Weasel @wildweasel@computerfairi.es

https://netizen.club/~wildweasel/ - it's liiiiiiive! god I forgot how exciting it is to redesign a website, this was something I used to look forward to back in the early-aughts before corpos ruined it =P

Exclusive preview of an upcoming redesign of Golfshrine Online. This aims to make actual use of my web design knowledge, as well as clean it up a lot in terms of code, and make it much less of a pain to update. Also make it look more golfy.

character concept: person who is born on Leap Day, but rather than only becoming a year older on exactly their birthday, they age as normal, and an additional four years every Feb 29th. See, the _idea_ was that Mom would have the kid on Leap Day so they'd have four times the lifetime, which didn't really work for the expected reason, but Father Time already _has_ a way around that, so now, the kid ages 7 years for every 4, in big, inconvenient 4 year spurts.

And now they owe some years back.

Dad's been having fun building these nice wooden "barn quilts" in the garage. Keep telling him he should start taking commissions from the neighbors or something.

And sure, I have things I do enjoy working on in my personal life. Tinkering with my computers. Drawing. Writing. They don't feel like work - not because I always have fun with them, but because try as I might, I can't figure out how to get paid for them.

Whoever rolled my character sheet and put all my stat points into intelligence at the expense of charisma, I want to take the dice away from you.

It's why I would rally for any kind of universal basic income, or just generally better/easier access to welfare programs. Opponents of such programs would say things like "people just don't want to work." I'd say that's untrue, but at the same time, *I* don't want to work. I hate the idea of a nine-to-five. The regular paycheck was nice, but spending half my waking days separated from the parts of my life in which I thrive was not so nice. The absolute hell of working for The Man.

I think a lot about a post I read years ago, where OP talks about having seen a therapist somewhere in the EU - talks about their problems, concerns, et cetera, the therapist hangs on every word, and ultimately declares the diagnosis to be not clinical depression, but "a terminal lack of funding."

How very many problems could be solved in our lives, if only we were all just paid enough money to live them comfortably.

Hrghglrhglhhhlhrghhh. ​