Anyway, I came home today, and I just watched last night's Orphan Black and ( spoilers )
In other news, Remix is back! Slightly new - hopefully less complicated? - rules. Spread the word.
and lastly, a poem:
Too many of the best cells in my body
are itching, feeling jagged, turning raw
in this spring chill. It's two thousand and four
and I don't know a soul who doesn't feel small
among the numbers. Razor small.
Look down these days to see your feet
mistrust the pavement and your blood tests
turn the doctor's expression grave.
Look up to catch eclipses, gold leaf, comets,
angels, chandeliers, out of the corner of your eye,
join them if you like, learn astrophysics, or
learn folksong, human sacrifice, mortality,
flying, fishing, sex without touching much.
Don't trouble, though, to head anywhere but the sky.
Now it's time to go meet L. for dinner.
I keep wanting to draw lately which is probably 80% writing procrastination or frustration of not finding the right words.. //scribble// like THIS, damnit! But drawing would be good - I haven't posted fanart since January, on ao3, anyway O_O
My child is driving me up the wall and around the bend today, ngl.
Original air date: March 7, 1994
Director: Dennis Berry
Writer: Jean-Vincent Fournier (as J.P. Couture)
Synopsis: A friend of Duncan's is murdered in his pool. After his wake, Duncan notices an immortal named Nicholas Ward, who once killed several people Duncan knew and arranged his victims to look like a vampire was responsible.
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- and her relationship with Maia
- and with her father
- and her friendship with Vedero Drazhin
- and for that matter Vedero’s developing relationship with Maia
- everyone’s relationships with Maia in fact
but mostly Csethiro and Vedero, who are super interesting and awesome!
(I might have written 2000+ words of this today; someone please talk to me about the Drazhada and Ceredada before I go completely off the deep end!)
( Here follow photos of UCSC's beautiful campus, and personal natterings )
When I was in college, I experienced the usual amount of drama: bad relationships, bad breakups, bad teachers, academic disillusionment, changing my major. But all of my memories of those four years are happy ones. And every time I visit, I can't stop smiling.
- remembering I have potstickers in the freezer
- grocery delivery
- everything is better now that I have cut my tumblr following list down to a manageable number of people
- small tax refund + insurance reimbursement = bonus money in my bank account! all of which is going into savings
- I don't actually believe I'm going to get one of the city-subsidized housing apartments I qualify for, but it's nice to dream
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jewels in joy designed (2670 words) by sabrina_il
Fandom: The 100 (TV)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin/Lexa
I'm deliberately not posting the summary here since the summary/fic contains spoilers for the season 2 finale! So, don't read it if you haven't finished the show yet.
I think the weirdest part was discovering that, in my limited reading so far, my fic is apparently the fluffiest thing anyone's written set in actual canon (rather than an AU set in modern times) post S2. I'm very pleased with this, since I appreciate a fandom that can go darker than an already relatively dark show, but also very weirded out! I'm not usually outdone in this category.
The other weird part is that I am now apparently invested in a f/f/m pairing only the f/f part of which is canon. SO WEIRD ON SO MANY LEVELS.
There's only one downside to advancing - well, aside from being enemies with zambonirider if they play the Caps in the second round - from here on out we're stuck with Pierre McGuire. Blergh.
Anyway, after that glorious series win, I ended up making black bottom cupcakes, though I guess I filled the cups too much because the cheesecake filling took over the tops completely. They smell really good, though.
Collection in a Studio Apartment
by Heather Styka
Sometimes I buy boxes
before knowing what
I might put inside
them. And then I have
a box to fill, black
cardboard with metal trim,
So many things can fill
a box: sea shells, matchbooks,
photos of Rome, plastic spoons,
tea bags. Or sometimes I buy
things to put inside, the way
one fills a bookshelf, each shelf
until enough books are
packed snugly like faces
in a queue of people.
When I'm alone on
a Sunday afternoon,
I rearrange according
to author, genre, color,
trying to avoid the inevitable
gap, three books short
of a full shelf. Rooms
desire to be filled until
they shout for more space.
And then one must
decide what is worth
keeping – will I use
that vase, those candles,
paperweights and letters?
And if one cannot part
with property, rooms
will be abandoned for larger
rooms, fresh and empty
like hotel drawers filled with nothing
but a notepad and a Gideon bible.
What temptation lies in large spaces,
barren closets, clear plastic boxes,
each like an open hand before
a covenant, each bin promising to hold
what I cannot throw out
but would rather not see.
