I still feel like the nouns are in the wrong place when I read this.

I'm reading it as "New York cows new York cows bully bully New York cows"

When I want it to read "New York cows bully new York cows" which would be "Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo" which isn't enough buffalo.

I have to inset my own "that" to be able to get my head around "Buffalo buffalo (that) Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo"

Both the battery and the charger are old and broken in my brain.

If it's too hot out the battery drains faster, if I'm playing music the battery drains faster. If I'm having to swap between conversations, bye bye battery.

Sometimes the charger works fine but sometimes it just doesn't charge no matter what I try, and the battery stays low even if I leave it plugged in alone.

Some days there's a process that's absolutely and inexplicably guzzling power, but the next day that same process barely takes up any processing power.

Some days it just doesn't turn on at all, and then on rare occasions I can't get the damn thing to turn off, it's just blasting notifications and I'm trying to sleep.

Related: personally I think "old phone battery" is a much better metaphor than the "chronically ill spoons" metaphor that is commonly used to explain the impact of chronic illness.

Yes and no, applying for accommodations is as fun and easy as pulling out your own teeth with a rubber chicken.

It took months to get the paperwork organised and the conversations started around accommodations I needed for my disability, I realised halfway through I had to simplify what I was asking for and just deal with some less than accessible issues because the process of applying for disability accommodations was not accessible and I was getting rejected for simple requests like "can I reserve a seat in the front row because I can't get up the stairs, and I can't get there early because I need to take the service elevator to get to the lecture hall, so I'm always waiting on the security guard"

My teachers knew I had a physical disability and had mobility accommodations, some of them knew that the condition I had also caused a degree of sensory disability, but I had nothing formal on the paperwork about my hearing and vision loss because I was able to self manage with my existing tools.

I didn't need my teachers to do anything differently so I didn't see the point in delaying my education and putting myself through the bureaucratic stress of applying for visual accommodations when I didn't need them to be provided to me from the university itself.

Obviously if I'd gotten a result of "you cheated" I'd immediately get that paperwork in to prove I didn't cheat, my voice over reader just gave me the ChatGPT instructions and I didn't realise it wasn't part of the assignment.... But that could take 3-4 months to finalise the accommodation process once I become aware that there is a genuine need to have that paperwork in place.

Depending on what you're treating, 50% sounds pretty good.

I remember when I went for my last surgery and I was signing all the consent forms, my doctor was emphasising the 17% chance of this known lifelong complication, and the increased 4% chance of general anaesthesia fatality (compared to 1 in 10,000 for general public).

My mum was freaking out because when she had the same surgery she'd been seen much earlier in the disease process, she wasn't expecting such a "high" risk of complications in my care.

But all I was hearing is that there's an over 80% chance it will be a success. Considering how limited and painful my life was by the thing we were treating, it was all no brainier, I liked those odds. Plus my condition is diagnosed 1 in 100,000 people, so how much data could my surgeon really have on the rate of risk, the sample size would be laughable.

Still the best decision of my life, my surgeon rolled his skilled dice, I had zero complications (other than slow wound healing but we expected and prepared for that). I threw my crutches in the trash 2 years later, and ran for the first time in my life at 27 years old after being told at 6 years old that I'd be a full time wheelchair user by 30.

The lyrics on Spotify play along/highlight as the song plays so you can read along in time with the song.

This is actually a vital accommodation for the hard of hearing and partially Deaf because we can often hear/feel the beat and sometimes the melody, but we don't know exactly where in the song were up to because the tune of all the versus sounds the same, or vocal breaks of "ooooooh, lalala" can be mistaken for the start of a new line of lyrics.

So if you're just reading along with a static page of lyrics, it takes a lot of mental energy to figure out what's happening with the song, especially if it's a new song you're discovering.

We've had static lyric sheets for decades, you'd unfold the sleeve in your record and try to read along as you listened, never 100% sure you were doing it right unless a fully hearing friend was there to point at the words and be your version of the bouncing ball.

So to have this technology that almost completely solves this problem for a vulnerable community... Then to put it behind a pay wall despite the fact that Deaf people are more likely to be underemployed and socially disadvantaged than the general hearing populous is just callous.

Our experience of music is fundamentally different to hearing people, and yet Spotify will charge us the same rate for a sub par experience.

You do anyway without piercings.

The nipple isn't technically one hole, it's kind of like a porous sponge. After all, mammary glands are just mutated sweat glands, it's a series of holes connected to a series of ducts.

So a lot of people find when lactating that it can spurt in crazy directions from unexpected parts of the nipple.

"body type" has always been a general term to express the entire shape, size and proportions of a person, including excess weight and obesity.

