We’re at Solent Mind‘s Eastleigh Wellbeing Centre today to officially open their newly-refurbished training room, with our CEO Nigel Clifford and Solent Mind CEO Kevin Gardner on hand to cut the ribbon. A fantastic team of OS volunteers had donned their decorating overalls to transform the once dull room into a clean, energising environment which can now...
As I mentioned last week, I decided not to have a birthday party this year. And I'm not really particularly celebrating my birthday in any other substantial way. But my birthday week is going pretty well anyway.
Over the weekend, I attended Into the Woods in San Francisco (I particularly liked the cow in this production), hung out with Debbie, helped Kam move some boxes, played boardgames, watched a couple of DS9 episodes, and even got some long-overdue day-job work done. Also started catching up on comics-reading; I somehow stopped reading all of my regular comics about six months ago, so I've now bought a dozen bound paperback volumes to start catching up.
Monday I did at least half a dozen things (both at work and at home) that I would have liked to have gotten done days or weeks or months earlier, several of which I was anxious about doing. (Some of them I had legitimate reasons for not having done yet, others not so much.) There are still plenty more overdue things where those came from, but still, a relief.
One of those things was finally getting tickets to attend Speakeasy with Mary Anne when she visits in a couple weeks. I've heard very good things about the show, but as with Sleep No More, I feel like they don't do a very good job of giving first-time attendees useful information. In particular, I found Speakeasy's online order form confusing, and when I called their number I got an in-character recording. But I dropped a note to their help email address, and shortly thereafter got a phone call from a very friendly and helpful and informative person who answered my questions and gave me a better idea of what to expect.
Part of how I got stuff done on Monday was by carefully limiting my Facebook time. I'm trying to mostly stay off Facebook this week, though birthday week is not a good time to make that decision, given how much I enjoy FB birthday greetings. But I've been largely successful at diverting my frequent “Time to check Facebook!” impulses into (a) doing stuff on my to-do list, or (b) reading fiction.
Also a relief on Monday night: Apple finished repairing my computer and returned it to me. I was a little tense about not having it last week; my life is not yet sufficiently in the Cloud that I can proceed normally without access to my laptop.
And on my way home, I stopped by the grocery store, which was still open, and picked up various foodstuffs that I like, for consumption on Tuesday.
Tuesday was my birthday. It was pretty satisfactory, even though I didn't really do much to celebrate.
For one thing, the sun was out. I've been intermittently moody for the past couple months, but the sunshine in the past few days has improved my mood quite a bit.
So I was in a generally cheerful headspace, and various minor problems and setbacks didn't throw me. I biked to work, and got some things done, though not as much as I should have. I got phone calls from Kam and Sumana. All day, people sent me lovely birthday notes, on Facebook and elsewhere. And I emptied the dishwasher.
I also posted old family photos on Facebook; I usually do that on Thursdays, but my computer was in the shop last Thursday. I would have just skipped a week, but a big milestone is coming up in the photo sequence of my grandmother's life, and I got impatient. So I did last week's batch on Tuesday, with the expectation that I'll still do this week's batch on Thursday.
Tuesday night, I watched the movie To Sir, with Love, which I'm sorry to say I didn't like. But it didn't ruin my day or anything. I also watched the pilot of Parks and Recreation, which various friends have been enthusing about for ages; I liked that episode more than I'd expected to. (I generally don't like sitcoms.)
Have done some unnecessary-but-satisfying bookcase reorganizing in the past few days; no big changes, just putting some books into more pleasing and useful places. Still more to do on that in the next few days. Relatedly, pulled half a dozen books off the unread shelves that I realized I had no interest in reading, so those can go straight to the giveaway shelves. (There are still on the order of 900 books on my unread shelves, but I'm currently reading or skimming or deciding to skip about eight books a month, so at the current rate I should get through them all in only another eight or nine years! :) )
For dinner last night, I cooked some frozen ravioli and coated it in yummy pesto, and had a piece of cranberry-walnut bread (I used to not like cranberries and to not like nuts in bread, but somehow am liking that combination now), and then for dessert I had a piece of apple pie and some vanilla ice cream. Which was nicely satisfying; it fit my very-low-key-celebratory mood.
Today, Wednesday, I met Karen for breakfast, and then stopped off for some more groceries and a haircut before heading to work. I came home to drop off the groceries, and got all ready to bike to work, and realized I wasn't feeling well. Headachey, mildly upset stomach, drippy nose. I blew my nose and took an Advil and got on my bike, and got down to the end of the block before deciding that I really ought to just stay home today.