....with one exception.
I once ran across the dramatization of the dev process (montage-like) on TV and watched because it's kind of soothing to watch developers suffering (they're like a floor away from me and I've had a bad week, okay?) until we got back to real time and I promptly lost my mind.
A Summary of the Horror:
They're like "almost there after weeks of (montage) work, oh noes there's a null character mcguffin plot reason thing must get it out like right now tonight no waiting!" or something like that, how do you even know this you just finished the last line and haven't compiled it...hold up, where are the design docs, I haven't seen any since this started, how are they--and they're all scanning the source code--scanning a million lines of source code with their eyes ON SINGLE MONITOR WHY, not even using a search algorithm--who does that, what kind of fucking IDE are you using, why don't you have color enabled to make this easier, wait, that looks like microsoft notepad with the background painted black-- "OH FOUND IT FIXING IT NOW" wait, no, did you erase something and then hit enter that's a new line, but go back, problem, the mcguffin wouldn't be in there, that's in a class file, why are you--hold up, what language is this-- "Okay, compiling now!" holy shit did you just-- "Almost done!" wait, what, no, you can't do that, you don't fly edit your code (that did like magic or word processing, they weren't clear) have you ever heard of debug or like-- "Okay, done, send it--" IN TEN SECONDS REAL TIME THAT WASN'T A MONTAGE "--to whothefuckever we can start distribution like next week awesome going to hawaii!" WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU DIDN'T EVEN RUN IT-- "Everyone go on vacation now bye!" NO NO YOU UNIT TEST SYSTEM TEST USER ACCEPTANCE LAST HAS TO CHECK FOR MEMORY LEAKS AND LOAD AT LEAST RUN SOME AUTOMATED SCRIPTS WHAT ARE YOU DOING DID YOU EVEN CHECK TO SEE IF IT EVER WORKED IN A REAL-TIME ENVIRONMENT BECAUSE YOU MACHINES ARE SET TO IDEAL CONDITIONS NOT THE WILDS OF PRODUCTION--
I'll spare you the rest--they say when the trauma becomes too much, the memory's blocked so sanity can be retained--but one thing's really just bothering me here.
In this ultra-tech, totally pro too many coffee cups suspiciously unstained and without chips or being shattered against the wall and no crumpled up design documents because the analysts are sadistic fucks and will give you three contradictory rules and don't understand how to use Visio or the concept of driver flow...all the super-cool computers only had one monitor each.
I get it now.
This is about a desperate dev team torpedoing the project due to hideous working conditions, inadequate equipment, lack of support personnel, and no design documents because they were set up to fail by an evil CEO who wanted to cut corners and get rid of the entire dev department to bring in an alien design team from Mars (who secretly plan to conquer the world because even aliens wouldn't agree to this nightmare unless they had another motive entirely) and now it all makes sense!
( this is totally what happens next )
I got a chance to chat with Wendy; that was nice.
I saw ckd; the name on the badge didn't mean much to me, but the blue shark picture did. "Oh!" I said. I know that shark! You are a helpful person who I have known in passing for years! So that was nice. He passed along greetings on behalf of aedifica as well.
Having seen him sillydrunk and being a fucking perfect unicorn the night before, it was no surprise that Naamen was gloriously hung-over.
The next little circle over was having a fascinating conversation about Supernatural. I had thoughts and feelings. It was thus that I met geardrops and doriangrayscale.
For the record, my feelings about Supernatural season 5 episode 22 are as follows:
( JUST WHAT. )
I was recommended "I Feel Better", by Hot Chip, which is … a bit surreal. I think this was around when lunch arrived, because Carrie had fries, and they were very very hot. There was basically nothing vegan on the menu, which is unfortunate.
Seanan had been Out of Town, but made an appearance for Lobbycon, in all her mantis shrimp rainbow hair glory. It was very good to see her!
We got around to exchanging twitter handles, and mentioned our strategies for dealing with some of the low-content sorts of people who seem to exist to recycle the same five links every three hours on Twitter. I was abruptly reminded of something I'd seen during an [off-topic] discussion of home automation.
"They're -- tweeting like a lightbulb," I said in disgust, and then had to explain.
Emma and Cynthia came back through, and that was great. Topics included Janelle Monae (yay afrofuturist art) and so many books and shiny things. There is a tool that will let you know when bands you like are going to be local to you, but I am not sure where to find it. I need to check out http://www.elizabethwein.com/sunbir
At some point after the valet line had cleared out, I retrieved Vash to load most of the heavy things.
