In Firefox, in accordance with my settings:
- when I open a new tab I get a blank page, and for most use cases I open a new tab, not a new window.
- when I start Firefox I get my previous windows and tabs.
- sometimes I need to open a new window. When that happens, Firefox shows me its fucking default start page. And so far I haven't been able to find the setting to tell it to give me a blank page instead. I could just change the homepage to something else, but I want a blank page. I want not to have my executive function stymied by "there is a thing there! Thing is not what I expected to see! What do?"
Edit: I set my homepage to "about:newtab". This worked. /o\
- So I had one of those floating in the pool thoughts that was so perfect that I came back to tumblr and I said, "Someone should write me the story of the time Rogelio de la Vega started a twitter campaign to get cast as Washington in the Miami production of Hamilton." And nestra DID and it's PERFECT. ♥♥♥ #rogelio my brogelio
- tavella linked me to this fascinating article about the long-standing community of Muslims in Wyoming, and a dude named Hot Tamale Louie.
- the article above also included a mention of Chief Joe Medicine Crow, which in combination with this book popping up on my daily goodreads update email (he's not involved in this story, I don't believe, but he did steal horses from Nazis in WWII, hence the connection in my brain), reminded me that I would like to read a biography of him, but I only found a kids' book? Idek. If you have any recommendations for books about him, that'd be neat. In the meantime, I'll just get that one, and hope that someday they make a miniseries about him.
- Which I guess is a nice lead in to Wednesday books, since it is Wednesday, and I have indeed read a book:
What I've just finished
The Watchmaker of Filigree Street by Natasha Pulley, which I liked but didn't love, mostly because ( spoilers )
The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers, which I enjoyed, though as I said in my goodreads review, it's more of a picaresque meander than a space opera. It's got a lot of Firefly in it, though, without all the racist worldbuilding, though this crew is legit and also has aliens (I enjoyed the aliens a lot), and despite all its issues, I do love Firefly. Kizzy certainly has a lot of Kaylee in her in DNA. It also has some tendency towards info-dumping, but I didn't mind that much.
What I'm reading now
I technically haven't started it yet, but Four Roads Cross, the fifth book in Max Gladstone's Craft Sequence came out yesterday, so I'll be reading that shortly.
What I'm reading next
Again, I loaded my iPad up with stuff, so it could be anything!
- In TV news, of the past few Steven Universe episodes, I liked "Restaurant Wars" best (it even made Ronaldo bearable! How did that even happen?), though I get what "Beach City Drift" was trying to do. I just hate Kevin so much that the whole episode was like nails on a chalkboard. Like, I dislike him in a much more visceral way than Marty, who is also pretty despicable. *hands* "Kiki's Pizza Delivery Service" was cute but slight.
- Lastly, I posted a story yesterday:
The Wild Chance of Living (@ AO3)
Star Wars; Ahsoka/Aphra, Vader, Rex; adult; 4,045 words
"Not like you to use a honey trap, though."
"That was not my intention."
I'm not sure that summary really captures what it's about? But it amused me and everything else felt too on the nose. Anyway! This is the story that was just supposed to be some one-night frenemies femslash between Aphra and Ahsoka, but of course, Vader had to push his way in because I'm never over the Anakin(Vader)/Ahsoka relationship, despite everything. (When I texted angelgazing that Vader was taking over my femslash, she was like, "Proof that he truly is evil!") So originally this was just that scene where he bursts in and the sex scene and in reverse chronological order because I thought I was being clever, but then I was like, this is either just a sex scene with a punchline (Vader walking in and being his weirdo self about the whole thing) or it was a story, and I realized it was a story about Ahsoka and her ability to adapt and survive, because she's the best, and how that plays out with some of the mentor figures in her life (Bail, Vader, Rex), with some fun ladyslash thrown in. (I still haven't figured out 1. how to write Obi-Wan, so he's always kind of a mcguffin in my stories, and 2. how to get him and Ahsoka in the same place for a shouty/huggy reunion, so he's like the mentor not appearing in this story.)
Anyway, I realize it's a niche product (you don't really need to know who Aphra is, though I enjoy her a lot in the Darth Vader comic), but the story insisted on jumping to the head of the line to be written, so there it is. I'm pleased with it, anyway.
