I'm obsessed with purses (Coach, Vera Bradley), animals (omfg I LOVE DOGS!), books (though I have too many in my possession that I've yet to read), mathematics!! (I love all the calculi), science, anything that is the color pink, purple, or electric blue (my favorite), credit/finances (I've been in banking for 7 years), college (if I were rich, I would go back to school in a heartbeat for the rest of my life because I love learning!), languages (I'm a native speaker of Spanish and briefly tried my hand at learning Mandarin Chinese), music (I have played piano for many decades. I can read and write music. I've composed music. More than anything, I love listening to modern music that I like and playing it on the piano by ear!)
Honestly, you can head on over to my profile and view my interests if you'd like a better idea.
LOOKING FOR: People who are active and who have been on DW for a long while now. Preferably over the age of 21, though I'm not terribly picky as long as you're over the age of 18.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Not interested in drug use of any kind. Listen, I go to a lot of raves and music festivals often because I like having fun like anyone else. But I do it mostly sober, 'cause honestly? Fuck drugs. I hate what it does to people. If you do it, cool, but it's definitely not my cup of tea. I'm also not particularly interested in reading about religion or politics. Or rather, I'll read about it passively to learn more about it, but don't come to me looking for a debate or argument. Don't try to recruit me or convince me any which way. I'm not about that. If you need to know, before adding me- I'm an irreligious Deist who is against organized religion but still believes in a god or higher power (and karma) as well as anything backed by SCIENCE. I'm a disgruntled millennial who hated Trump but didn't like Hillary, because I was definitely Feeling the Bern, and now I'm disappointed that I can't buy a house because of avocado toast, and yes Global Warming is fucking real. So now that that's out of the way, you can make your own decision on whether or not we'll butt heads or get along. But to be honest, I rarely discuss any politics or religion in my journal. Usually I write about work, friends, or other personal life events. I pretty much treat my journal like a personal diary. But be forewarned: I curse. A LOT. Because I'm honest, blunt, and passionate. To quote, "I do not spew profanities. I enunciate them clearly, like a fucking lady."
ALSO KNOWN AS: Well, I was on LiveJournal from 2002 until recently, but I hate them and won't accept their new ToS. So that's that. RIP LJ. I joined DreamWidth back in 2010 and never looked back! I'm very happy here with my friends, and look forward to meeting new ones!
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AGE: 2017 minus 1985
INTERESTS & HOBBIES: video games (old school stuff, like Super Nintendo, PlayStation, PlayStation 2, GameCube, Nintendo DS, even some newer stuff like Nintendo 3DS), anything Metroid, old school Final Fantasy (like before FF7), survival horror games (early Resident Evil, Haunting Ground), I'm obsessed with purses (Coach, Vera Bradley), animals (omfg I LOVE DOGS!), books (though I have too many in my possession that I've yet to read), mathematics!! (I love all the calculi), science, anything that is the color pink, purple, or electric blue (my favorite), credit/finances (I've been in banking for 7 years), college (if I were rich, I would go back to school in a heartbeat for the rest of my life because I love learning!), languages (I'm a native speaker of Spanish and briefly tried my hand at learning Mandarin Chinese), music (I have played piano for many decades. I can read and write music. I've composed music. More than anything, I love listening to modern music that I like and playing it on the piano by ear!)
Honestly, you can head on over to my profile and view my interests if you'd like a better idea.
LOOKING FOR: People who are active and who have been on DW for a long while now. Preferably over the age of 21, though I'm not terribly picky as long as you're over the age of 18.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Not interested in drug use of any kind. Listen, I go to a lot of raves and music festivals often because I like having fun like anyone else. But I do it mostly sober, 'cause honestly? Fuck drugs. I hate what it does to people. If you do it, cool, but it's definitely not my cup of tea. I'm also not particularly interested in reading about religion or politics. Or rather, I'll read about it passively to learn more about it, but don't come to me looking for a debate or argument. Don't try to recruit me or convince me any which way. I'm not about that. If you need to know, before adding me- I'm an irreligious Deist who is against organized religion but still believes in a god or higher power (and karma) as well as anything backed by SCIENCE. I'm a disgruntled millennial who hated Trump but didn't like Hillary, because I was definitely Feeling the Bern, and now I'm disappointed that I can't buy a house because of avocado toast, and yes Global Warming is fucking real. So now that that's out of the way, you can make your own decision on whether or not we'll butt heads or get along. But to be honest, I rarely discuss any politics or religion in my journal. Usually I write about work, friends, or other personal life events. I pretty much treat my journal like a personal diary. But be forewarned: I curse. A LOT. Because I'm honest, blunt, and passionate. To quote, "I do not spew profanities. I enunciate them clearly, like a fucking lady."
