Oh dear, you totally deserve hugs.
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh dear, virtual hugs and massive margaritas (or virtual booze of your choice) coming at you, sj. 'Cuz you more than deserve them.
It's funny that irked me so much, because I've lost a lot of my passion for the Disability Name Game, in favor of "Oh, God, let's just pick one." But people have a way of reminding you how these debates get started in the first place.
Yep. I've been getting into several of those on Twitter lately. I'm mostly on the side of "Abled people need to stop telling disabled people what words to use when talking about disability." Because that seems like something that should be obvious, but it appears that it really isn't.
Also, I am having the most frustrating email thread with my mother and aunt. We all did the DNA testing on ancestry.com (which, big surprise, told us that we're 100% European Jewish), and then I downloaded my data and uploaded it to GEDMatch, which is basically a site for statistics and biology geeks to play around with DNA data. I made a couple cool discoveries with it (like, I was able to isolate a portion of my X chromosome that I can say for certain I inherited from my maternal grandfather, and my sister inherited that same segment from our maternal grandmother), and I told my family about them. My mother and aunt want me to add their DNA to GEDMatch, too. Which, cool -- that'll give me more data to play with! But, anyway, in order for me to do that, they need to give me access to their information on ancestry.com, so that I can download it. This has now been five days of "Can you put my DNA on that website?" "Sure -- you just need to give me access on Ancestry first." "How do I do that?" "[instructions]" ... "Can you put my DNA on that website?" "You didn't give me access on Ancestry yet." "Oh. How do I do that?" I replied to one of my mother's emails with, "Ask Dad to help you give me access," since I know that he knows how to do it, but after five days of this, I still do not have access to either of their files, and they're still asking me if I can upload their data.
By the way, giving me access involves the very complicated procedure of: log in. Click "settings." Scroll down to the bottom of the page. There's a list of names there. Next to my name, click the arrow, and then click "manager."
Have I mentioned that my mother programmed computers that went to the moon? Because she did. She programmed computers that went to the moon. She just can't figure out how to click some buttons on a website.
Oy. My aunt emailed me to say that she'd given me access to her info. I checked ancestry.com. Where I used to be able to see her information but not download the raw DNA file, I now can't even see her information.
So close.
Thanks, I know she's just tired, and she is happily sleeping now. But it was a long day, and I'm exhausted.
Keto-for-seizures is always under doctor supervision and apples would not be involved, no matter how small. It really resembles keto-for-other-stuff not much at all. (Most people I know who do keto aren't, for example, actually constantly testing to make sure they are in true ketosis and are eating far more protein.)
My cousin-in-law's late daughter was on it. Also tube fed, poor wee thing.
I do have one friend doing keto for seizures, and it is under doctor supervision. Her intake is super restricted, but it works very well to prevent seizures.
But the friend who's worried about large apples is most definitely not doing for any reason other than she saw Friend #1 losing weight and decided she wanted to do it, too. Which is fine, she can do whatever she wants. But then I still roll my eyes over the concern trolling about the size of an apple, because it's not going to hurt her to eat a damn apple.
But, you know, if she's avoiding apples, it means more for me.
My mother is here today, and she took ltc, who is still in quite a mood, to school today. So, I'm catching up on emails and feedly on my shiny new Macbook Air!
I got another email from my aunt. She's been sending the invitations to her file to an email address that follows the same first initial + beginning of last name pattern that my father and sister use for their emails. Unfortunately, that's not my email address. Still haven't heard from my mom about it. (I told her to ask my dad for help, because I know that he knows how to do it.)
Having my parents DNA files uploaded will actually make a lot of things a lot easier, since then I'll be able to separate the people that I match with based on whether I match with them on my mom's side or my dad's side. (Also, based on the pattern of how my X chromosomes match with my sister's and a cousin's, I'm starting to suspect that I inherited one entire X chromosome from my mom, rather than her two Xes recombining into a new one like usual, and that's rare but not unheard of -- I saw 14% somewhere -- so I'm curious if I'm right, and I'd need her DNA to check that. If I am right, then it's the one from my grandfather that I inherited.)