And now, time to strap on the old bathing suit and hit the pool. Ah, vacation.
Thanks to everyone who's left comments or ratings on Amazon, B&N, GoodReads, LibraryThing, etc. It really does help. Also, remember you can request that your local library buy it for their collection. (And they may already have it in ebook if they have ebook lending services.)
I'll be at ArmadilloCon in Austin this weekend, and here's my schedule:
Sat 1100DR Autographing
Sat 11:00 AM-Noon Dealers' Room
Sa1300A Career Management for SFF Writers
Sat 1:00 PM-2:00 PM Southpark A
Cheney, Chu, Eudaly, Landon*, McKay, Wells
Sat 3:00 PM-3:30 PM Conference Center
(I'll probably read something from The Harbors of the Sun)
Sa1600A Gender Roles in Fantasy
Sat 4:00 PM-5:00 PM Southpark A
Clarke, Fischer, Moyer, Muenzler*, Wells
From fairy tales, to Tolkien, to today's urban fantasy and dark fantasy, how are authors experimenting (or not experimenting) with gender and gender roles?
Link: How Creating Inclusive Sci-Fi/Fantasy Sparked a Culture War by Lynne M. Thomas
Both Chicks Dig Time Lords and “Dinosaur” are routinely attacked on the Internet by certain people (a parody of “Dinosaur” made it onto this year’s Hugo Award ballot due to a slate and as part of a campaign of ongoing harassment directed at its writer). These works are derided by people who believe inclusive SF/F is bad for the genre, or just plain bad. These works were pointed to as the reasons for creating certain Hugo Award slates over the last few years. A well-known alt-right website weirdly implied that Tor Books was responsible for the Hugo nominations for those two works since they were so bad. (I’ve never worked for Tor.) There have been dozens of articles written about my work and what is wrong with it; most of them don’t mention my name.
And yeah, it's historic that we nominated the first woman to be president, but if she - a talented politician with a lifelong political career - loses to this buffoon, I don't know how we come back from that.
After the doctor.
My sleep schedule has been fucked up lately, a little more than usual. But I managed to get enough sleep in two chunks so that when morning-ish hit, I was vaguely well-rested, if rather more inclined to get chatty about stuff on IM than usual.
I can recommend tunic-length loose tops for ultrasounds where you don't have to take your shirt off. They give you a modicum of body-modesty that doesn't involve juggling a drape.
( Read more... )
The imaging techs don't get to discuss any of your results with you. That's for the doctors. So I was absent any more practical information about what was going on, but slightly less physically comfortable due to some of the joysticking about in my nethers.
I had changed back, left the department, and was nearly in the bathroom when my phone started ringing. It was an unfamiliar number, but also a 602 number, and so I answered it.
It was Dawn! I had kept trying to get in touch with her, but her phone kept going straight to voicemail, so I'd finally resorted to leaving a message on Facebook, where there were signs of life.
She had bad news. She'd intended to call me last night, but there had been a death in the family. I told her my two big items of news. And now I have her new number.
My phone has been chewing through battery unfortunately quickly lately, but I called norabombay anyway, and we chattered about things. Then I picked up a new showerhead and some teflon tape at Home Depot, and came home.
I'm having a bit of a hard time this week, and I don't think it's going to get much easier until sometime late next week, at which point it will be differently hard.
Purple and I discussed dinner, but he was kind of stressed (presentation, and he hates making slides) and tired, and I was just drained, so we called a pass. Tomorrow, maybe.
For the past couple days I'd not been using the bouncyball as my desk chair, and the lack of motion had been beginning to get to me. I've noticed that in part due to the bouncyball, stairs have been easier for me when I've had to encounter them! This is good, and I will continue to watch for improvements.
Purple continues to be a voice of reason to me on a good many issues, and I deeply appreciate it. He also refuses to serve as chaperone. "In my day you couldn't even talk while dating!"
I had an interesting conversation about preferences in smut with more than one friend, more or less simultaneously. The juxtaposition was amusing. ( Read more... )
After that entertaining conversation, it was just about time for bed, at which point I remembered that I needed to fix the shower.
Fortunately, unscrewing everything, applying new teflon tape, and screwing it back together proved to fix all of the things. I could wish for such an easy fix on many more. I guess I take the unneeded new shower head back to Home Depot in tomorrow's errands or something.