Shweta and husband re-appeared also, and I went fishing for mippos with my party cane. (I have a cane with a rainbow tie-dye scarf attached to the front, and I had added a little book of paper for the con.)
Eventually it came time for the wrap party. That included some review of what had gone well, and who needed to either be sat down with a sock in his mouth or shown the door.
So there was a panel (which I didn't wind up going to, but sounded very interesting if I'd actually been making it to any panels) about how Whitey Brings Civilization is a toxic meme in general, and maybe when we're writing we might not want to do that thing.
So Whitey McMansplain in the audience stood up and started talking, apparently. ( Read more... )
Eventually the wrap party too was wrapped. Wendy and some guy who also had some muscles carried some soda down for me, as I was willing to take some home, but was sort of limited in what I was willing to carry at once. We loaded it up into my car. The valet dude on duty observed that the car sort of felt like he was going to die when starting. This was a Known Problem.
I headed home, not being quite up for Dinner With People after such a delightfully social weekend. This is such a lovely fun con, and I'm planning to return next year.
I curled up in bed early (for me). Before I fell asleep, I remembered that Aahz had been wearing an "I Break Rule 6" button, so I googled the phrase to see if I could find out the backstory. The backstory is amazing: http://rule6.info/timecon.html
My unexpected early rising schedule would continue for some time yet.
Or it may be because I still have a terrifying number of other tabs open, and I don't know where to start. Or because our recent spate of so-far-only-unsettling earthquakes has turned dangerous and disruptive. *knocks firmly on wood for NOT OPTION NUMBER 3, THANK YOU KINDLY*
The fic-flurry (AKA my White Collar renaissance) continues. pulangaraw said in a comment that it's like I'm writing a next season of WC, and (a) that's how it feels to me too (\o/), and (b) in that case, the next fic is the Mozzie-centric episode, more or less. And in the one after that, I'm mining an angst field. (Or fracking it? Heh.)
In other news, the boy has been showing me selected Bond movies. Until recently, I'd only seen The Living Daylights, which was my first and is still my favourite, and Daniel Craig's Casino Royale, which I didn't enjoy. (I'm in it for action/adventure/romance, not spies/grit/angst.) We watched the second Dalton one (which made me exclaim at several points, "Why is she kissing him? He's being a total douche!") and are now working our way through Pierce Brosnan. The second half of Tomorrow Never Dies was awesome. Michelle Yeoh FTW!
It's a shame Brosnan didn't get to be Bond when he was younger and prettier, though. *kicks Remington Steele producers, or whoever*
And on an entirely different note, Kdramas. We watched the first two episodes of Empress Ki a few weeks back and then had some problems with youtube and decided to wait till we had it on DVD, so now we're watching Dating Agency Cyrano, which is about the people who run an agency that uses social engineering to make people fall in love with each other, while various characters stand around going, "Are you sure this is ethical?" Plus some of the Cyrano workers are (adorable!) toasters/robots. It's not in my top 5, but it's fun and non-obnoxious. And Gong Yoo has a small part in the next episode. (OMG, I want to harvest all the pics from his facebook page. /dork)
FTR, as far as buying Kdramas on DVD goes, I've struck out three times now, and I think I'm done. From what I can tell, the Korean releases, some of which do have English subtitles, are gorgeous and perfect but usually retail for well over $100, and the more affordable versions (often Malaysian releases) are crappily produced, with poor picture quality and often in 4:3 aspect ratio, which makes me want to weep. So. I tried.
I know a lot of people stream their shows, but I don't want to watch stuff on my computer -- I want it on my TV, in front of my nice comfy couch. And while I could technically stream onto my TV, I'd have to navigate the web with my remote, which is just not happening.
Anyway. Lla lla lla... weekend! And still no Kdrama icon...
- I work for an employer that has actual retirement benefits
- made it to the HR information session only half an hour late despite oversleeping
- tea, English Breakfast, hot
- warm kitten purring on my lap
- my old favorite recipe blog Tigers & Strawberries, now sadly defunct but still extant and delicious
What I wrote wasn't Pepper and Natalie Rushman, either, though it kind of starts there. and it's not Strike Team Delta Reuniting after Coulson's death, but that's in there, too.
On Wednesdays, We Wear Pink (and Do Lunch) on AO3.