So I decided to work from home, but continued to not feel well, so I took a break to read for a bit, and fell asleep on the couch. I've been doing that a lot lately; I really ought not to sit on the couch in the afternoon, because it too often happens that I fall asleep for a couple of hours. I probably need the sleep, but it takes a big bite out of my day.
This evening, I watched another Parks and Rec episode, which I unfortunately didn't enjoy much, and the latest episode of Supergirl, which had some great moments. And did some more reading and some more book-adjusting, and soon I will put this computer down and do a little bit of day-job work before going to sleep. I think today was retroactively a sick day rather than a work-from-home day, which is too bad because there's stuff I should get done before the end of the week.
Another of the things I did on Sunday or Monday was to finally order captive-bead earrings to replace the one that I misplaced a couple months ago. I ordered a few of them, of various colors and such; a couple of them arrived today, and it's kind of nice to once again have a tiny portable silent fidget toy always at hand. Also in today's mail: the Blu-ray of Moana, which was supposed to be released a couple weeks ago but has been unavailable until now.
Anyway, all of which is to say that I'm having a reasonably good (and reasonably productive) week despite various setbacks, and I very much appreciate all of the birthday greetings. Thanks, everyone!
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which is a weirdly repetitive time sink that can take as much of your life as you give it.
I mean I like having a fandom and associated discussion again
but I'm not so keen on waiting on slow computer to reload yet another screen of reblogs that don't add anything
some of them of random shit from last year or more.
Tumblr is a terrible platform for most things, is what I'm saying.
Is there a fandom newsletter culture I just failed to find?
somewhere that aggregates the interesting comments so you don't have to follow all dozen people in your corner and hope?
following tags sure doesn't work well enough for that.
I'm going to have to unfollow a bunch of stuff just to reclaim some of my day.
the vlogs full of pretty pictures will be a good start, but pretty pictures are all tumblr as a technology is really actually good at.
and yet, dreamwidth, difficult to find new content. people quiet. lots of going away. don't know if newer fandoms are here at all.
don't know why that happened.
must find places to look.
current balance not very good.
( instagram photo )
Because Mason still needs to be kept close and not be allowed to wander too much, I am reinstating the rule that the cats are inside with closed doors at night. Which is a good rule. This means I am bribing them with tuna most nights to get them to come inside, but they both seem to think it's a fair trade. Mason gets locked in when I'm at work, but George gets to stay on whichever side of the door she is on (with food in a bowl outside) because unlike Mason her timidity means she is less likely to get into dangerous situations.
Work: Mostly good. I gave a presentation on Fair Trade and ethical fashion at a Catholic high school on Thursday. It was fun to do and I would happily do it at other schools.
We had stocktake on Monday which meant I ended up working a 12 hour day. It all went pretty smoothly and we ran re-counts on Tuesday and there weren't many errors. I'm glad it happened towards the end of my work week, and not at the beginning.
Speaking of which, my roster will be changing after Easter for reasons I can't discuss publicly just yet. But my new roster will be pretty good, and still 4 days a week and 5 days in November and December, so that's something.
TV I started watching Gotham whcih is all sabotabby and the_axel's fault. They promised me crack but I got invested in the well being of characters like Baby Cat Woman, Fish Mooney, and Butch Gilzean. I even like Baby Bruce Wayne and Alfred. The character I care least about is Jim Gordon, and I'm pretty sure the actor is the bastard love child of Russell Crowe and Ben Mendelsohn.
After finishing two seasons in 3 weeks (look, I was home with a sick cat for two of those weeks), I decided to wait for season three to finish airing so I could binge that, too. And started looking for something that actually was the entertaining yet low stakes show I was looking for in the first place and Brooklyn Nine Nine is currently filling that role.
The I'm watching weekly which are currently airing are pretty much only The Magicians, which finally had a good episode after lots of rage inducing stupid plots, and Elementary, which I'm not enjoying as much as in previous years.
I started watching Atlanta on SBS on Demand, but it autoplayed the episodes in the wrong order so I rage quit.
Books: I know I read some...
Last night I finished re-reading Margaret Atwood's The Blind Assassin, which I hadn't read in 5-10 years. It turns out most of the stuff I remember was from the last third of the book, and there was lots more stuff about childhood and family history that I'd forgotten.