Then the less good news. Ruby and Pearl both have colds and spent the day resting in front of the fire at my parents’ house. Pearl likes to lie down, literally in the cinders like Little Polly Flinders, so she is extremely warm and her clothes are filthy.
I, for one, am sick of this month of illness.
2. Tomorrow is Wednesday but I don't have to go in to work at 6:30 because the person who opens the store on Wednesdays is back from Japan!
3. It definitely felt a lot cooler today. I don't think there was that much of an actual difference temperature-wise, but the house actually feels pretty decent.
4. I finished reading another book! That's nine this year and it's still only July. Last year I read ten, the year before that two (an all-time low), and the year before that only three, and then ten again the year before that. In 2011 I read 24 books, which I don't think is going to happen this year, but I could probably easily do twenty. I've already read more manga than last year, too.
5. These kitties just keep on being so cute!
Other than watching Kdramas, I'm mostly coughing and failing to communicate with anyone. I've left the house exactly twice in the last 6 days, both times to have lunch with the boy.
Plus it was Heat Wave Time so as soon as I get home from work I just want to melt into a 2-dimensional puddle with maximum heat-shedding surface area. Will I get four cosplays finished in the next two days? Stay tuned!
Anyway one of the panels I'm doing at con.txt is for AO3 tips & tricks, so, circle mine, what useful thing about the AO3 do you think I should share (ways to use the archive, docs or help resources, external tools, etc.)
And now I’m stuck there with a nonrefundable plane ticket and the costs of all these goddamn hotels, and there’s literally no one I give a shit about seeing there other than meeting up with my friends who were also going to see Sebastian. They didn’t even say whether the refund means the entire cost of admission, or if I’ll have to buy an actual pass for the fucking con, a con I really have no interest in attending. I have always hated Chicago--every time I go there something shitty happens, last year was the only year I’ve gone where it was actually a relatively pleasant trip and no disasters. I should have known.
I am so bummed. I didn’t really care about the autographs, but I was looking forward to actually seeing his pretty face in person and he's always such an entertaining panelist.
Star Wars; Ahsoka/Aphra, Vader, Rex; adult; 4,045 words
"Not like you to use a honey trap, though."
"That was not my intention."
Let's imagine Aphra was working for Vader pre-ANH. Set post-Rebels s2. Title from Denise Levertov. Read it at AO3.
( The Wild Chance of Living )
Feedback is adored.
The Historic Fantasy Storybundle has representation from a wide spectrum of sexualities. Character sexuality doesn't always fit well into a book blurb, but here’s what I've been able to identify, with the help of the authors. She has a post here: http://alpennia.com/blog/and-then-histo
Below is a post on the women and their relationships in her fantasy novel Daughter of Mystery, which is included in the bundle:
A Web of Women
by Heather Rose Jones
My goal for Daughter of Mystery was to write a ripping good tale of adventure, love, and intrigue. Set in the fictitious country of Alpennia in the early 19th century, Margerit Sovitre is resigned to abandoning her philosophical studies for the approved goal of making a good marriage. When her godfather unexpectedly leaves her a fortune--including a mysterious bodyguard named Barbara--the world opens up along paths she never expected. But those paths, as well as her developing talent for thaumaturgy thrust her into the center of Alpennian politics and soon she and Barbara must flee an accusation of treason.
Beyond the straightforward mind-candy of the adventure (though I like to hope it’s in the “artisanal dark chocolate” category of mind-candy) one underlying theme began to pervade not only Daughter of Mystery but the initial sketches for its sequels: the networks and communities that women build in the face of a society that excludes them from the formal structures of power and agency. Men’s actions may precipitate both Margerit’s hazards and opportunities, but it’s among women that she finds the allies to achieve her goals.
The developing romance with Barbara is only the most obvious source of strength. A spinster aunt lends the orphaned Margerit the cover of her respectability, seeing in Margerit the opportunity to finally seize her own small measure of independence. In the capitol of Rotenek, Margerit is welcomed by a loose community of female scholars, from fashionable upper-class dilettantes to hard-headed working-class women hoping for a better life. Her inheritance gives Margerit entrée to a new social world in Rotenek, but it is the female allies she finds there who teach her how to use it for her own purposes. When disaster strikes, the nuns of Saint Orisul’s offer sanctuary both for body and mind, and in the final crisis Barbara’s ties to an ex-lover bring crucial assistance.
