I’ve always enjoyed grocery shopping.

There’s something cheerful about it. Perhaps my primitive Northern European instincts are saying, “Ah yes, a successful hunt. Now we are sure to survive the winter. ”

Or maybe I’m just greedy and like acquiring food. I dunno.

I tell you one thing : if I could afford it and had any place to put one, I would get a deep freeze so I can stock up on many tasty microwavable things and have those as a resource I can rely on.

I could totally imagine myself becoming a food hoarder that way, though. This pleasure I feel at the acquisition of foodstuffs could be quite addictive if I was free to get whatever I want whenever I want.

I could end up like one of those people that practically has an entire supermarket’s worth of food in their basement.

Today’s been mellow. Did Wound Care in the morning. My nurse was a tad brusque for my tastes, but not everyone can be ray of sunshine and she did a very good job.

She even dealt with these weird black patches on my left foot. They showed up recently. They were almost totally black (maybe a little dark blue as well) and I had one on the outside edge of my big toe and another between my second and third toe.

It looked quite bad, and I was worried that I had suffered from some kind of stroke in my foot and that had caused serious bruising.

But the patches didn’t hurt, which was a good sign. More or less.

Turned out that the black patches most likely came from a time when I stubbed my toe without feeling it, it bled a little, and that caused lint from my black socks to stick to the blood and thence to me.

There only seems to have been one casualty, name one toenail. The toenail for my second toe on that foot is just plain gone, man. No trace of it remains.

It will grow back. But still, it’s very weird to know that I can get injured badly enough to lose a toenail and bleed a bit and not feel it at all because there’s so little feeling left in my feet due to the diabetes and peripheral neuropathy.

I know big words!

I am going to have to do my best to be super careful with my feet, seeing as the body’s natural warning system, namely pain, is not working properly.

Being numb isn’t fun.

Speaking of my feet, my orthotic shoes have already flattened once more. So I have emailed Nikki, the nice British lady who is my orthotics person, with the news, and I am proud of that because my instinct would be to just let it slide.

But the one thing guaranteed to make me assertive is pain.

It also makes me cranky..

I told her about my theory that it’s my weak ankles that are causing the problem. I’m no expert, so that’s just my partially educated guess, though.

She’s the professional…. orthoticist?

Well Windows seems to think that’s a word. Which is a good sign,

For all I know, I just have a weird way of standing and walking that defies containment by mere shoes.

I know that I’ve been pondering getting out my ratty, worn out, beat up shoes and wearing those. I’d miss the arch support but they don’t twist my ankle out of joint.

And that’s a plus.

I imagine Julian and I will be making another pilgrimage to the G. F. Strong building at VGH soon. I hope this is a solvable problem.

More after the break.

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Bits and pieces

Just some random internet stuff.

Like this absolute gem of perfection :

I’m in awe of how well executed the premise is in this strip. And of course, as a gay furry, I could not love that ending more.

Saving the poor innocent dragon from an evil princess! Just imagine the heinous things she was probably making the poor thing do.

I know who I would rather have.

The knight. Duh.

Oh, and I love that I live in a world where something like this exists.

Here’s a pic for those who don’t like following links :

That, my dear friends, is a very frilly, very lacy, very classy plush vagina.

It would make a perfect gift for the sophisticated uptown lesbian on your shop, or it could be used as a talisman to ward off evil gay vampires.

And because this is an Etsy product, it is handmade, one of a kind, and you have your choice of colors for both the base AND the lace.

I’d kinda wanna do white lace over a black base but that would be so obvious.

Oh, and don’t you just love that photograph?

It’s so summery! Makes me imagine a very special ladies only garden party.

But I’m a hopeless romantic like that.

And I thought this was quite cute and informative :

I really need more aspects of music theory illustrated by disheveled cartoon cats.

Maybe then I could learn this shit.

I’ve thought of looking for some kind of free (or cheap) music theory teaching app or site. But I would need to get over my aversion to learning keys first.

They still make no sense to me. Why not put everything in C?

But I hate that when something doesn’t make sense to me, my brain grinds to a halt until I can figure it out.

I know damned well that some things won’t make sense at first and you have to learn more before you will understand said things, but I guess my brain is petulant and spoiled and just expects there to be people around to explain things to it.

It’s not like I think I am incapable of learning keys. I could learn them without too much problem. Sure, they are rote memorization, which I detest, but I really want to actually understand music on a lexical and not just an intuitive level.

I want to know what the fuck I am doing, basically. And what else I can do.

I mean, people like David Bennet (my crush) know how to make things more harmonically rich, or catchier, or how to match melody to bassline, and all these other magical formulae that I can’t believe are things that are known and understood.

My music making would be so much more structured and less haphazard if I only some some clue of WTF I am doing.

I will learn it somehow. Someday. This I swear.

I just have to get the fuck over myself first.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.