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Saturday, April 25th, 2015 10:20 pm
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[Upstairs: Shower.]

Somebody left clean clothes on his hammock, next to the pile of his old dirty clothes. He'd guess it was Curtis, but hell, maybe they just appeared there, like things seem to do here all the time. Wearing them feels ... weird. Good, but weird.

He's still shifting his shoulders under the too-stiff denim jacket as he steps into the main bar, looking for Curtis.

"My hand disappears as I wave farewell"

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 10:02 pm
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I woke up and thought for a while about what I wanted to do before deliberately checking only my "family" list and locked account timeline on Twitter. I got up and showered and had breakfast and... well, if I wasn't going to read Twitter while I ate, what would I do? So I read a very absorbing book and chatted with my brother for a bit. When X got up, we had lunch and went out clothes shopping. I read a bit more of the book on the subway.

(The book is Natasha Pulley's The Watchmaker of Filigree Street, which is deservedly on my list of excellent books coming out this summer. It's is the first book I've read since I started writing my own, and it's extremely good, so I got to have that lovely feeling of "Well, this person is a much better writer than I am"--a particularly easy comparison to make when it's set in historical London with a protagonist who shares many personality traits and a name with my own hero! But I managed to turn it into "This book is a good example of things I'm not doing, and now I get to decide whether to do those things" and that felt better. Anyway, I highly recommend it, especially to anyone who liked Jo Walton's Small Change books.)

We came home and I read for a bit and then J and I went to the supermarket and came home and made dinner. I resisted the Twitter urge and instead posted on FOCA and checked LJ/DW while the chicken was baking. I also checked email (I'm trying to remember to keep the email tabs closed and only check once in a while, or hourly for work email during work hours) and knocked my inboxes back down to zero. After dinner J did the washing up*, X went off for some introvert time, and I finished the book.

* Whenever I read a book set in England and written by someone English, it immediately creeps into my vocabulary. I nearly said that X went off for a lie-down.

X has gone to bed and J will probably conk out shortly. I've just caught up on my limited feeds again (at that level it feels a lot more like catching up on LJ/DW) and now I'm contemplating how I'd like to spend the next four hours. I might get some of the work done that I didn't do on Friday. Or I might just sit here and listen to Glean over and over and over again so that I have it memorized for tomorrow's concert, because I'm a nerd. :)

At some point in the early days of the Ménière's, I wrote that I would miss silence. I'm particularly aware of that today, with my ear so blocked up and the ringing persistent and vexing. But on a more metaphorical level, today felt very quiet without the constant background noise of online conversation. I've missed that kind of silence too. It was really nice.

Poem: "The First Requisite of a Good Citizen"

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 08:17 pm
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This poem is spillover from the November 4, 2014 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] chanter_greenie. It also fills the "criminal intent" square of my 9-30-14 card for the [community profile] origfic_bingo fest. It has been sponsored by [personal profile] curiosity. This poem belongs to the Antimatter & Stalwart Stan thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

WARNING: This poem contains intense topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. There is a creepy telepath, really revolting use of superpowers, telepathic child molestation, telepathic violation of a nonconsenting adult, graphic violence, vigilante action by offended supervillains, mild cooperation between black and white capes, and between supervillains and police. If these are sensitive issues for you, consider your headspace before reading onward.

Read more... )

I went to Santa Cruz!

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 06:00 pm
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And it was, as [personal profile] heresluck observed, restorative.

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.

oh my gosh look look look!

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 09:07 pm
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Guess what was in a mysterious and unexpected box from [personal profile] yhlee today?

terrible cellphone picture )

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Saturday, April 25th, 2015 05:47 pm
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Moira was right. When you're a ghost, one day really does run into another. Violet doesn't know just how long since she was last here, but she's here now. She's wearing a red jacket over her striped leggings and long skirt. She took from the room of one of the latest occupants of the murder house. It's too big, but it's something new, and she doesn't have a lot of new things coming her way these days.

She sits by the fire, her feet propped up on an ottoman, leafing through a magazine someone left behind. It's all about an upcoming anniversary special of something called "Tentacles of our Waves".

Which stars... squid? Weird. Looks like a great special, though. Lots of drama.

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Saturday, April 25th, 2015 04:02 pm
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Alana ventures out today to leave a note with the bar for a Barman, hoping she's addressing the right people. She sports a green wrap dress veined like a jasper stone and her classic black pumps. A simple gold pendant adorns her neck, and a gold watch rests on her wrist. She looks more put together than she feels, but dressing up is its own kind of armor.

You might think that the resolve to make the most of your time shouldn't take that much time to make, but this is not always the case. Alana Bloom knows that one day, she will have to walk out the door, back into what waits for her, even if it is her death. But, until that time comes, she wants to do what she has always dedicated her life to doing--helping people. Today, she takes the first step.