In the sequel, The Mystic Marriage, we see this web of women woven ever more strongly: bound as colleagues, patrons, friends, lovers, and kindred both by blood and choice. Or rather, more of this web is revealed to the reader, for Margerit and Barbara and their friends are only dipping into a vast river that has always flowed through their lives. In the third book, Mother of Souls, that web is harnessed to support each other in their endeavors: a college, an opera, protecting the very future of Alpennia.
Women’s ties and friendships often go overlooked, both in history and in literature. But because the very premise of my stories was to focus on women’s lives and their relationships to each other, it was easy and natural to bring these elements to the fore. Not that men have no place in the stories--far from it. They feature strongly as allies and adversaries. But the nature of early 19th century European society sets barriers between the lives of men and women that make the quality of the interactions distinct.
I didn’t consciously choose the setting of my story for this purpose, though my own historic interests made it a natural outgrowth. It’s hard to know who we are unless we know who we have been. So many aspects of the lives of women--and particularly of women who love women--have been dismissed or erased from the histories we are fed. Yet the traces and clues are there to follow and to build on. Although I write fiction, it is not necessary to invent whole-cloth to participate in the creation of a usable history of women’s lives and lesbian lives. Fortunately, the roads are better paved and more clearly marked these days than they were when I first started writing in the late ‘70s. My own preference is to ground my historic fiction in fact, not in wishful thinking. (Well, ok, except for the bits with magic.) And in this I am grateful to my own “web of women”: Judith Bennett, Lillian Faderman, Emma Donoghue, Barbara Hanawalt, Sahar Amer, Bernadette J. Brooten, Lotte C. van de Pol, Harriette Andreadis, Judith Brown, Valerie R. Hotchkiss, Carol J. Clover, Helena Whitbread, Edith Benkov, Jacqueline Murray, and so many others (whom I don’t mean to slight by this very partial listing, nor do I mean to slight the male scholars whose work has been useful).
One of the difficulties of writing the lives of lesbians--whether real or fictional--in history is to situate them in the context of a “community of the mind” of women-identified women. Without that context, it is hard to avoid an endless series of coming-out stories: “What is this thing I’m feeling? I must be the Only One!” That may have been the experience for many women, but when presented as the norm or as the only voice it becomes a dreary disempowering monotony. In writing the Alpennian novels, it was important to me to choose to write from that subset of stories where my characters operate within a history and a community, not only as women, but specifically as women who love other women. Historic fiction has a great power to grant the reader a share in ownership of the past. Daughter of Mystery may be meant to entertain, it is also meant to claim that ownership.
Yesterday I went to sleep at 9:30pm and today woke up... merely human levels of exhausted. Like, yawning through work, mild headache, difficulty focusing tired, instead of about to collapse tired. Sigh.
Anyway, I have nothing to report or update, so instead let me just share some cool things.
1. I saw a rec for this story on twitter and it's turned out to be absolutely amazing. Part fanfic, part poem, part parody, part original SFF: Especially Heinous: 272 Views of Law & Order SVU. Ostensibly it's a short reaction/reivew/summary of every episode of L&O: SVU that's ever aired, but really it's... something else entirely. A factual description of what happens on the show, and a description that has nothing to do with the show at the same time. Over the seasons it develops its own plot, with its own AU and shipping, and the ending is straight out of fandom's greatest desire.
It's difficult to summarize this story, or to pick one except to demonstrate all that it is. I'm torn between quoting something profound and something hilarious, since this story has both. The hilarious bits are mostly one-liners, strewn like punctuation. I literally laughed out loud every time I hit one. But I'll have to quote a sequence without them:
“Misleader”: Father Jones has never touched a child, but when he closes his eyes at night, he still remembers his high school girlfriend: her soft thighs, her lined hands, the way she dropped off that roof like a falcon.
“Chat Room”: Convinced that her teenaged daughter is in danger from cyber predators, a father takes a crowbar to the family computer. He throws the remaining pieces into the fireplace, strikes a match. His daughter complains of a light head, a burning in her chest. She calls him “Mom” with tears in her voice. She dies on a Saturday.
