Ætherperson, Architect, Engineer, Poet, Scholar, Pirate, Storyweaver
I've also been known as:
* The Flavel Fixer
* Captain Jak
* BOfH and PFY
* Pirate Ninja Samarai Nightclaw Shaman half-Ork Germanish Humanoid
* and occasionally, Todd, Ryu, or Beast.
https://assorted.tech <-- me_irl
I will fix your computer/phone/car/house/etc if you ask nicely.
poverty meta, injury by cop ramifications
We need shoes.
And an extension hose for our sewer line so we can shower.
And I'm avoiding collections calls from the medical bills induced by law enforcement last year.
The money is *there* in the account,
but the fear that if I spend it,
then I'll need it and not have it,
that's poverty panic.
that's resource panic.
that's late-stage capitalism pushing the boot against your neck, reminding us, you, everyone, that survival requires money.
freedom is a lie when money still rules.
poverty & needs meta, financial triage in late-stage capitalism
Made the buy.
Every fibre of me is second guessing the expense.
Someone else has, or something else was, a more-dire need, is the fear.
I've needed new shoes for over a year now.
My current pair, never meant to keep out cold or wet, were splitting and allow debris inside regularly.
My shoes are no longer safe to run in, and haven't been for rather a while.
I've put off buying new shoes for as long as possible, and yet, some part of me feels guilt and remorese at not finding a "better" use for the money.
Sometimes "better" is the enemy of the good.
The new shoes will feel good.
No more soggy feet on cold days.
Winter will be survivable in these, we think.
financial need, boosts appreciated
We are still $1,400 short of the full repair cost.
Especially boosting and sharing to other social media.
Someone out there has enough to cover our need, and every penny helps ensure our ongoing survival and R&D efforts.
Also updated the Ko-Fi with a bunch of trip pictures and more of the generator:
mh (+), poverty meta, injury by cop ramifications
There's $26.32 in my account.
I gave my partner half of my dinner.
We have cash for groceries on the weekend, and I get paid on the 5th.
The coil of poverty panic is strong in my gut.
I worry about money a *lot*.
We had a phone call with the lawyer today, and the outlook is...good.
We have a solid case, thanks to the video of the officers holding me down while one of them was punching me in the head, and the county police department is letting us present demands.
In theory, we could get compensation by the end of the year.
This feels good.
And I'm having difficulty not being suspicious of hope.
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