So hello! If you've found this page, you may be here because I exist in your town. In your state. In your clubs or FB groups, or life in general. I enjoy things you might find odd. I believe things you might find issue with. I say things you might think inappropriate.
@whatdoyoudopods @CHofferCBus Yeaaah, I kind of hate how the term "AI", which used to be a great and evocative term with broad uses, is now probably forever lost to us thanks to this whole machine learning craze. :/
@doevember Miss you too!! And for clarity, I attached a screenshot of what the options area I'm talking about looks like. The box that's outlined near the bottom is the one that should stay *unchecked*, like I have it now.
Lmk if you still have problems after doing this!
@doevember You sure you're disabling it? Checking, as in clicking the box and putting the checkmark next to it, means *enabling* it. You want it to be unchecked.
Also, stop me if I'm being annoying. I don't know what you have or haven't tried, so I'm going down the list, so to speak. Lol
@doevember If you're sure you've applied this to all cells, go to File > Options > Data > And in the last category that says "Automatic Data Conversion" disable the third box down. "Keep first 15 digits of long numbers and display in scientific notation"
@doevember Change the cells' format from number to text. Ctrl+A > Ctrl+1 > Number tab > "Text"
This is especially useful if you need to go past 15 digits for the purpose of things like ID numbers, credit cards, or other arbitrary number strings that aren't required to be arithmatic.
Figured I'd make this an actual character.
...Starfinder though, I can't imagine a Helldivers OC surviving for longer than like 5 minutes.
#ttrpg#starfinder
So, I made a website again! All my social links and a condensed gallery of some of my recent stuff are there.
More importantly though is the commission page! I feel like I'm comfortable taking comms again if anyone's interested, starting with two slots.
https://t.co/90F4o3HJGB
It means that you see me-- all of me-- in the shape of a real person. But just like you, I exist in the real world. I have values and goals and skills that no one person will likely ever see in their entirety. You cannot know me with this one snapshot of who I am.
So hello! If you've found this page, you may be here because I exist in your town. In your state. In your clubs or FB groups, or life in general. I enjoy things you might find odd. I believe things you might find issue with. I say things you might think inappropriate.
Fuck off. Fuck the hell off. I spent the first half of my 20's being "smart" and the second half of it watching the world go by without me. Being unoffensive meant leaving no trace of myself in any space I existed, meant the void of my absence was smaller than my own silhouette.
I spent my energy and pinned my expectations on a persona that oozed "unoffensive" from every pore. To the point that I literally told my husband at the time that I missed social media being fun, sometimes. But y'know, it's better to be smart about it while I build up my career.
I was smart. My feeds were sterilized. My presentation to the world was there for other people to judge, just in case those people were ones who could give me jobs. Or give me follows. Or come at me years down the line with unearthed imperfections and use them to tear me down.
If someone looked for me and found this account, what would they see? What kind of throwaway comments or liked retweets could they sink me with? What is the worst possible light they could cast me in? Conventional wisdom is to be "smart" on social media. AKA: mask like hell.
Now that I'm starting to gain ability and employment back, I look back on all the lessons that I learned in the past 3-4 years, when even hope of partial recovery was painful to allow for myself. How do I choose to live what feels like a total reset of my life and future? [1/?]
When I was bedbound and struggled to even enjoy simple activities, I swore to myself that if I ever returned to existing in the public, I would never waste myself on living inauthentically. I was done with the hustle. I was done with separating my "personal" and "professional".