“Contact”: Stabler discovers that his wife believes she saw a UFO, back when she was in her early twenties. He lies awake all night, wondering if this explains the memory loss, the PTSD, the night terrors. His wife wakes up weeping and screaming, on cue.
“Remorse”: At night, Stabler makes a list of the day’s regrets. “Didn’t tell Benson,” he scrawls. “Ate more burrito than I had room for. Misspent that gift card. Hit that guy harder than I meant to.” His wife comes up behind him and rubs his shoulder idly before crawling into bed. “Haven’t told my wife today. Will probably not tell her tomorrow.”
Just. READ THIS STORY. It's so good. It's part essay, part fiction, part fanfic, and wholly wonderful.
2. One of my friends who started out as a nail polish blogger has been quietly making jewelry for the last few years, and now, finally, has launched her own store on Etsy. I'm super excited about this because she is, like me, a child immigrant, and getting herself to a place where she could admit to being an artist and taking a risk has been pretty huge. Anyway, this is her store.
The jewelry is all pretty affordable and she ships worldwide. For me highlights include: this Slytherin owl, sunflower bracelet, rose guitar pendant and the steampunk owl.
And of course, if you know people who might be into this kind of jewelry, spreading the word would be appreciated.
3. So I've recced emungere's fics here before - I think I've read her Hannibal stuff dozens upon dozens of times by now - and now I'm reccing her original fic (which I... don't think I've done before? Maybe I have). She's about to release the 4th book in her original series, and so for a day the first book was free on amazon. However I am a giant failboat who's been buried under stuff and I didn't realize this was happening until it was too late to fit it into a post.
So, Songs You Know By Heart is now 0.99$, which I think is still a pretty sweet deal. I enjoyed this book a lot, it deals with a lot of weird issues regarding consent and does so reasonably well, I think. If you want any spoilers I'm here for that, of course.
4. Two small things happened lately that made me think the universe doesn't ENTIRELY hate me. A few days ago in one of my mad dashes in between a billion things, I had to go to the pool (therapy for my back, which is now on a very specific schedule since I have a therapist for a while), and when I got dressed after swimming -> hot tub -> shower, I found a clean pair of underwear in my pool bag. I cannot describe from a gesture from above that was. I hadn't packed it! Because I forgot, as usual. My pool bag is like 50% clothes and objects that I really should have taken upstairs and washed but keep forgetting. And here! A clean pair of underwear! O_O I felt blessed.
And then today, my building at work, which is a pokestop, had a lure module plugged in by someone who wasn't me. I went to buy a soda and spent like 20 minutes sitting on the porch catching pokemon. It was SO GREAT. Which is to say, inkstone has started pokestop! For all the Pokemon Go gamers who are on DW.
The long-term implications are even more unsettling. Because of the 2002 McCain-Feingold Act and the Supreme Court’s Citizens United ruling in 2009, the roles of the national committees have been greatly reduced since the 1990s. For the Democrats, serious research is done by American Bridge, and polling and independent expenditures related to television, online efforts, and fieldwork are done by super PACs. There’s just not a lot, comparatively speaking, for the Russians to have found in the DNC’s servers. What is ominous is the Russians’ willingness to aggressively hack one of the major political parties in what appears to be an effort to manipulate the results of an American election.
If the Russians can get in to the severs of the White House, the State Department, and the DNC, then it is possible they can retrieve the digital and data infrastructure of the Democratic Party and its allies in organized labor and liberal interest groups. They have now crossed over from simply infiltrating documents and data to exfiltrating documents to shape public opinion and the democratic elections that determine control over the power of the state.
Could the Russians wipe out the voter registration rolls in an effort to shape the electorate to benefit Donald Trump? Just last week the Illinois State Board of Elections announced it had been hacked, “most likely from a foreign (international) entity.”
And what about the Democrats’ advantage in data and analytics? It depends upon the integrity and security of the data. What if hackers installed malware that severely damaged NGP-VAN, the system that Democrats use for targeting and contacting voters? In 2012 the Republicans tried to create a similar system; it was a disaster, causing chaos in its get-out-the-vote operation.
Consider that in 2002, Republican operatives jammed the phone lines of Democratic phone banks in New Hampshire, possibly costing them a seat in the U.S. Senate. Hackers might be tempted to try something similar, gumming up Democratic get-out-the-vote efforts across the battleground states. Or, more stealthily, they might prevent some voters from showing up in voter contact lists.