I've never seen Mean Girls, but Google tells me that is the quote associated with the word Wednesday, and who am I to argue? None of the women in this story wear pink, at any time. They could, but they don't.
(This is un-beta'd email fic. If you spot a typo, or a wonky word choice, because autocorrect is the bane of my existence, please let me know.)
A tumblr of accesibility victories in website design: a1lywins.
A REALLY GREAT post on latext condoms and why we are still using old tech. Latex condoms are the worst (spoiler, not actually the worst, but not as well as we could do.
Surprise! Giving women (even young women) reliable birth control results in improved educational outcomes and better lives. How many times do we have to prove this before people start acting on it? Education and family planning for women improves society as a whole.
Also surprise-not-surprise, Diets really fuck you up.
These sewing tools are at REALLY great prices. They have a snap setting press that will be mine sooooon.
THIS! This is a company specializing in connecting women with remote-friendly jobs. What a fabulous idea!
Watch this Kathy Sierra keynote. It is everything.
Here are the recipes I'm thinking of:
what should I make for my dad's birthday:
chocolate brownie cupcakes
black bottom cupcakes
cheesecake brownie bites
triple chocolate dump cake
cinnamon roll coffee cake
no bake chocolate cheesecake
I want chocolate cake cake
chocolate fantasy brownie bites
chocolate magic custard cake
I'm also interested in suggestions of things you've successfully made and enjoyed. Just remember that I will have to carry it on an hour-long train ride, but it's not supposed to be warm tomorrow (sigh) so it shouldn't be too terrible to schlep. And it probably shouldn't be too complicated, since I'll most likely be distracted by the Rangers game. *deep breaths*
Also, if you've read The Raven Boys, you know today is St. Mark's Eve. I'd hoped to have mousapelli's birthday story done by now (only a week late!) but boys are dumb and now there's this whole other thing, because Ronan, and I don't. But maybe soon? I hope.
In other sports news, ELEVEN IN A ROW. BARTOLO COLON'S DELIGHTFULLY NIMBLE UNASSISTED PICKOFF. BRING ON THE YANKEES. I know it's way too early to get excited, but if you understood how depressing the Mets have been for the last seven or eight years, you'd get why it's so exciting that they're doing so well now, even with Wright and d'Arnaud injured and Zack Wheeler gone for season. There's a reason my tag for them is "the existential futility of being a Mets fan." ("Delightfully nimble" is my new tag for Colon/the Mets. If you aren't enjoying the sight of a heavy 41-year-old dude picking a dude off and then tagging him out on his own, I don't even know what to tell you.)
I enjoyed the B-plot of last night's Elementary and wish it had been the A-plot, which was a bit too nasty to enjoy, imo. I wish the show would occasionally throw in a crime that isn't murder. Also, once I saw the guest star's name, there was no suspense. *hands* But I'm still enjoying the show though I haven't been talking about it much.
Anyway, here's today poem:
In Shakespeare a lover turns into an ass
as you would expect. People confuse
their consciences with ghosts and witches.
Old men throw everything away
because they panic and can't feel their lives.
They pinch themselves, pierce themselves with twigs,
cliffs, lightning, and die—yes, finally—in glad pain.
You marry a woman you've never talked to,
a woman you thought was a boy.
Sixteen years go by as a curtain billows
once, twice. Your children are lost,
they come back, you don't remember how.
A love turns to a statue in a dress, the statue
comes back to life. Oh God, it's all so realistic
I can't stand it. Whereat I weep and sing.
Such a relief, to burst from the theatre
into our cool, imaginary streets
where we know who's who and what's what,
and command with Metrocards our destinations.
Where no one with a story struggling in him
convulses as it eats its way out,
and no one in an antiseptic corridor,
or in deserts or in downtown darkling plains,
staggers through an Act that just will not end,
eyes burning with the burning of the dead.
Geoff has been getting some wonderful pictures, although I may not be able to post or link to any until I get home to a real computer and a real internet connection...
(For those who may be wondering how I managed this when my last vidding-related post was grr argh I can't clip these files -- turns out I can dump the whole files into FCP and scrub through them there for clips. Which is nifty. Though I do wonder whether at some point having all of those big files in there is going to slow my system down. But hey, so far, so good.)
How are y'all this morning?
Now to try to type up some bits of what's happened since then, if I have time before dinner...
2. Well, we didn't get a definitive answer from the vet, but we did get some antibiotics to try out and see if that helps her gums. I hope so! Meanwhile, now that we're giving her her old food, she's eating just fine...