ALSO KNOWN AS: Well, I was on LiveJournal from 2002 until recently, but I hate them and won't accept their new ToS. So that's that. RIP LJ. I joined DreamWidth back in 2010 and never looked back! I'm very happy here with my friends, and look forward to meeting new ones!
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Size 12 is Not Fat by Meg Cabot
Oct. 15th, 2017 08:55 pmarchersangel posting in book_loveThis is one of those books that I went back-and-forth on even put to the list of books to rent from booklender.com, much less actually putting it in my "impending" books list at the site. I kind of regret it.
It feels like it's two different books. One is about a former teen pop star that got dropped from her label after wanting to sing her own, more serous, songs instead of the "bubblegum pop" stuff they wanted. Then her mom ran off to Argentina with her manager and all of her money. Followed by her finding her fiancee (in a boy band at the same label) cheating with the latest (20-something) pop sensation. Because she has no money she has to move in with her ex's brother (who's the black sheep of the family) & take a job as an assistant director at a college dorm.
The other is a murder mystery of the "cozy" kind. I prefer cozy mysteries (where they don't go into gory detail & are light on sex & violence) but this one was kind of "fluffy" except for a knock-down-drag-out fight at the end.
Also at times if felt like it was trying to be a third book about how being a size 12 is not fat & is the size of the average American woman, you know. And if you don't know, you should.
Over all I had a hard time getting though it & would've quit it, but I wanted to see who did it & why. Seriously doubt I will be reading the others in the series.
Planning is more fun than doing
Oct. 15th, 2017 10:03 pmmummimammaToday is the birthday of the Roman poet Virgil - Publius Vergilius Maro, and to celebrate the day, the British Museum put up a picture of a tablet with a line from the Aeneid (9.473) on their facebook page. Since the link provided by the BM was less than helpful in telling much about the tablet or the line, I had to do some digging myself. This lead me to the Vindolanda webpage, where they have many of the tablets found there in an online index.
And then I noticed that on the main Vindolanda page they had a note up that they would have openings for volunteer diggers at the excavation there this summer. For a fee of course. So then I of course started to think about how I could incorporate that in my summer holidays, because I'd love to do that. Two years ago, I hiked the Hadrian's wall which was a nice combination of several of my interests; hiking, Roman history and England. And getting to go deeper into the subject really appeals to me. they open for sign ups on November 1st, and I have until then to decide. Also figure out whether I'm in good enough shape.
I have a weak spot for the Vindolanda tablets, they are a wonderful way to catch a glimpse into the past, like the tablet BM linked, which is (probably) a writing exercise. There are also a couple of interesting letters I remember reading - or trying to read - for a Latin course once. But the line from virgil amde me think of a rune stick found in the excavations here in Bergen, which also has a line of Virgil: "Omnia vincit amor et nos cedamus amore"), but here in runes.
That led me unto a line of though of one of my many interest, namely grafitti, these little things that we write that is not really meant for posterity, but if they are conserved, they give us a wonderful glimpse into the daily life of people of the past. And the present for that sake, I enjoy reading bathroom grafitti. That made me wonder if there has been written a pop science book on grafitti though the ages. If not there should be, and then I started outlining it in my head. And then even better started to think about all the things I could read while researching, before - eh actually write the thing.
I haven't found a book about it, and definitely not in Norwegian. I'll put it on my to-write list. After that article about Breton. And the tu/vous-distinction in Norwegian. And everything else.
Because thinking about things is fun, doing them on the other hand...