When I was obese I couldn't pull off crop tops because of my body size, it was incredibly unflattering, and now that I'm a healthy weight I still can't pull off crop tops because of my body proportions, I have a short torso.

Body type encompasses both scenarios, so it's often thought of as a polite way to tell someone something is unflattering without singling out specific "flaws" in their body.

I still remember the time I ran into Woolworths at 7am right as the door opened to buy $400 worth of their paper bags because the delivery of bags our food bank was expecting the previous day never arrived and we had 800 hampers to pack that day.

I was wearing my uniform and I had my card with me to get the wholesale discount as part of the agreement our organisation had with woolworths.

The store manager recognised me as I walked in and ran off to grab some unopened boxes of bags for me.

When I hit to the checkout the cashier ran everything through, applied the discount, and even engaged in some mindful small talk about how busy we were expecting to get today and if Aldi had stopped giving us green bacon (they had not).

Then when we were almost done the cashier asked if I wanted to donate to Food Bank.

While I'm standing there holding a Food Bank charity partner wholesale card, wearing my Food bank charity partner uniform.

I said "uh, no, thanks" and I suspected the the cashier was on autopilot when she said "really? But it's for food security" I said no again and they asked why not, at that point I realised that they weren't on autopilot, they genuinely didn't understand why I would not be using the food bank charity partner debit card to donate to food bank via woolworths.

She said it wouldn't matter because the money would "go back to food bank eventually" (ignoring admin and financial management costs, it's a net loss).... So why would I donate it if it would litteraly do nothing to benefit food bank other than give Woolies the opportunity to say they donated x money to food bank, bich that's basically fraud.

I'm an IT teacher at a community centre, I genuinely never thought I would see the day when a student younger than me enrolled. I wrongly assumed my role as a public educator would just fade out as younger generations required generally less training around computers.

Obviously courses in disability service centres would remain, and accredited training for people to kick off or retarget their careers would still exist.

But the person at the local library who meets twice a week and teaches grandma how to close the tabs on her phone felt like a job that was destined to die.

I'm in my 30s and this year I have a few teenagers in my class. The conversations are hilarious, they don't know how to read a file location adreess or open a program that isn't pinned to the taskbar, but at the same time, I don't know how to access the notifications bar on an iPhone or quickly find the wifi settings without going through general settings....because I went from windows to 98, to a blackberry, to an Android, just like they went from an ipad toddler to an iPhone teen, and only now are they having Windows 11 thrown at them, and of all the computers to try and learn to use, this wouldn't be my first recommendation (but it's what our government funds us to teach 🤷‍♀️)

The skill divide is so hard to explain too. My elderly students just stare blankly at one screen, overwhelmed and confused, unsure how to recognise anything. Nothing stands out as a link, or a click able button, because the entire visual landscape is new to them. There is often a lot of hand holding which can be frustrating especially when you made a huge breakthrough in their confidence and independence only to have come in the next week feeling insecure about their skills because they've forgotten a little bit, or had a bad spam caller over the weekend who made them want to never touch a computer again.

Then the teens, who know what links look like and generally what they do will rush ahead, they may not know what it is exactly they're trying to do, but they think they know what end result is expected and they generally know how to avoid catastrophic issues so they just barrel ahead, I'll see them make 40 clicks a second for something that usually takes 2, because they're throwing spaghetti at the wall.

I had a project last week. Dead simple. Save a linked file to a target location, import the file into another program through either drag and drop or browsing for the file, then change 1 thing, and export the final file into another target location, as specified on the activity sheet.

Barely 5 minutes in, I'm still helping Brenda get her mouse dongle plugged in, and one of the teens is finished. And yes, they have every file I asked for, and every edit I asked for, but both are just sitting in the downloads folder. And now we're at the end looking back, the teen is confused because they have the edited file that is required to "finish*, how is it wrong, and I'm trying to explain why skipping the steps about target locations means they'll have to start again because this activity is all about target locations and I don't actually give two shits about this file I just need them to put things in and out of a folder until they can explain to me "a folder is a container" and not just stare into space because a folder is a black hole on their phone things they save go to until they need them again and just download them again.

Exactly, I didn't have a tantrum. I used a third party app because of the accessibility features it offered that the official app doesn't. I can't use reddit now, so I don't use reddit.

I mean, I'd be confused and concerned too if a time travelling European from the 18th century stepped off a boat in 1492

Bread wasn't rationed but the only bread you could get your hands on was "the national loaf", which my grandmother informed me was "saltier than unwashed seaweed".

Potatos and carrots were abundant so lots of people learned to make potato scones and potato dumplings to make their flour stretch further.

The ministry of food developed recipes to help people make their rations last.

Woolton Pie is one that stuck around because it was so versatile.