Qwyrdo @Qwyrdo@witches.town

I have opened @qwyrdo !

I am *not* fully migrated yet, and probably will not be until Saturday or Sunday.

I will update if (more likely when) I appear on other instances, since I might as well experiment, right?

That is all for now ∑:ᴈ

@Qwyrdo Oh, and I come with bonus levels!

🌠 Creative linguistics
🌠 #ActuallyAutistic
🌠 #Transgender
🌠 #Nonbinary
🌠 Historic naval architecture & naval combat

So if your creative projects could use some help with any of these non-#Science thing, I'm your Enby!

So I just learned that, evidently, there is a *market* for writers wanting to learn physics & astronomy??

That is like… a perfect gig for me?? I might not know *all the maths* but Stars below do I know me some good…

🌠 Orbital mechanics
🌠 Exoplanet anatomy
🌠 Stellar evolution basics
🌠 Basic biology & astrochemistry
🌠 Rocketry 101
🌠 Relatively wyrdness
🌠 Climatology
🌠 Probably lots more stuff! Just ask me!

Basically, if you want to physics for writing, talk to me ✨🚀✨

Also: Hi, new and recent followers!

As you have probably surmised, I can be quite #random and often have #NoFilter 🙃

Welcome to my externalised brain, and plan accordingly!

Listening to Colm Meaney talk about how Rick Berman *insisted* he use an Irish accent, and he went with his native Dubliner.

But what's fascinating: unscripted, Meaney is quite the stammerer?

Makes Bob Newhart sound like he has the Gift of Gab.

Somehow, I just misread "ferrofluid" as "furryfluid"

This is a really cool, if utterly pointless (and somewhat dangerous) project:

Flaming lighted vortex fountain.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02N508BDngc

Christopher Simpson's "Spring" sonata is quite stormy, which contrasts starkly with Vivaldi's take and seems perhaps a touch surprising.

Ofc Simpson was in England. Where spring often means storms.

...is done! Go me! ∑:D

Maybe before tomorrow I'll hunt down another 10 things to practice on, so I don't have to worry about that step?

I'd reward myself with some crafting, but I'm no longer in the mood rn (and a wee bit foggy anyway). So not sure what I'll move on to next...

Anyway I've written 7 of 10 planned ads so far, so that's something, at least.

One problem about using a computer to write:

It's *so easy* to get pulled into distractions.

Not offhand sure how best to combat this, TBPH? I usually use Docs for writing because it's readily accessible & by definition highly portable.

But Internet = distractions *everywhere*... ∑:s

My back is being *just* persistently painy enough that I'm gonna slather a bunch of CBD stuff on it.

On to some Christopher Simpson: The Seasons, Months, and Other Divisions of Time.

('Cellos need not apply.)

(I sure know I can play the continuo line in my sleep; D, A, B, F#... etc. etc. ad infinitum...)

Ah, and the album finale: the infamous Canon and Gigue in D major.

People always forget about the gigue, for some reason. But it's the part violinists love the most!

(Probably because most have played the canon so often, they could play it in their sleep, lol.)

"Gaycrostics"

Anyway, now the album is on to a pleasant set of variations for violin by Pachelbel. Cheery tunes with 3 viols singing along in the background.

A bit more condusive to, you know, *writing*.

Like, how am I supposed to sell a space heater after getting my heart ripped out, torn to shreds, stitched back together and put back in place?

That's, incidentally, why I rarely listen to this particular sonata. For me, it is *that intense*. It's like being played by the cruellest, most loving domme in the world. Someone who knows how to tie your psyche in knots, only to drive you to an incredible, mind-blowing catharsis.

Oops. I may have TMId.

Ofc after that emotional whirlwind, I've *completley* lost my writing pace 🙃

Yep. That sonata still grabs hold of me about halfway through and doesn't let go until the last chord dies away.

Starts out pleasant, but then... dissonance. Driving dissonance that sends a chill down my spine.

Then... tearful rage. I'm almost not myself any more. My body moves of its own will.

And then... sighs. Resignation. Sobbing. The beat is my breath. My breath is the beat. Tears are streaming down my cheeks.

At the last moment... the sun comes through the clouds. My face is still wet, but just as the piece ends, a few sweet chords restore my hope.

At last, I'm in my body again. I'm me once more.

Ofc this album has one of my absolute favourite sonatas (2 violins, viola da gamba, basso continuo)... one that takes you on an emotional whirlwind.

I almost always end up crying listening to it.