And then I noticed that on the main Vindolanda page they had a note up that they would have openings for volunteer diggers at the excavation there this summer. For a fee of course. So then I of course started to think about how I could incorporate that in my summer holidays, because I'd love to do that. Two years ago, I hiked the Hadrian's wall which was a nice combination of several of my interests; hiking, Roman history and England. And getting to go deeper into the subject really appeals to me. they open for sign ups on November 1st, and I have until then to decide. Also figure out whether I'm in good enough shape.
I have a weak spot for the Vindolanda tablets, they are a wonderful way to catch a glimpse into the past, like the tablet BM linked, which is (probably) a writing exercise. There are also a couple of interesting letters I remember reading - or trying to read - for a Latin course once. But the line from virgil amde me think of a rune stick found in the excavations here in Bergen, which also has a line of Virgil: "Omnia vincit amor et nos cedamus amore"), but here in runes.
That led me unto a line of though of one of my many interest, namely grafitti, these little things that we write that is not really meant for posterity, but if they are conserved, they give us a wonderful glimpse into the daily life of people of the past. And the present for that sake, I enjoy reading bathroom grafitti. That made me wonder if there has been written a pop science book on grafitti though the ages. If not there should be, and then I started outlining it in my head. And then even better started to think about all the things I could read while researching, before - eh actually write the thing.
I haven't found a book about it, and definitely not in Norwegian. I'll put it on my to-write list. After that article about Breton. And the tu/vous-distinction in Norwegian. And everything else.
Because thinking about things is fun, doing them on the other hand...
Gearing up to attempt a better 9 weeks. Help?
Oct. 15th, 2017 02:48 amwe_protect_each_other posting in 2017revivalDid this a few months ago. Trying again. I have become a more active poster, but only by a bit. I have been rewatching things, adjusting to a new job, and so on, so it felt time to do it again.
Describe yourself in five sentences or less: I'm a long-time internet citizen with too many fannish interests to count. I'm a high school English teacher in my first year of teaching, so I'm constantly exhausted. My commute to work is so long that it's having an impact on my health. I'm 26 and employed but live with my parents and dogs. I'm sometimes too much of an open book online, but I'm an introvert.
Top 5 fandoms: Stargate SG-1. Avatar: The Last Airbender. Amorphous DC stuff including Young Justice, Wonder Woman, and Arrow nostalgia at the moment. Always Doctor Who. YouTube stuff?
I mostly post about: Screams into the void, be they about fandom thoughts that I have no other outlet for or things about my real life I don't want to directly put in anyone's lap. Also tons of Dear Author Letters because I have an exchange addiction.
I rarely post about: I don't actually post about politics and religion often, but I don't shy away from them either.
My three last posts were about: Two Dear Author Letters and one post about how terrified I am to return to work on Monday.
How often do you post?: A few times a month at least since I started making an effort, sometimes more with motivation.
How about commenting?: Every time I go through my reading page, I try to find at least one thing to comment on unless it's redundant. I don't always succeed, but I am a big proponent of reciprocity of interaction for fanworks and am a generally supportive person when I can be.
Describe yourself in five sentences or less: I'm a long-time internet citizen with too many fannish interests to count. I'm a high school English teacher in my first year of teaching, so I'm constantly exhausted. My commute to work is so long that it's having an impact on my health. I'm 26 and employed but live with my parents and dogs. I'm sometimes too much of an open book online, but I'm an introvert.
Top 5 fandoms: Stargate SG-1. Avatar: The Last Airbender. Amorphous DC stuff including Young Justice, Wonder Woman, and Arrow nostalgia at the moment. Always Doctor Who. YouTube stuff?
I mostly post about: Screams into the void, be they about fandom thoughts that I have no other outlet for or things about my real life I don't want to directly put in anyone's lap. Also tons of Dear Author Letters because I have an exchange addiction.
I rarely post about: I don't actually post about politics and religion often, but I don't shy away from them either.
My three last posts were about: Two Dear Author Letters and one post about how terrified I am to return to work on Monday.
How often do you post?: A few times a month at least since I started making an effort, sometimes more with motivation.
How about commenting?: Every time I go through my reading page, I try to find at least one thing to comment on unless it's redundant. I don't always succeed, but I am a big proponent of reciprocity of interaction for fanworks and am a generally supportive person when I can be.
