While it’s been something that was obvious to me for for a very long time, it was only a month ago I was officially diagnosed with ADHD by an actual psychiatrist. Now that my diagnosis has been validated and impostor syndrome is a thing of the past, I am finally going to start talking about how it’s been living with ADHD.
When I left home on a slightly chilly Saturday morning, my only plan was “go for a walk somewhere” and I knew in the absence of any sudden inspiration, I was going to head in a Lerderderg-ish direction, mainly because in my head I love saying “Lerderderg” as if I’m the Swedish Chef. I did … [Read more …]
The first thing I had to do with my pre-loved RAV4 was fix the sunroof, which leaked. The first step was to undo someone’s previous attempt at fixing it. A previous owner, faced with water coming in, had decided the best approach was to pour silicone sealant over every inch of the sunroof area, caking the whole thing in place
For some time now, and as documented on the blog here and there, I’ve been ticking off visiting some of the Extreme Points of Australia whenever an opportunity presented itself. I’ve also been accumulating long service leave at my current job for over a decade now, and I’m putting these things together starting in a … [Read more …]
Last year, I hastily assembled a basic wicking bed in my garden, mostly using scraps of stuff I already had lying about. This time I took what I’d learned and tried to do a good job.
One thing I know about myself at this point is that I only ever really learn anything by trying it and fucking up a few times. For me then, it’s best to keep the stakes really damn low the first few times so that starting over later isn’t a big deal. With that in mind, … [Read more …]
I saw a couple of people posting a recipe from an old cookbook recently. It was short, and the title contained an unusual combination of things that don’t usually go together, so I made it.
When I broke my Commodore 64, it was the only computer I had. This meant that for years afterwards, I simply didn’t have a computer any more. These days, the situation is really different.
It’s important I tell you how I broke my computer when I was 17 years old, since that act of carelessness on my part has left me kicking myself for decades and that machine shaped my life quite significantly.
The Commodore 64 changed my life in a million subtle ways and frankly if I started going into detail about some of the things that might be different in the world now if I’d owned a Spectrum or a TRS-80 or something you’d be amazed.