* If I thought of a garment in its pattern's terms---do this; now do it fourteen more times, across what turns out to be several hundred stitches and (in this case) five different lace-motif charts---I'd probably punch something. (Why isn't it done now now now now whyyyyy, and the 15x is only, like, the lower half of the yoke anyway, between neckline and where sleeve/body splits.) If I go a row at a time, we're good. Modularized expectation management?
I've realized too that I watch tv while knitting as much to do something productive during tv as to keep myself awake while knitting, since (at this point) I'll probably always knit relatively slowly. When our shared office's timed light clicks off as a toothbrushing reminder, I usually stop watching whichever episode rather than continue watching without knitting.
* The occasional day alone with Reason has become like having a roommate in one important respect: I may nap during her resting time. Sometimes she interrupts it five minutes in, but usually I can scrape 10-20 min, enough to finish the day---and I wake up to find that she's put herself down for a nap or is drawing or reading quietly. Amazing. Two years ago I wondered whether it'd ever come. Though she still wants us to read to her at times, she can get through a library book without much help and has learned that she herself feels better when no one interrupts a nap....
With it... well, let's just say it's a shame Sonny's such a psycho, or I would so be there. ;-P
I really miss when TV would let guys be (putatively platonically) sincerely romantic without turning it into a tongue-in-cheek bromance. Some other things have definitely changed for the better, and some still have a long, long way to go, but I miss that. It's my catnip.
From the oddest of Elseworlds, WHOM GODS DESTROY, Part Three, "The Gift"-- the 1997 Superman-Wonder Woman four part story by Chris Claremont and Dusty Abell....which oddly enough, is mainly a Lois Lane story. 16 pages out of 48.
So, when last we ended, Athena---the goddess of wisdom---died, and gave her abilities to an elderly Lois Lane, turning her into a young Wonder Woman.
Lois, understandably, is pretty confused...
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I need to take said doona to the dry cleaners but life keeps getting in the way, and it just sits there, all crumpled up and judging me. I think I am that doona. I am that sad, suspiciously stained, sunken-in-the-middle doona that nobody will help.
*massive le sigh*
On the other hand, I just found a note to myself in email drafts about a fic plot point that I had completely forgotten, and it fixes a problem very neatly. Clever past!me.
Ooh, and clearly I meant to put this in a post and then lost it in the morass of drafts:
AWESOME CUSTOMER REPORT:
Customer: I'd like these scripts filled, please. *is a dear little old lady in her eighties, wearing a black cardigan*
Me: Sure! That will be about ten minutes.
Customer: *turns to browse giftware. Her black cardigan has ELVIS' FACE KNITTED INTO THE BACK.*
Customer: *gives me a sly little wink*
Later, when she is collecting her scripts:
Me: And now you can take Elvis up to the counter.
Customer: And then Elvis will leave the building.
My customers. Seriously. Love 'em.
I must go through these email drafts more often - there are treasures in here.
( As We Go blanket progress )
The Haunting of Captain America (2309 words) by celeste9
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Avengers Team
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: Ghosts, Alternate Universe, Canonical Character Death, Friendship, Team, Remix
Steve's being haunted by the ghost of his best friend. The other Avengers find out.
This is super cute, and surprisingly lacking in angst considering Bucky is an actualfax ghost.
The Cage is Full, The Day is New (7738 words) by banerries
Fandom: Orange is the New Black, The Walking Dead (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Joel Luschek, Wanda Bell - Character, Scott O'Neill - Character, Tasha "Taystee" Jefferson, Cindy "Black Cindy" Hayes, John Bennett (Orange is the New Black), Maritza Ramos, Marisol "Flaca" Gonzales, Gloria Mendoza, Dayanara "Daya" Diaz, Tiffany "Pennsatucky" Doggett, Carrie "Big Boo" Black, Galina "Red" Reznikov, Brook Soso, Poussey Washington, Eliqua Maxwell, Nicky Nichols, Lorna Morello, Piper Chapman, Maria Ruiz, Blanca Flores, Erica "Yoga" Jones, Angie Rice, Janae Watson, Mei Chang (Orange is the New Black)
Additional Tags: Friendship, Female Friendship, Ensemble Cast, Survival, Zombies, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions
As the zombie apocalypse quickly overruns the world around them, the women of Litchfield must rely on each other to survive.