Before that I read The Obelisk Gate by N.K. Jemisin, which was a great continuation of The Fisth Season. I liked the introduction of another point of view.
And before that I read Silvia Moreno-Garcia's Certain Dark Things, an urban fantasy-ish novel about vampire drug gangs in Mexico. This was really great, and actually made vampires interesting again. I loved the idea that there were actually different species of vampire, each local to one part of the world, which explains the different mythologies.
Me: Generally okay, but slept weirdly the last couple of days while trying to make up for the couple of days before that.
I got stung by a bee on Sunday, but thanks to quick action on my part followed by asking beekeepers for advice on facebook, it hasn't swollen up and the itching has pretty much stopped.
I usually make some sarcastic comment about giving up something for Lent. This year I decided to do a secular version of Lent which I have dubbed "Meat Free March" (with fish allowed on Fridays). It's been pretty good and I have remembered some of my favourite vegetarian dishes. But now the end is approaching and I am really looking forward to Saturday. I'm basically a non-religious person who likes to celebrate all the events on various calendars which revolve around food, so I figured it was time to try some of the fasting events as well as the eating events.
Winter is coming, and we had a weirdly wet and cold summer, so I'm a bit apprehensive. But also planning a Hogswatch/Solstice party for my birthday. This will be decidedly non-vegetarian as the whole point is an excuse to bake a ham. But there will be veg*n options. Plus asking everyone to bring a dish, and possibly a chair.
So far I'm five episodes into Haven't You Heard? I'm Sakamoto and finding it amusing. So, Sakamoto-kun: eldritch horror?
so today I taped a few sheets to the bookcase I'm planning to get rid of and tried doing a few exercises.
Like, not ow, but, huh, that's work I do not usually do.
I like the pillow exercises because instead of big weights you're swinging a pillow around
I tried them without even the pillow
and it says to do multiple sets
and I am currently disinclined to do multiple sets.
Possibly I really need to do some exercises.
Also I tried like two from the abs sheet and now my abs feel unusual.
Also also I need to look up like moving images with instructions, because it's not always obvious how you're meant to look like the little drawings man.
So. Now I have a project. Involving actual movement. Ever. At all.
Dancing is good movements but I only do one hour of that a week so I could add more moving on different days.
... I mean, I probably won't, but I could...
Original (or) Fandom: seaQuest
Notes: Takes place before Nothing But The Truth
“Can’t read my poker face,” Ben was singing. He bounced around the room dusting as he moved. Today was the big day! It was the day of his officer’s examination. In addition to a written test, there would be a physical test, and an inspection of his quarters. They were already clean, but he wanted to make sure they were perfect. At 0700 his alarm sounded, and he left for the physical exam. Running, sit-ups, and pushups were the easy part. Then at 1000 came the written exam. “To my future” he muttered as he nervously chewed his pencil.
However, the reason I ordered 100 was to not just have one to wear, but more to give away. I keep a few in with my wallet change, a bag of 20 in my car, and at MidSouthCon I put a couple out on my table, visible but unobtrusive. Every time someone said, "I like your pin," I responded with, "Take one, they're free." I took 30 buttons to the con, and gave away 20 of them; I consider that a reasonable success. I noticed that most of the people who took one were young, but I also had one woman well into her 30s take one because she said she was Asatru and that community has been having an invasion of white supremacist neo-Nazis.
Overall, I'm pleased. This is something I can continue to do easily. Wearing the button serves the same purposes as the safety pin, only more unmistakably. Furthermore, it does something else -- it punctures the right-wing bubble by saying visibly, "This is someone who doesn't agree with you." And if having a couple on my table at cons costs me a few sales... first, I think it may gain me more, and second, I don't give a shit about anyone who wouldn't buy from me because I've declared myself to be a decent, civilized human being.
I can see how the writers are dragging us around by the feels
but I don't quite see why.
Maybe it'll make more sense after the finale.
But I just vaguely thought it also makes sense if they think their bad guys are bad guys, no matter what they do. ( Read more... )
The lunar gravity let us glide around like floating, everything easy.
And there was kissing, but not grabby kissing with expectations, just kissing that really likes kissing, as enthusiastic as he is with every other form of communication.
There was a plot too, and Missy was there with her Doctor, and possibly some Daleks, but things started getting mysterious around when the Daleks disappeared. Like, obviously your first thought is, yaay no Daleks I get to live, but then you have to wonder, how on moon did anything manage to make no Daleks when Daleks had insisted on taking over? And whatever we did to investigate I had to be just a teensy worried that Missy would decide I was more use dead, which was more worrying personally, if not professionally. But I wasn't going to let it waste my time with 8.
