NaevaTheRat [she/her]

Despite all my rage I’m still a rat refreshing this page.

I use arch btw.

Credibly accused of being a fascist, liberal, commie, anarchist, child, boomer, pointlessly pedantic, a Russian psychological warfare operative, and db0’s sockpuppet.

Pronouns are she/her.

Vegan for the iron deficiency.

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Cake day: June 27th, 2024

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  • I dunno how many lagoons there are in the mountains here but costally yeah.

    The pfas is attached to a conservation project where they make these floating islands to protect turtles and waterbirds from cats/foxes and they’re like “well since we’re growing these plants maybe we can do remediation”. So it’s in the school of conservation and the group does fine stuff like photograph wildlife to assess effectiveness. And also murder, to look for verticle transfer of contaminants like pfas.

    I am leaning towards that project if I can keep my distance from the killing. It seems less depressing than enumerating all the ways we’re fucked.


  • Chattin’ to some academics re Mres.

    Got a couple of cool looking options:

    1- assessing local rushes for pfas nomming (airfarce base has heavily contaminated local environment) 2- assessing how local peatlands react to the climate change.

    Both seem to have a good amount of chill field work. I fucking love vegetated swails so I’m leaning towards the first for future work but a bit warey of the fucked up ethics of conservation ecology. 2 is using more of my physics skills, but maybe more boring and less paddling about lakes and watching grass grow.

    Winter is upon us, still very warm (holy warming Batman) but below the condensation point of depression so I’m resisting the urge to crawl into a hole and hibernate till spring.




  • My ex/close friend necked himself. Didn’t die cause his wife found him in time and being a med school dropout has advantages.

    Been reevaluating a lot of shit since then. I think I’m going back to grad school, I realised if I lost him (and you don’t go from trying to kill yourself to life being peachy. It’s still very day by day) I would have basically no regular contact with people smarter than me which is just depressing.

    Who knows if I’ll succeed this time, life is in a better place but my body is a complete unreliable wreck. Still we shall see.

    In other news evaluating the risk of moving my ulnar nerves surgically. Very small risk of paralysis, large (~10% risk) of needing salvage surgeries. Scary stuff, expensive too. OTOH being able to hold a book again would be cool.