Now that I’ve been reintegrated into the real world, I could ditch social media again. I was glad to have my Insta back over the two months, where I had face-to-face interactions with only one person.
Yann’s been a trooper, but sometimes my questions are a little too much for him. A few weeks ago, I asked select friends via Insta, “If you could shoot silk out of your butt like a spider, would you tell anybody?” I relished the diversity of the responses that followed.
A few days ago, I tested a hypothesis on my followers.
Continue reading “People are real?”
I’ve made my triumphant return to work! This is how I feel about it:
I believe this is what’s called “smizing”. (Yeah, I used to be into ANTM, but only up until Cycle 5. I’m a RPDR gal now.)
Continue reading “The eyes say it all?”
The new phone has arrived. Way before the shoes I ordered a month ago, too. Here’s my review of the Galaxy S10e:
Continue reading “My new phone wrote this blog post.”
A week ago, my phone bricked. It was kind of my fault: its decline began in 2018 when I bailed off my bike with it in the back of my jersey pocket. The glass separated from the phone around the edges, and over time, pocket fluff began to accumulate under the glass. This created a permanent diffusion filter for my front-facing camera, giving the illusion that I was always in a sand storm. The fluff was likely also interfering with the ambient light sensor, causing my screen to flicker.
Life is pain, I know.
Nowadays, smartphones have up to 14 different sensors. With a replacement phone on the way, I’ve been looking at phone case options. Yann suggested the Otterb*x (I’m protecting you from ads), which suggests that he thinks I subject my phones to drops of 100 feet. (Oh, please. My previous phone died from firmware failure!)
I went with a biodegradable hippy-dippy case made from ground walnuts and eggshells, bound together by dried tree sap. When my next phone does die, I can plant the case and it’ll turn into a mighty oak. I admit the company eco-guilted me into going with them, instead of something cooler-looking.
I’m hoping this purchase will offset the environmental impact of discarding an $800 phone after under three years of use.
Continue reading “I lost my tracking device.”
Certainly, a solid bit of advice, though more complicated than taking your credit card to a bike shop.
I’ve made a video that I think would’ve helped me in my pre-mechanic/pre-bike ownership days.
Despite being 15 minutes long, I’ve actually only shared the basics. I don’t think anyone new to cycling wants to watch an hour-long video of me blabbing about the fine points of bikes. Besides, I’d rather make separate videos discussing these points in detail.
Please note that I’m Canadian, therefore when prices are mentioned, I’m referring to our rainbow Canadian currency. A fellow deaf bike mechanic based in London, UK–and superfriend–Ed, has slightly different opinions on bikes as the standards are different over there.
Continue reading “Buy A Bike.”
I’ve come to realize that there must be many couples who are not coping with the pandemic well.
For Yann and me, we went from spending 95% of the time together to 100: not a big jump. Before this, we spent three years working together in a small room, then coming back to our small apartment later in the day.
Continue reading “Exposing others to my pointlessness.”
I may be summoned to work in a week. I received an email on Friday announcing that the bike shop would be back in operation by the 11th. Yet, neither Yann nor I have received a separate email saying that our services would be required.
Continue reading “Doing the right thing the wrong way.”