There was spinning and dancing and music that's all "on days like these de dum de dum when skies are blue"
which is funny, because we're underground on the moon, and nothing is blue anywhere
and I haven't actually dreamed the dancing dream with blue skies. It's usually all stations under spin gravity with the stars wheeling around us.
I woke up in the most delightful mood.
I am quite disinclined to go check the internet, it might take the bubbles out of this mood.
But in the dream we had to figure things out, only everywhere we went we found only empty corridors and empty rooms. Still preferable to actual death by Dalek, but puzzling. And there were two clues. And one of them was the ballroom. There was artificial gravity everywhere else, and while low g made for lovely artistic choices, there was a bar in the corner with open glasses, and nobody chooses to drink in lower gravity than they're used to. So somehow the floor was broken without being broken. And we couldn't get down below to see the workings because there were no stairs. Or lifts. Which was peculiar. Because how did people get in and out at all?
So I wondered if we were looking at the wrong scale. A lift is just a room that moves. There were plenty of rooms about. What if they'd needed to move something very much bigger than us?
But the Doctor, the grey one, pointed out we'd been in almost every room already...
... except the airlocks. Only one door on them, pressure supporting airlock style, but you don't mess with airlocks until you have to. And if we wanted to go anywhere new, we had to. But we couldn't find pressure suits. So if the doors opened somewhere unexpected, we wouldn't just end up in the car park...
So I don't know where the locks went, but there was another dream earlier, and in that one humans had been excavating on the moon and finding complexly stratified black rock, in sections that looked very much artificial. But so does the giant's causeway, so they weren't that concerned... until they found the airlock.
And it turned out they'd been lifting off damaged pieces from the tiniest, tiniest corner.
And when they reactivated the thing, having scraped away the lunar regolith and exposed what they thought was a building, it lit up, started doing things to gravity, and lifted up
until a whole moonlet had shrugged off grey dust and lifted itself free.
Which was a surprise, as you can imagine.
It turned out to be still functional as a self contained world, with artificial gravity throughout, and room after room after room. It had enough area in its volume to function as a whole spare planet, and go a long way to getting breathing room for the billions of Earth.
But first we either have to understand precisely what it was even doing here, or I suppose choose population to inhabit it that we wouldn't mind finding out the hard way...
And if the two dreams were one dream, from other perspectives, we also have to worry what the Daleks wanted to do with it.
Experience suggests probably fly it around like a really big spaceship.
But you have to worry what could power something like that...
In the never-ending attempt to keep my stock of author copies under control, I’m offering up three copies apiece of Voyage of the Basilisk and In the Labyrinth of Drakes. You’ve got about three days left to enter!
Also, I’m still looking for icons! Renewing the call not because I haven’t been offered a good selection, but because I want to give more people a chance to win the two Advance Reader Copies of Within the Sanctuary of Wings. Get your image manipulating on and maybe get a book!
Fandom: Agent Carter (TV)
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Edwin Jarvis/Howard Stark
Characters: Edwin Jarvis, Howard Stark, background Ana Jarvis/Edwin Jarvis
Additional Tags: Drunk Sex, Drinking, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Light Dom/sub, Top Howard, Sub Jarvis, Mildly Dubious Consent, Under-negotiated Kink, Orgasm Delay, the playing fields of Eton, Hair-pulling
Howard was familiar with this kind of gesture, how it went further than a touch on the arm or even the wrist but stopped short of tracing lips or cupping someone's face. It was an invitation that asked for further intimacies while granting them in return. Howard had seen this bold-and-hesitant move many times, in pubs, in dives, in darkened movie theatres, in quite a lot of hotel rooms, but not on this side of the Atlantic from a British soldier. Jarvis increased the pressure of his hold, not quite tugging but pulling Howard in, slowly, slowly, and if Howard had been less drunk, he would've probably said they should go to sleep, and if he'd been more drunk, he might have been asleep already, but he'd hit the golden sweet spot where all inhibitions dropped away and he was still in enough control of his body to fully enjoy that. The place where every Why turned effortlessly into Why not?
