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([personal profile] batwrangler Aug. 25th, 2016 07:25 am)
Twelve, twelve terrific transformations, the number of the day is TWELVE, ah ha ha!

As of yesterday the first chrysalis was still intact and one of my remaining "caterpillars of concern" (in a separate enclosure because they didn't seem to be eating as much or growing as quickly as the others) successfully became a chrysalis, bringing the total to twelve.

This morning, the first chrysalis eclosed. Yay! (Sorry for the blurriness of the image; I was running late and barely had time to put some fruit in the enclosure and snap a picture before I had to leave for work.)
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([personal profile] dglenn Aug. 25th, 2016 05:24 am)

"Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free." -- Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi (b. 1207, d. 1273-12-17)

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([personal profile] the_shoshanna Aug. 25th, 2016 04:55 am)
I don't think I've managed to sleep at all, I'm exhausted but wide awake, and I have a Difficult Thing to do in four hours.

#existential wail
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([personal profile] azurelunatic Aug. 25th, 2016 01:07 am)
Purple has a flip-phone that's about ... 5? 6? years old now. It charges off MiniUSB (not MicroUSB). Every now and then someone calls him "Captain Kirk" for using it. This tends to result in some parking lot improv.

Every now and then someone suggests to Purple that because he is a software engineer in the tech industry, perhaps he should be getting with a smartphone. Purple has a standard rant prepared for this occasion. The gist of it is:

Purple has a home phone. Purple has a work phone. When you find a smartphone plan that costs $100 a year, come tell him about it. Meanwhile, Purple is over here with his prepaid flip phone, which works perfectly well at getting him calls and texts while he is out and about; while he is out and about he is also not likely to need to be emailed, because he's generally driving or at dinner or in some other situation where really, you should not need email. (Also, in recent years he has added an iPad to his set of gear, and you often don't need a second portable computing machine at that point.)

Now, that's been the situation for nearly as long as I've known Purple. It's something that I've come to accept and even like about him.

Over the past months and weeks, Purple has noticed that his signal has become patchy. His noble little cellphone (which often does fun tricks like leaving the screen light on, which chews through battery, or failing to charge for some reason, or occasionally even pocket-dialing) has been getting signal in fewer places. First he noticed he wasn't getting it reliably inside his office anymore. (That chewed up battery.) Then there were other spots of spotty service. At some point, his prepaid cell outfit gently pointed out that his little old phone was 2G only, and the 2G network around these parts is going away. Soon. Now. And maybe you should get a new phone, bro.

I would describe myself as a procrastinator.
I would describe Purple as the kind of procrastinator who will cheerfully spend 15 minutes every week and a half to twice a week (depending on temperature) using a cigarette lighter plug portable air compressor to refill his slow-leaking tire, for over a year, rather than making the appointment to get the tire fixed or replaced. (I cannot throw too many stones. He knows where a lot of my stuff is hidden, too.)

Purple has allowed as how he will probably need to get himself a new prepaid flip phone that uses a slightly more modern cell network, and maybe takes a charger that more people are likely to have on them. He allows as how he may continue to put this off.

Last Friday at the ex-co-worker-crowd dinner, Purple invited his old friend GG (and her husband) as well as Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly and me. I texted Purple to let him know that I was running about 10 minutes late. I arrived to find that he hadn't got my text, as he'd no signal in the restaurant. Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly arrived somewhat after me. She'd become delayed in some event-related fuckery on 101. She'd tried to call Purple!

GG proceeded to give Purple a hard time about his Luddite refusal to have a smartphone, pointing out that Purple is a well-paid engineer who can afford a fucking smartphone and a data plan. GG does this sort of thing, it turns out -- gives Purple a hard time about things. And Purple continues to be his cheerfully procrastinatory and stubborn self.

I learned long ago that when Purple took a hard stance about something, that I was wasting everyone's time if I kept arguing about it, and the way to get around it was to accept his viewpoint and let him get around to it in his own time. Possibly by setting a good example by way of my own anti-procrastination efforts. Occasionally by saying "Eh, maybe you should get on that thing?" but not when he'd just been ranting about it.

Tonight I was halfway to dinner when I realized that I hadn't let Purple know that after we'd agreed on a time and place, I'd poked our mutual friend phone (whose favorite lunch spot it was) to let him know that we were convening for dinner and he'd be welcome. I thought about texting (hands-free, wheeee!) but realized: Purple wouldn't get that text. Anyway, I wasn't sure whether phone would be able to make it. So, we might as well see if he showed up...

I eventually remembered to text phone to let him know where we were sitting. He and his boyfriend showed up quite promptly thereafter, and we took a bit bigger table, and had a lovely time.

I may inquire gently with Purple, tomorrow, when he thinks he's going to actually get that new flip phone. 💜💜💜☎️🙄😘
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([personal profile] marahmarie Aug. 25th, 2016 01:50 am)

Just fixed the last three public posts for drunk-blogging errors. I mean, I'm bad enough sober (warning: I'm sober), but drunk-blogging is just like, cringe-inducing. I haven't engaged in much of it over the years (and most of it was on my other blog, where yeah, anyone would need a good stiff drink, or three, to deal with that audience) but after seeing the results of my latest bout of this sort of blogging I don't think I'll do it again.