3. We took a nice walk this evening. It's so nice now that it stays light later. It really makes me want to take evening walks more.
4. We got the new Mario Kart DLC! We only did a couple playthroughs of each of the new levels, but they all seem pretty fun. We're both so out of practice, though, as we haven't been playing at all recently. I want to start playing more often again.
* Eventually, Barrayar will deal with a Herm, a Ba, or some other non-binary individual taking up arms.
Armsbearers are only human, and in the course of everything that's gone down since the Time of Isolation, there have to have been enough who have scarpered or otherwise betrayed their oaths in a non-immediately-fatal way that they've had to be replaced. Barrayar being Barrayar, everything will need to be done properly, so I imagine there's some sort of ceremony for formally dismissing the absent Armsbearer from their duties, so the Count never exceeds his twenty at any given time. (And, Barrayar being Barrayar, there have got to be various machimi plays in which an Armsman appears to have betrayed his oath and then either comes back just in time before being formally cast off, or tragically comes back just too late and everyone suffers the consequences/regrets.)
Likewise, Vor are only human. At some point in the great tapestry of Barrayaran history, some Vor has to have betrayed one or more of their Armsbearers badly enough to violate the standards of the most lackadaisical of Emperors. I'm talking full-on "march into this mutagen for no good reason" bone-deep abusive horror terrible. In the Barrayaran military, it would be well past illegal orders. And in the face of that, what's an Armsbearer to do?
Some Armsbearers might well realize the limits of what a mortal ought to put up with, and call it quits. Some Armsbearers might take their oath deep enough to stand through even that, to the point where the Emperor might intervene and discharge them of their oath. Sometimes a Vor might betray an Armsbearer and then flee. In the absence of the responsible Vor, the heir would most likely hold the responsibility, or the nearest reasonable authority. The Armsbearer might have the choice of taking oath to the heir or choosing freedom.
What form would all these ceremonies take? Barrayaran oaths are very hand-centric, the hands of the vassal between the hands of the lord. One does wonder how people with limb differences manage on Barrayar -- does a hand lost in battle affect the ability to take or give oath? How about arthritis?
I could see an emperor having some terrible excuse for a Vor frog-marched in front of him, required to kneel. Perhaps the Emperor would hold the Vor's hands between his, looming over his subject and physically compelling obedience. If touching the erring subject was beneath the Emperor's dignity, perhaps two of the Emperor's armsmen take a hand each and place the Vor's hands around his Armsbearer's hands. The Vor would be made to recite the words of release, perhaps at the point of a sword or nerve disruptor. I think Gregor might take a grim pleasure in watching the Armsbearer's hands fly free, requiring the Vor to perform the last duties of a Vor before stripping him of his title.
Without another Vor, without the Emperor, left abandoned -- what might an Armsbearer do, to lay down arms in defiance of a deserted Count?
A List of all Zeus's kids.
It makes me wonder--again, that's just Zeus's shenanigans (or his and two other gods' divine urine on a blanket and create Urine AKA Orion, are you fucking with me?)--if there was a point in Ancient Greece where there was a greater than fifty percent chance one parent, your spouse, half the kids, and a number greater than one of your herd of sheep were your half-siblings and you just had to roll with it because Zeus.
Seperis: I'm imagining how visiting ancient greece there were warnings when you crossed the border
Seperis: Like "Do not have sex with the animals, it's always Zeus."
Seperis: "Do not have sex with the insects; it's probably Zeus."
Molly: Do not lie out in the rain...
Seperis: "Don't sleep--Zeus might get you, or Aphrodite just might like looking at you young forever."
Seperis: "Don't pet anything: it's definitely Zeus."
You are about to say "why would you think anyone would have sex with animals or insects and therefore need to worry about being knocked up by Zeus?"
I say "Have you read Greek mythology? There was a fifty percent chance you'd randomly turn into an animal yourself because Greece invented the deus ex machina, possibly inspired by Zeus's sex life."
If you're wondering why petting something would be on this list, see above.
Also, might want to stay out of the sun, any body of water, away from stiff breezes, any freshly tilled field, and blankets covered in urine. Also don't have a picnic, because ants.
Have a long eventual explanation of how I wish Daredevil were more like Revenge, actually.
Have complicated feelings around Daredevil in general, which boil down to, "You could be so good, but you fall prey to and then indulgently wallow in some of the worst parts of the comics themselves, and I have read Kevin Smith's Guardian Devil arc."