//slinks off to hide (it should be drawerfic. But "Post it!" they said. "It'll be fun!" they said)
I am still in a sluggish reading state - I have Deadly Virtues by Jo Bannister. It's a very good British mystery I found in the Books to Prisoners workroom. The central characters are a young policewoman named Hazel and a man with a tragic history - Gabriel Ash. Ash has a dog, Patience, who accompanies him everywhere. Hazel is new to her job, with a strong sense of police work as social service. Despite what these details might suggest there is no romance here. It's terrific book, published in 2013, with at least 2 more to follow. I have ordered them all, and a 4th seems to be in the works. All 3, Haze, Ash and Patience got my attention from the start. I am picky about mysteries, but these seem right to me, and I will have to investigate more from Jo Banniester.
I need to get through this book during the weekend, because Convergence, the latest in Cherryh's Foreigner series, is due out on April 4, which is next Tuesday, and since I ordered it long ago I should get it on that day. Next Wednesday is a normally a free day, but my annual mammogram is scheduled then. I can read in the morning, I can read on the bus to the clinic, I can read on the bus on the way home - I will be reading Convergence in every possible minute.
(Sidenote: I can't believe Dolezal is what passes for plot twist these days. Thanks, Hollywood.)
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AK identified the tiny blue butterfly we saw as a spring azure, or echo blue, the plainest of the four common tiny blue butterflies.
Author: MissDavis on AO3
Pairings: Sherlock/John (established)
Length: 117627 words
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it's supposed to be.
Reccer's comments: John gets injured during a case, remaining paralyzed from the waist down. Both he and Sherlock have to come to terms with their new situation – as John learns how to live with his disability, Sherlock tries to cope with the guilt that is eating away at him.
I loved the way this fic portrayed Sherlock’s and John’s emotional journey, going through grief, anger, sadness, and ultimately acceptance. I also loved that there were moments of tension between Sherlock and John even when it was clear how much the two loved each other and how determined they were to stay together. I found the portrayal of emotions realistic, sometimes even raw, and definitely touching.
Excerpt: For once John was waiting for him when he got to his room. Sherlock looked him over. He'd been out again; he was wearing chinos and a button-down. Where—ah, he had the new chair. It was one hundred percent different from the old one, but it had still taken Sherlock a moment to notice, because he'd been distracted by John's expression: a shy, uncertain smile Sherlock hadn't seen directed at him in ages.
"So, what do you think?" John's words were casual but Sherlock could hear the apprehension behind them, see the way he had to stop his hands from clenching convulsively on the slim, contoured arms of the wheelchair.
He wasn't even sure what response John hoped to hear. It's perfect. Good choice with the black. It's horrible. I will never not hate to see you unable to stand. What he said was, "It's tiny."
John raised his eyebrows. "Not exactly words I want to hear coming out of your mouth, but fair enough, I suppose."
She also ordered x-rays and thought she saw something worrying in them. The report from the radiologist that came in today said everything looks as expected and, oh, by the way, those are cholecystectomy (gall bladder removal) clips, so I’m assuming that those are what worried her. She was very concerned about the possibility that this is the beginning of something dire. She asked a lot of questions with a neurological/cognitive bent and wanted to know about my recent bowel movements.
Scott has decided that he has to call in tomorrow. He says that the combination of my back with Cordelia’s appointment and Expo means he really, really needs to be home. Him being home in the morning will make it more likely that I’ll be together enough to get him to move the things in the kitchen that I’ve been wanting him to. I can’t reach the lower shelves of the refrigerator, for example, and the shelves where we keep our canned goods are too low for me. I can get what’s right at the front of the top shelf but not anything else.
I’m finding lying flat on my back vastly tedious. I can’t easily type while in that position. Lying on my side doesn’t hurt, but after I do that for even a minute or two, I can’t sit up or stand without severe pain. If I’ve been flat on my back, I can do both with minor trouble.
I’m feeling so very, very tired, enough so that I’m wondering if I should default on Fandom5K. I don’t know if this will be better in two or three days or if it will take weeks. I’ve never defaulted on an exchange, and I quite like the idea I’m working on, but… I don’t know.
Toby was convinced that we'd somehow bought expensive dollhouse furniture. I was convinced that what we were going to get was a box with the warranty and some cleaning fluid in it (that's happened before when we bought furniture).
On the way home from dropping documents by our tax lady, we got a notification from FedEx that our shipment had been delivered, so the drive home was a bit tense as we wondered what awaited us.
So what arrived...?