2. I finally got the house vacuumed today and it feels (and looks!) so much nicer. The noise of the vacuum bothers Carla and the cats, and holding the vacuum hose makes my hand/arm hurt (yay RSI), so we've been trying to get by with just sweeping, but it's really not the same.
3. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning, which means I'm going in to work late, which means I get to sleep in a bit.
4. I've been having Triscuits and hummus a lot lately and it's so tasty. (And an easy meal for when it's hot and I don't feel like cooking.)
5. Look at this sweet Molly face!
Fuck Everyone and Everything
I am so sick and tired of dealing with everyone’s fucking feelings and this bullshit about being cheated. Not only was Bernie not cheated out of the nomination, it’s all so besides the fucking point. Despite the sporadic few states in which Russia’s favorite fauxgressive Jill Stein and the glibertarian shitshow are on the ballot, this election is a binary construct if you intend to vote.Especially on a day like today, when the polls favor Trump, the Democrats are committing a public suicide, Bernie Sanders can't corral his supposed supporters (which anyone could have predicted; it's exactly why we were furious at his campaign tactics even when we agreed with his substance), and I want to crawl into a hole.
Read Susan Kuklin's Beyond Magenta: Transgender Teens Speak Out, which I borrowed from the library on a whim. This is interviews with 6 trans teenagers, by a journalist/photographer. The teens themselves were interesting people, but although the reporter was entirely well-intentioned and willing to be educated/to educate herself, the reporting was very 101, and the presumed audience cisgender teens and adults.
The interviewees were two boys, two girls, and two non-binary people (one of whom was intersex as well.) Five of them were from New York, one from Wisconsin. I think they were all eighteen or nineteen. All but two of them had portrait photos with their interviews (one of them mother-daughter photos, and her mother had not started out supportive.) Of the two who didn't, one of them had non-identifying photos at the request of his family, the other one told the author she wasn't comfortable having photos taken.
Listening to the Archangel Shakespeare recording of The Winter's Tale. I am not sure whether to list this under books or under tv and movies, since it's not so much an audiobook as a full play in a recording studio with sound effects and very nice incidental music. The acting is GOOD. And the play is one I haven't read before, and was only familiar with the vaguest details of the plot (Leontes mistakenly believes Hermione has been unfaithful to him with his friend Polixenes, badness ensues.) I chose this play to listen to because winter seemed like the right time for a winter's tale.
The cast includes Sinead Cusack (a mature, self-controlled Hermione), Ciaran Hinda (a suitably dramatic Leontes), Paul Jesson (a friendly, garrulous Polixenes), and Eileen Atkins (my favourite, a brisk, no-nonsense Paulina.)
Still reading The Goblin Emperor. Maia has just had dinner with the Goblin Ambassador, and is contemplating his impending nuptials.
Still reading Les Mis, at the rate of about 5pp/day. Valjean and Cosette have entered a convent, and Hugo has disgorged a whole lot of racist bullshit about monasticism and progress.
Reread the star to every wandering bark by somebraveapollo, and read We That Are Young, by a_t_rain, because I was in the mood for Shakespearean Vor. The former is Aral/Cordelia and references The Winter's Tale, the latter is Piotr and his cousins as children, and references King Lear.
TV and Movies
Forgot to watch the last three episodes of Cleverman before they expired on iView. :(
Finished playing Dragon Age: Awakening. I didn't like it as much as Origins. I was really sick of my Warden, made some bad choices early on but didn't have the sense to go back and start again, and didn't really bond with any of the companions. (And about the Mother? I am just gonna say, making your villain grotesque by making her fat with saggy tits is a trope I would be happy never to see again. Call me when it's the protagonist (female OR male OR non-binary) who is fat with saggy tits. Or the love interest. But preferably the protagonist, because really, it's been villains and disliked bystanders and no one else for long enough that the pendulum needs to swing a bit harder in the other direction.) Looking forward to Dragon Age 2, though.
Did my first (neutral path) play-through of Undertale. That... was a thing.
Okay, so I loved it, I will definitely be doing a second play-through, but wow.
Some content notes: ( spoiler cut here, although I'm not giving specifics )
Highly recommended if you like monsters, monstrosity, and meditations on what makes a monster, guilt, redemption, and sin, and the tropes, graphics, and soundtracks of 90s Nintendo games.