I don't normally rec WIPs, but I love this too much to wait. Practical and in character and frustrating in the right way (Caputo's first instinct at a zombie outbreak is to immediately keep the news from the inmates, for example.)
the family evans (3529 words) by dirgewithoutmusic
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Petunia Evans Dursley & Harry Potter, Petunia Evans Dursley & Lily Evans Potter, Petuna Evans Dursley & Remus Lupin, Dudley Dursley & Harry Potter
Characters: Petunia Evans Dursley, Harry Potter, Dudley Dursley
Additional Tags: What-If, Family
Series: Part 4 of boy with a scar
What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect—what if she took him in?
Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).
Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes—she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.
I love all of these AUs, but this one is my favourite by far. Amazing Petunia, still very much herself, but with all that ferocity tapped and sent in a more positive direction. (And thanks, dine for the rec!)
From a review by Frances Gray (1990), quoted in Bert Coules's 221 BBC:
Clive Merrison and Michael Williams are on the way to creating one of the most touching duos in this new tradition [of non-clueless Watsons, which Gray goes so far as to call "one goodish thing that has happened since the advent of Thatcher"]. Williams' Watson makes it clear from the outset that Homes' detective talent is not so much a reason for hero-worship as the thing that makes a difficult relationship tolerable. Merrison vocally exploits the paradox of Holmes: he is at his coldest when engaged in small talk, but when the brian is engaged he takes on a sensual purr, can show warmth and even tease Watson with a slight sexual edge.
In case you didn't know, I got my start in fanfiction in the Harry Potter world, and went on to fame and fortune as a beta reader and staff member at the now-defunct Sugar Quill, where I had the (now-embarrassing) screen name Lady Narcissa. I didn't know any better at the time! We had some fun there, though, especially on roleplaying days. I could use all the lingo and say it was siriusly fun (Sirius was my first-ever RP character! Talk about a challenge!), and fess up that it was me behind the Sirius character at the Quill. I was also Lucius Malfoy there, and a few other characters on RP days. I sure don't remember them all now! James. Bill Weasley. More, I don't know who all! Sirius always got mobbed. I remember a 48-hour period where I didn't even see my family, I was so busy with Sirius's responsibilities at Grimmauld Place. Phew.
That was a long time ago. Don't tell anyone that these days I can barely tell the difference between Expelliarmus and Alohomora, okay? Thanks. Must be time for a re-read!
Well, that move is IMMINENT, my friends!
I signed a lease on a 1-bedroom apartment in Inner Sunset. The movers are coming on Thursday, August 6th to pack up all my stuff. I'll be at VividCon Thurs-Sun. Monday morning of August 10th, I've got a one-way ticket to San Francisco to pick up my new apartment keys.
I've been such a furniture and housewares buying rampage that it's infecting everyone around me. My fancy new towels from a big Macy's sale are in the dryer right now!
The entry goes on at length. I would like at this juncture to assure Strange Horizons that I bear them no ill will for snubbing me in 2014 or for their coming snub for the 2015 round up. I am, however, going to do my best to crush the numbers of everyone they do acknowledge. Crush utterly.
Although I think I might have trouble doing more than another 140 reviews this year for a total of 328. Not as wide a margin over Locus' 299 as I would like....
Happy Imbolc to those celebrating it. And happy Lughnasadh to my friends in the Northern Hemisphere.
I took yesterday off to celebrate, as I have a wedding to attend today. The weather was absolutely divine--golden, warm and full of the promise of spring. Typically, today is grey, windy and threatening rain.
1. #fieldworkfail (h/t Mer)
Bait small mammal traps with peanut butter. Catch a herd of camels with long tongues and a sweet tooth. #fieldworkfail— James Borrell (@James_Borrell) July 31, 2015
Accidentally glued myself to a crocodile while attaching a radio transmitter. #fieldworkfail— Agata Staniewicz (@AgataStaniewicz) July 30, 2015
2. Roger Rees explaining why an actor should never wear lace-up boots during the last act of a play (25:51): https://youtu.be/4_r9JsBbIh8?t=25m53s.
