I have an old Facebook account that I’ve lost the password to. I still have access to the email it’s associated with, but to reset the password (and subsequently delete the account) I’d have to prove my identity to Facebook. Which I can’t because I didn’t use my real name.

Now the account is oxidizing on Facebooks servers; I sometimes get “someone tried to log in to your account” emails and I’m like “go, take it, have fun!”.

Basically, if I can I delete old accounts, if I can’t… Well its not my servers that get cluttered with old shit.

The last time I got really fucking sick and had to stay off work for two weeks I played a lot of “Sticky Business”.

You design and sell stickers. Its cute, chill, wholesome, scratches my creative itch, and is just distracting enough for all the being-sick stuff going on, but not so complicated as to trigger a headache.

There are words I’ve only ever seen in writing and have no fucking clue how to pronounce.

Sometimes my partner and I disagree about the pronunciation of a word, only to eventually look it up and both be wrong.

Ends up as “skwiwwl” for me every time…

~/diy for my collection of knitting, crochet and sewing patterns and other assorted diy stuff

~/work duh.

~/tools for my collection of more or less useful small scripts

~/sync for my syncthing folders

~/data symlink to my data partition (most of the others are also symlinks to their location on data)

I don’t really have a convention for programming projects yet. They used to land inside of ~/diy or in ~/tools or just random folders on data. I’ve got a ~/code folder now, but its contents are a mess.

I love turtles (and tortoises, and terrapins) and this is a super cute rice! 💚🐢