An instant later I woke up and knew, with absolute certainty, that my central nervous system was telling me the following things:
- You must get out of bed and go pee right now.
- When you return, maybe don't get under all the covers.
To Track the Beast (3333 words) by Dorinda
Fandom: Peacemakers (2003)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Larimer Finch/Jared Stone
Characters: Larimer Finch, Jared Stone, Katie Owen
Additional Tags: Western, Angst, Law Enforcement, Post-Canon, First Time
Finch hesitated by the back door into the parlor, where the door curtains had been drawn against the night. He'd become accustomed to just walking in of an evening, and it felt strange to stop himself. But he couldn't quite imagine Stone being as happy to see him as he had been lately, looking up over his glasses with that smile that some might almost call shy.
Man I love Peacemakers. So promising, so short-lived, alas. I feel like it was tragically ahead of its time, before the days when lots of cable channels are producing original drama series and thriving. I think it would fit in perfectly right now, a western about the transitional period into modern criminal science. It had a lot of interesting things to say, and great characters to say it with. If you're ever curious to see it, last I heard it was actually on Hulu, although I can't check at the moment.
This story was inspired by my H/C Bingo card, although it itself did not really turn out to be H/C. I should dig that card out and give it another look; it had all kinds of inspirational topics on it.
2, Ruby has been exhausted ever since she did karate but nonetheless set off to school with some enthusiasm today. PrePrimary are having a presentation on why hospitals are good. I thought she might be reluctant to go as she has well founded fears of hospitals, but instead she took my suggestion that she would be an ‘expert’ and ran with it. She knows *all* about hospitals, down to being a connoisseur of the best waiting rooms at the local children’s hospital.
3, I was finally well enough to start cleaning up the backlog in the house. For example, the things brought home at the end of last term are now put away.
And pollwise it seems as though disgruntled white men - ones who are sort of indistinguishable from the trolls who objected to Ghostbusters - are going to bring it about. With an assist from Russia, apparently, and here we thought we'd won the Cold War.
But I'm here and I spent most of today in the pool, which is basically how I plan to spend most of the week. I am a huge fan of being in the water, and the pool is the best water to be in - not trying to knock you down like the ocean and not too cold like a lake, though let's not kid ourselves, the water was not bathtub warm today despite a string of 90° days recently. But it was so nice. The mingled scents of chlorine and Coppertone is one of my favorite smells - I would smell like that always if it were feasible.
So far my only problem with staying here is that everything I own is now covered in dog hair, even the things I haven't yet unpacked. Tuck is mighty that way. He sheds a lot (he's a pitbull/shepherd mix; very sweet tempered, mostly [he tends not to like men] but oy with the shedding), all over.
Meanwhile, there are exciting things happening in San Diego:
Most importantly, the Wonder Woman trailer. GIVE IT TO ME. PLEASE DON'T SUCK. (Please tattoo this gif set on the inside of my eyelids #ladies with swords #always be wonder woman)
Also, the Justice League trailer looks promising. AQUAMAN. BRUCE AND DIANA LIKE THE DANNY AND RUSTY OF THE DCEU. DEAR DC: PLEASE GIVE ME THIS ONE THING. PLEASE. #otp: i'm a rich kid with issues I'm also enjoying their characterization of Batman, though we all know that Lego Batman is the best, truest movie Batman characterization.
And while the Flash in the JL trailer is okay, Grant Gustin will always be Barry Allen to me now. Season 3 looks pretty amazing. CISCO!!!!!! CURSE YOUR DOPENESS VIBE!!!!
Hopefully there will be an ALL SINGING, ALL DANCING FLASH EXTRAVAGANZA. I am just saying.
And though I haven't seen a trailer or footage, I am definitely enjoying looking at Melissa Benoist and Tyler Hoechlin, though I'm a little sad he's shaved the beard. I really want soft-bro Clark and beardy Superman. #actual superfamily (also will this be the first time ever I tag something #cousins unironically? I guess we'll see!)