Then again it's FUN it's really FUN

Which reminds me (or did what I'm about to say remind me I was drunk-blogging? Hmmmm) there's a real reason women drink (warning: I'm a woman) but the author, now sober, can't seem to find it. This read was almost as cringe-inducing as checking out my drunk-blogging, because as snarky/rhetorical as the author was in asking, "Is this why we drink?" as she comments upon situations where drinking's been foisted upon us as the normal thing to do either before, during, or after doing the thing, you can't help but wonder, well, why else?

Historically, alcohol numbs pain, so the Brazilian shouldn't even be on her rhetorical list of reasons for drinking. I mean, put me in enough pain and yep, me too! Other situations where society's made drinking what to do before, during or after self-improving activities - like hot yoga, working out or running a marathon - indeed seem like ridiculous setups for this sort of "reward".

I most want a drink after sleeping badly, working ceaselessly, arguing with idiots and banning at least two people from my other blog before cooking dinner, cleaning up, cleaning cat puke and in general wanting to go hang myself. OK, in that case? Please. Give me. A freakin'. Drink. Preferably before I get to the part where I'm cooking dinner. Drinking is for numb, for turning the day, mind, and todo list off. It's for finally cracking a smile and not spooking in shock at it because there's something else I just haven't thought of. Yet. Or something else looming I just haven't gotten to. Yet.

For me drinking's not the reward.

Not feeling like I need a drink? That's the moment when I win the day, the Internet, the world, freaking EVERYTHING. That's the dissociation I make. I don't go, "Oh, got my nails done/got off work/got done shopping/got the walk over, time to "celebrate" [or "relax"] with this drink!" No, I don't even want a drink, which is how I spend vast amounts of time not drinking - I'm just not stressed out/tired enough/pissed off enough. Then again, my tolerance levels for sheer bullshit might be off the chain by now, so of course ymmv.

New fic for the first time in...a while.

From Here, No Lines Are Drawn (3943 words) by umadoshi
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Newsflesh Trilogy - Mira Grant
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Georgia Mason/Shaun Mason
Characters: Shaun Mason, Georgia Mason
Additional Tags: POV First Person, Canon Disabled Character, Pre-Canon, Menarche, damage control, Codependency, inappropriately close siblings, being thirteen is hard, navigating adolescent gender conventions
Summary:

"Goody," George said, trying not to sound embarrassed. She didn't do a great job of it. "Either I'm unexpectedly hemorrhaging to death, or I'm a woman now." She spat out Option B in the same snarky sing-song she'd used after the time we watched some ancient sex ed. videos for laughs, one of which had featured a serious middle-aged lady droning about the wonders of a girl's blossoming womanhood.

Before the Rising, getting your first period meant possible messiness, embarrassment, and inconvenience.

It's worse now.

(In which Shaun Mason, age thirteen, side-eyes other boys and snuggles his sister, who's having a very rough night/morning.)

Additional notes:
--Title from Tori Amos' "I Can't See New York".
--Beta work by [personal profile] wildpear.

You can also read the fic under the cut )
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([personal profile] sine_nomine Aug. 21st, 2016 09:04 am)
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Thank you for being my early warning system!

(though juggling this at a Ren Faire? Not my idea of a good time, body!!)
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([personal profile] andrewducker Aug. 24th, 2016 12:00 pm)
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([personal profile] dglenn Aug. 24th, 2016 05:24 am)

"No wonder scoundrels find refuge in patriotism; it offers them immunity from criticism." -- Bill Moyers (b. 1934-06-05), on polls showing that many Americans would support a restriction of free speech especially if against speech held to be unpatriotic, 2004-09-11, speech to the Society of Professional Journalists (apparently referring to Ambrose Bierce's 1946 edit of Samuel Johnson's remark about patriotism: "In Dr. Johnson's famous dictionary patriotism is defined as the last resort of a scoundrel. With all due respect to an enlightened but inferior lexicographer, I beg to submit that it is the first.")

[via WikiQuote]

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([personal profile] umadoshi Aug. 24th, 2016 12:58 am)
I'm try to convince myself to go to bed like a sensible person who should get up in just over eight hours. Maybe posting will help me feel like I've accomplished something and, by extension, that I can call it a day.

--Between yesterday and today I've done a lot of rewriting, trying to get as much done as possible before Gaffney arrives on Thursday. Last night my brain was still basically up and running, but today I felt a bit foggy and this evening was worse. (The thing is--especially if I shut my browser to help with my focus--I can do a really sizable chunk of a manga volume in one day. It's just that then my brain is exhausted and feels kinda pulped [which I doubt is unusual], and I don't recover very quickly.)