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The Question Ever by Wendy Videlock (though I feel the urge to note that 'glove' and 'of' do not rhyme in my accent)
Diss by Makaila Dean
Upon Receiving My Inheritance by William Fargason
What I've read: short fiction
Nevertheless, She Persisted - a collection of 11 flash fiction pieces for International Women's Day
For me, the standouts were:
Heart Stitch by Jose Pablo Iriarte
The Redshirt's Daughter by Evan Dicken
Attending Your Own Funeral: An Etiquette Guide by Erica L. Satifka
Bride by Mistake by Nicole Helm (novella-length romance)
Mira's Last Dance by Lois McMaster Bujold (Penric & Desdemona 4). This just happened to show up when I was checking Hugo-eligibility of the previous two Penric & Desdemona novellas. While the first three had quite long gaps of time between them, this one follows almost straight on from the previous, and leaves more than one plot thread unresolved by the end.
What I've read: long fiction
Broken Homes by Ben Aaronovitch (reread)
Foxglove Summer by Ben Aaronovitch (reread)
The Hanging Tree by Ben Aaronovitch
I had a couple of days where I really was too ill to do anything but doze or read, and inhaled these latest three. The endings all struck me as particularly abrupt on this read through, the general destruction-level is getting ridiculous even with authorial lampshading, and there are really a lot of loose threads in play now. (But I still enjoyed them all very much.)
The Long List Anthology Volume 2 edited by David Steffen - I was surprised just how many of the short stories collected within I'd read - and surprised by a couple I'd not read but really should have. Anyway, the quality level so far is excellent.
Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly. I am ... not enjoying this as much as I expected. It is feeding my thirst for more information about Dorothy Vaughan (in particular) and the other women from the film and NACA/NASA more generally, but its style is both a bit too chatty and a bit too florid for my liking. Or possibly having two bad colds in three weeks is making me bad-tempered and uncharitable. Listening to the audiobook version doesn't seem to wind me up the same way, so I'm going to try listening the rest of the way through.
Bride by Mistake by Nicole Helm
Mira's Last Dance by Lois McMaster Bujold
Tony bought Digital Divide by K.B. Spangler, which has been on my radar for a while, so I may sneak a read of it. (And/or go back to working through A Girl and Her Fed by same.)
I preordered Provenance by Ann Leckie (out in October) and The Furthest Station by Ben Aaronovitch (out in September).
- My phone, that I bought only half a year ago, is broken (not my fault.) Still covered under warranty, but still, ugh.
- We now have shelves in our kitchen! For cookbooks, and because we don't have enough yet there's also space for plants and fandom stuff. I'd take a picture, but see above re: phone being broken (and I'm too lazy to search for my old camera.)
- I wanted to go see Eddie Izzard in Bratislava on Saturday, but missed the bus. I was so mad at myself that I went running and completely overdid it, my knee still hurts.
- Last week we found out that our third roommate is moving out, so we're looking for a new one again. *sigh*
- So, so many terrible things in politics. So many. I know that world-wide there are much larger and more serious issues, but that our foreign minister and minister of the interior are huge dicks and the chancellor is ceding way too much ground to the conservatives is just the shitty cherry on top.
By now I have a few thousand words of unsorted thoughts on the last ~25 Critical Role episodes and I'm too lazy to clean them up and post them yet, but I feel the need to express my feelings about episode 83 RIGHT NOW.( spoilers )
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I need help keeping my mind busy as my sister’s in the midst of a major surgery. Please send asks or prompts from any memes floating around or any ideas you have. At the moment, the easiest canon for me to write is Rogue One but try me with any others that I’ve mentioned. Thank you.
ETA: My sister is out of surgery and resting, it all seems to have gone well.
I'm reblogging this quote for truth. When I started becoming aware of systemic injustice is when I started being held at even more of a distance. My family and church didn't know what to do with me, and could only tell me to "stop reading those things." Individual people would come up and thank me, sometimes, after I spoke up on others' behalf in Institute, or tried to make sure that someone was okay. But to anyone who had any kind of power or privilege in White Mormon culture, I vanished except as an annoyance.
On the plus side, most White Mormon people are kind of boring anyway, except when their scandals show up in the newspaper. Being around other trans women and "woke" friends has been very good for me.
(About the word "woke:" Arinn notes that it has been appropriated by white people to mean "sensitive and aware," when it was originally used by black people to mean "alert to potential danger." She discusses the need for such a term, in a society that's even more hostile to people with black skin than it is to me personally.)