the dulcedemon writings

There is nothing I have to say on any information technology topic that can't be better said, and explained in greater detail by someone else. I barely know enough to do things for myself let alone instruct anyone. The fact that I'm aware of this is why I prefer to keep my mouth shut and listen when such topics are being discussed. You will never catch me pretending to know otherwise.

I have no talent for rattling off hardware specifications. It could be because my ability to memorize things is slipping. It could also be that my main concern is almost always "Does it run?". So much so, that you could probably spout complete hardware fiction in front of me for a laugh. Unless you choose to use terms from Magic the Gathering, a video game made by Bethesda, or some other pet interest of mine, you will absolutely get away with it.

When it comes to shit not running the way it should, I can help with problems I have experienced before. Such as: My machine running Windows 10, which was upgraded from Windows 8.1, and has AMD not Intel, won't stop randomly rebooting since a certain update. I can fix that. I can also show you how to enable virtualization on said machine.

Longer ago, I could have demonstrated how to crudely bludgeon into submission the worms and other malevolence that favored machines running Windows XP. There is one shining exception to that, which will remain nameless here, but only because I couldn't get it to give up its identity no matter how hard I tried. It's the reason I stopped using that OS. It was spectacular. If I lose the rest of my memories, I'll still be semi-coherently muttering about the polymorphic that brought the house down. I'd say I haven't seen anything like it since, but I've seen Win10.

Moving on to shit I actually know shit about...
Botany and Horticulture: I can tell you the Latin name of your shrub before I prune it for you. I prefer to use organic gardening methods.
Herbal Medicine: Herbal medicine is not the same as homeopathy. You are on your own with that snake oil shit. Psychotropics are another matter.
Insects and Arachnids
Culinary Arts: Emphasis Baking: Emphasis Special Dietary Needs: Emphasis Celiac Disease: Desserts are vegan by default. I eat meat except for pork.
Spanish: Tourist grade, stick to present tense, Who?, Where?, How much?, Please speak more slowly., Thank you., and a smattering of idioms about covers it. I'd be better at if I had someone to converse with regularly. I read better than I speak.
HTML and CSS: I'm rusty(lazy), and most of my knowledge comes from the XHTML era.
Common American Household Glass Containers of the late Victorian Era: Most of this is knowledge borrowed from my father. People back then really loved skull-shaped bottles and candleholders.
Witchcraft and the Occult: This includes but is not limited to rudely shouting, "Witchcraft!", when the subject of cryptocurrency is spoken about in a positive manner. Anyone who doesn't like that answer should refer to the snark about snake oil above.

Things I want to know more about:
Linux
Bash
Fun with VMs(more than I'm having already)
The Fine Art of CYA
Lockpicking: This in particular, because it is a manual process. Manual processes, once learned, have a certain element of muscle memory, which makes knowledge of them easier to retain. Also, it's fun.
How to Human Better

Problems:
I'm not a snob, but I'm probably an asshole.
In person conversations can make me uncomfortable to the point where I can barely speak. The higher the personal or professional stakes the more true this is.
I have a low tolerance for shallow, materialistic persons, especially those who judge others based solely on appearance.
Once I decide that I do not like someone, I'm incapable of hiding it.
I constantly self-doubt, and self-blame.
I'm often afraid to speak up. If you see me kissing the ass of someone who behaves in a manner that you know I find reprehensible, it's because I'm afraid of what they might do to me if I stop.
My lack of interest in obeying traditional cultural and sexual behavior expectations pertaining to my gender often puts me at a social disadvantage. I'm resentful of those who shun me because of it.
Nothing makes me lose my temper faster than a false accusation.
I have the social skills of someone who lived as a hermit for fifteen years, because I lived as a hermit for fifteen years.
I spend too much time, energy, and money dealing with my physical health problems to properly address any mental ones.