--Tomorrow, barring my stylist being sick or something, is finally (finally, finally) haircut day. I have no idea what I'm actually going to come out with. My first priority is getting the last traces of red cut out, but I also have to tell her that a) my hair absolutely refuses to learn to part on the side, so doing something that parts in the middle would be a plus, and b) I keep clipping my bangs back even when a haircut is fresh, so growing them out seems like a good idea. Once I grow my hair back out into a bob those points will both be covered, but in the short term, I don't know if we can deal with both at once.

--I'm basically ready to finally post the Newsflesh fic [dreamwidth.org profile] wildpear and I have been slowly tossing back and forth for a few months. (Oh, this summer!) She gave it--and the placeholder title!!!--the green light tonight, and getting it posted before Gaffney arrives would be ideal, so that means tomorrow.

(It feels strange to be about to post something, because I got a draft on this fic so long ago and have written basically nothing since. It doesn't seem possible that I can have something ready at this point in time.)

Anyway, I think I'm really fond of this one? It's Shaun's POV, and he and Georgia are only thirteen, and my mental picture of them at that age is adorable.

--Jinksy has been having such a snuggly day, which is wonderful. *^^* He's on my lap right now, and usually that'd make me stop typing until he wandered off, but it's nearly 1 AM and bed really would be good. Besides, if he leaves because he doesn't have my full attention, maybe he'll follow me to bed and snuggle with us there...

...and yep, he just left. So I'll take the hint. Good night, all.
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([personal profile] umadoshi Aug. 23rd, 2016 11:23 pm)
Why, it's almost like I was out of town for ten days and spent the whole time saving links to read and maybe toss out to you all, and now have a backlog to get through!

"The Sissies, Hustlers, and Hair Fairies Whose Defiant Lives Paved the Way For Stonewall".

"How to Speak to Someone About an Unspeakable Loss".

Oh Joy Sex Toy has a new comic on pelvic exams and what to expect from the experience, plus links to other resources. Below the comic is some info from a reader with tips on getting through an exam if you've been experienced sexual assault.

"Gord Downie, Justin Trudeau, and the Complicated Magic of National Mythmaking". [VICE Canada]

"8 Things Someone With 'High-Functioning' Anxiety Wishes You Knew". [The Mighty]

Via [dreamwidth.org profile] sineala, "12 Mobile Games That Will Calm You The Hell Down". [Buzzfeed]

"Finding your queer family - when you're 65 years old".

"Anne of Green Gables Is Obviously Bisexual". [Autostraddle]

"15 Of The Most Interesting Items From Amazon's New Kickstarter Store".

"The 2020 Olympics Could Change Tattooing In Japan Forever". [Kotaku]

"100 Years Ago, Artists Were Asked to Depict the Year 2000, These Were The Results".

"16,000 Flowers Become A Living Sculpture".

"Chatham Islands black robin: The recovery of the Chatham Islands black robin from the brink of extinction is an internationally renowned conservation success story".

"Polish Sculptor Makes Water Complete Her Bronze Fountain Sculptures".

How did I not know that there's a cat-inspired version of Monopoly?

"Magicians don’t think imitation is sincerest form of flattery".

"What Babies Know About Physics and Foreign Languages".
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([personal profile] beatrice_otter Aug. 23rd, 2016 09:05 pm)
North and South (3846 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Aravis/Lasaraleen, Aravis/Shasta | Cor
Characters: Aravis (Narnia), Shasta | Cor, Lasaraleen, Aslan, King Lune (Narnia), Ram the Great
Additional Tags: Immigration & Emigration, Bisexual Female Character, Female Character of Color, Canon Character of Color, Canonical Character Death, Original Character(s), Religious Imagery & Symbolism
Summary:  Aravis left her heart in Calormen.

This is a fic for the Seeing Color fic exchange, and it's one of the best.  Lovely, lovely look at Aravis, and how leaving Calormen was a bit more complicated than the book delved into, and her relationship with Lasaraleen.  Beautiful, and it made me cry.

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([personal profile] andrewducker Aug. 23rd, 2016 10:29 pm)
It seems a bit silly to review something that was only on for one night at the Edinburgh Festival. But I saw the orchestral version of Martyn Bennett's Grit, and it was one of those amazing moments that you need to share with everyone. So you get to be wibbled at.

The orchestra was amazing. And presumably quite unorthodox. Not just because half of them were wearing jeans and t-shirts. Or the way they teased the conductor while he was talking to the audience a couple of times. But while I'm used to having a drumkit in an orchestra occasionally, I've not seen one with bagpipes in it before. And the sheer level of enthusiasm and energy was fantastic.

The mixture of scottish traditional music, electronica, and orchestral instruments kept me on my toes the whole way through, and when they involved the whole audience in singing the refrain it was, frankly, magical.

It's not even my type of music - but if you get a chance to see the orchestra live then I recommend you leap on it with both hands.
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([personal profile] filkerdave Aug. 23rd, 2016 05:22 pm)

Someone is selling one of my old fanzines on eBay.
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Click here )
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