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Cake day: February 14th, 2024

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  • My little buddy is mine. I won’t share his name because it’s rather unique, I mostly call him little buddy or gremlin.

    He’s a black shorthair cat. We got him as a rescue kitten and I loved him as soon as I saw this uglygoofy kitten run across his cage (over another cat) to get pets.

    The first two weeks we had him all he did was have diarrhea in the closet and scream, he was very underweight and looked like a bat. Once he got up to weight he’s been healthy and active since.

    He’s got a lot of personality and quirks. He follows me everywhere, he’s a total copilot cat. He’s very loud, he likes to sing the songs of his people. He loves playing and we have all sorts of dumb games (I play Air bud style soccer with him and he’s pretty good, and he really likes being chased into his cat tube or under the bed).

    He’s also an anxious cat, which I think resonates with me because I’m rather anxious. But he seems to know when I am and just lays with me and it’s very nice.

    He’s a very dumb cat, but weirdly easy to train. He responds to his name and a few commands or words, but he also gets lost easily and cries if he can’t find us in the house.

    He sleeps with me every night and doesn’t like when I don’t share bathroom time with him.








  • I’m mostly joking, but most of what I code lately is integrations and data tools where 90% of the thing is configuration and lining up different tools.

    It’s a lot of load data form yaml, build json, throw that into a tool and the build a report kind of glue. I’ll use pydantic and stuff where it makes sense, but I’ve been spending a lot of time lately between lua and python and javascript.

    I used to do more system and engineering stuff which actually required a lot of planning, but that’s just not what has paid the bills for me the last few years.








  • I’m sorry for your loss.

    I had a similar experience, my grandmother went through brain surgery when I was young and after had severe dimentia for the rest of her life. My memories of her are split into a before and after category and honestly it is really hard to comprehend how I felt when she passed, especially whe it was so hard to remember the “her” memories after so long. I loved her a lot.

    There’s no wrong way to feel, take your time and make sure you process things in your own way. And thank you for sharing, hopefully this community can help you with any support you need.