And in the universe next door, LUKE CAGE Y'ALL. POWERMAN. (This sounds amazingly cool: The song for the trailer, like what appears to be most aspects of Luke Cage, was carefully chosen. According to Variety, the show's executive producer Cheo Hodari Coker claims that music was pivotal in the creation of Luke Cage. Every episode is named after a song from '80s hip hip duo Gang Starr, and Ali Shaheed Muhammad of the iconic '90s trio A Tribe Called Quest will help compose the show's score. Coker even claimed in an interview with Entertainment Weekly that the show has a "90s hip-hop vibe." At this year's Comic Con, he added, "It's what I call the Wu Tang-ification of the Marvel universe".)
And also, the cast of BLACK PANTHER. HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. PLEASE PUT YOUR MOVIE IN MY EYEBALLS SOON. (Also please tell me that Florence Kasumba will also appear in it.)
And now it's the time when I switch from coffee to wine. And I have to go heat up some chicken cutlet parm for dinner, so I'll leave you with visions of superheroes dancing in my head.
Original air date: April 21, 1997
Director: Richard Martin
Writers: Michael O'Mahony and Sacha Reins
Synopsis: In flashback, Hugh Fitzcairn tricks Duncan into helping him steal the crown jewels; centuries later, Duncan tricks Amanda into helping him steal the Stone of Scone so he can return it to Scotland.
Episode Transcript: is here.
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Having been to see my grandmother, I decided I ought to complete the set, and went along with my dad's next visit to see his parents on 3 July. I was a bit worried about the trip there and back (my dad and I in confined spaces doesn't always end well) but actually it was ok - we're both so upset by the referendum result that we have much more common ground than usual, and we talked politics all the way down.
The visit itself was mostly OK; my grandfather is difficult at the best of times, with a tendency towards - I'm not going to say "depression" because I have no idea if that's clinically true, but he's usually downbeat and grumpy about life, the universe, and everything, and then he has a number of chronic health conditions that leave him largely immobile and in constant pain, which exacerbates things considerably, and also he spends most of his day in a confined space with my nan, who is in the early stages of dementia and continually annoys him by forgetting things or having the same conversation repeatedly. His life is hard, and I'm very sorry for him, but it's often very hard to spend time with him. It's easier with multiple people in the conversation, though.
What happened fairly early on, though, was that my nan decided that I was going to take her out to buy lunch (which everyone had already said we didn't want, partly because it was only mid-morning and partly because she's not actually safe cooking any more, and really it's just easier to avoid it...) which turned into a walk along the sea front, and one of the nicest times I've spent with her, well, ever. My nan is my favourite grandparent and always was; we've got less in common than I do with either of my grandfathers, but we've always been very fond of each other.
It was a genuinely beautiful day, hot and dry and sunny and a pleasure to be out in; the sea front was full of other people enjoying it, but not so full it felt crowded, there were benches everywhere for when we needed to stop and sit down for a while, the view over to Cardiff was the clearest I've ever seen it, everything was lovely. I don't actually remember the last time I was by the sea, but the smell of the seaweed baking in the sun was taking me right back to childhood. The only problem was that I was dressed in my usual jeans-and-black-t-shirt, expecting to spend the day indoors, and had no hat or suncream with me, which I realised was a mistake too late to do anything about it! I came home impressively pink, after several years of carefully avoiding sunburn (I am a delicate pale flower and burn too easily not to be cautious - my usual rucksack has suncream in it permanently, but I hadn't brought a bag!). Oddly, it wasn't at all painful, except for a small patch on my forehead.
Nan's a pretty good walker for 84, so her top speed was about right for me, and we went half-a-mile along the coast (with a couple of rests), stopped at a nice pub for her to have tea and cake, then half-a-mile back (more rests) and an ice-cream van 99 Flake for her to finish up. We chatted the whole way, and it was so nice just to spend time with her like that; the dementia is definitely there, but she's still cheerful and she remembers who we all are and what we're up to, so we can talk about my brother's children, or my job, or my sister's house - we can still have a proper conversation. But particularly having seen my grandmother so recently makes me very aware of how much that's going to change; there aren't going to be many more chances to talk to her like this, and it's inevitably sad, even in the middle of a lovely day.
2. Busy day at work, but I feel like I got stuff done (and didn't have to stay late, though I almost never do on weekends, since I work until closing).
3. So glad I got my hair cut. The heat and humidity have been that much more bearable.
4. Look at this cutie Chloe peeking under the bathroom door!