3. Edward Petherbridge on arresting one's undulations.
4. My sweetie dissecting the claims on the label of the beer he is drinking.
Four reasons I had a crush on my 8th-grade Spanish teacher:
1. He wrote out exams in calligraphy.
2. He played "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" on the guitar after-hours.
3. He was really, really smart and articulate.
4. His strategies for dealing with nuisances included throwing erasers (at students) and shooting rubber bands (at flies).
Prompt 4 in the #100untimedbooks photo challenge -- the rest is history:
My brother wove the front of the pillow in art class. The book was a gift from the Spanish teacher, with the inscription "Keep interested in everything."
Four items translated from Spanish I've edited within the past year:
1. Sixteenth-century verses, by St. John of the Cross
2. Twentieth-century Mexican police reports
3. Quotations from seventeenth-century wills
4. Lyrics from nineteenth-century musical duels
Sadly, I'm not actually fluent in Spanish. I didn't stick with it beyond my second year of study. Still, someday I shall seek to soak up enough of it to speak to strangers in Seville.
[This last paragraph has been added because the BYM spotted the subject line and said, "There's always a letter..."]
and it's Saturday, and I'm on another work-trip - which is good in itself, but...
the powercord which keeps this laptop ticking over started emitting blue-green sparks! (this was on Wednesday, I think) and possibly fizzing noises, but I may have imagined those. :) Some tape from the hotel helped with running repairs,and got me through till last night, when - tape and all - it stopped working completely, and the battery got lower and lower and....
and then nifty work by a colleague armed with needle-pointed tweezers brought it back to life! \o/
But this morning, and possibly all day, is definitely going to be spent combing a strange city for a replacement cord. It could be hours.
In other gloomy news, my NFE story is…. well, it's gloomy news. That covers it. :(
Off LJ News
The official site with fifty reasons to look forward to the new series (mild spoilers)
(News via og_news, blogtorwho and tardisscanner among others. For additional news please visit: googledw)
Discussion and Miscellany
elisi links to Peter Capaldi's interview on The Fan Show
An Unearthly Child - Jane Austen Style! by newmoonstar (Barbara/Ian | All Ages)
Thin Lines by trobadora (Twelve/Jack, Clara | PG-13)
Fanart and other creative endeavours
dieastra with Doctors in bathtubs
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Anyway, thanks to the fact that my car is old
So here's the thing. My poor smartphone isn't the best (and will be replaced later this year, as soon as I'm up for a free upgrade), and its battery sucks. Really sucks. No, seriously, I unplug it in the mornings and it drops to 90% in less than five minutes without me actually doing anything on it. So, you know, I keep a phone charger in my car for any drives longer than 5-10 minutes, which obviously plugs into my cigarette lighter.
A couple of nights ago, I kind of lost my cigarette lighter. And my charger. By which I mean the entire thing somehow fell into the dash and disappeared.
Last night, I spent about an hour on the phone with my dad (which is happening more and more often as my car keeps doing ridiculous things like this) as I sprawled in the floorboard of my car, removed multiple parts of the dash, and tried to fix the damn thing.
On the positive side, I found all of the pieces of my cigarette lighter, put them back together, fixed the blown fuse, and got everything working again! For someone who's very much not a car person (i.e., I know how to check my oil, I know how to replace the bulbs in my tail lights, I know how to change a flat tire if I absolutely have no other choice but to do it myself, and that's about it), I feel very proud about that fact. \o/
On the negative side, I still haven't found my damn phone charger. /o\
Don't get me wrong, I know it's in the car somewhere. I just don't have a clue where. It might still be rolling around loose somewhere in the dash, which means I'll probably never find it. It might have rolled down and gotten caught behind a part of the floor, which means I might find it eventually if I get lucky. Or it might have rolled loose and is under a seat somewhere, along with the fucking radio button that I haven't been able to find in a year-in-a-half even though I know it's there somewhere. Who knows?
Which basically means tomorrow I really need to put on pants (or, at least, a dress/skirt that's not short enough to give the entire apartment complex a show) and try to find it. Because I really don't want to replace it if it's somewhere in the car that I can actually reach.