She considers putting up a sign stating The Doctor Is In, but wonders if that would be too crude--and whether it would attract the wrong kind of attention. In the meantime, she picks up a hot chocolate from the bar and settles in a corner where she can people watch and consider how to spread the word that therapy is now an option available to bar patrons.

conditions best suited to unreserve II

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 11:27 pm
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I did this last year on tumblr and it brought me a good deal of emotional satisfaction so here we go again. Here are the rules:

1. You comment below with a link to one of your fics.

2. I'll liveblog my reading of it in a public post here on DW. Here are some of the tumblr ones so you can get a sense of tone; 'unhesitatingly positive but irreverent' is the brief I've set myself but ymmv.

For best results: 

1. the fic should be less than 10k words long

2. though I'm happy to blunder way my through unfamiliar canons (viz) you might prefer me to have some sort of clue. Here's my AO3. You can ask below or via pm if I know a certain canon.

Sunnydale Herald Saturday 25th April

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 11:42 pm
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Fred: "Are you certain this is the place for us?"

Cordy: "Well, we could always get our outfits at 'Cave-girl's House of Burlap,' but that's just so last season. The guys are all renting tuxes. We gotta step up."

Fred: "But aren't we - you know - poor?"

Cordy: "There is a custom amongst my people. It's called 'buying a dress, wearing it once, and returning it the next day.' It's all about hiding the tags while it's on."

Fred: "Oh. Okay. I'm very excited about tonight. I love the ballet! I mean, I haven't seen that much, but my family used to go to the Nutcracker every Christmas, and I had my first sexual dream about the Mouseking."

~~Waiting in the Wings~~

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Saturday, April 25th, 2015 10:53 pm
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[oom: Fry tries to be kind to Tommy, but it all ends in a spot of revenging.]

Fry enjoyed being in the ball pit the other day. So after a busy day of school, he's continuing on with his XKCD badge, by inventing his own unit of measurement, which is harder than he thought it would be.

So far he is using a model of Thomas the Tank Engine as his standard unit and is putting the engines in order of size to work out which one he'll use as the next unit.

You know what it might be fun to follow Norton with?

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 05:41 pm
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The Hot Rock.
Bank Shot.
Jimmy the Kid.
Nobody's Perfect.
Why Me?
Good Behavior.
Drowned Hopes.
Don't Ask.
What's the Worst That Could Happen?
Bad News.
The Road to Ruin.
Watch Your Back!
What's So Funny?
Get Real.

For my money, Drowned Hopes is the best one.


california st.

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 02:41 pm

Poem: "The Cutting Edge"

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 02:47 pm
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This poem is spillover from the March 3, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] stardreamer. It also fills the "no honor among thieves" square in my 7-30-14 card for the [community profile] genprompt_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] curiosity. It belongs to the Antimatter & Stalwart Stan thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

WARNING: This poem contains some tense topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. There is incarceration, reference to lingering damage from previous injuries, explicit self-harm, blaming others, psychological manipulation with intent to harm, negative coping methods in general, and use of superpowers for petty mischief. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your headspace before reading onward.

Read more... )

Getting Around

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 08:57 pm
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I've been doing a lot of walking these last few days. This is partly because my bike has been in for a service (now reclaimed, complete with a new front mech shifter that actually works!), and partly because I'm planning to walk St James' Way from Reading to Winchester in July, and I need to get some practice in.

I've walked from home to the station; I've walked from the station to home. I've walked as far round Regent's Park as I could get in my lunch hour. I've walked from town to the station after I'd dropped my bike off, and from home to town to pick it up again.

I've been walking. I've been cycling. I spent twenty-five agonising minutes on a bus that was progressing down Station Road five metres at a time. I would almost swear that I could feel my blood pressure rising the longer I sat there. Stepping onto that bus, I'd relinquished control and surrendered to the rush hour. Cars are meant to give you control, but of course they don't. There were plenty of cars stuck in that queue along with me.

I wanted my bike back. That was the reason I'd got on that bus in the first place: I had twenty minutes to get to the repair shop before it closed. I knew that I couldn't make it on foot. I thought there was just a chance on the bus...

No. Twenty-five minutes of jerking, teeth-grinding, stop-starting creepy-crawling down Station Road and Hills Road. I ran from the bus station, but I didn't have a hope of making it before the shop shut, and I knew it.

On the bright side, I had an excellent excuse to buy an ice cream and walk home, and it was a glorious evening in which to walk alongside the Cam, over Jesus Green and Midsummer Common, with the college rowing teams hauling themselves down the river and the trees very green with their new leaves.

I love walking. I love the freedom, the chance to turn aside and look properly at things that catch my eye, to go another way entirely. I love the gentle ache in my legs, reminding me that I've been out and seen things. I'm less keen on the blister; that's from wearing the wrong shoes.

I'm so glad I don't have to sit in that queue every day. I'm so glad I don't drive. I'm so glad I don't need to drive. I'm grateful that I'm well enough to walk long distances. I'm thankful for my own pig-headedness and determination that allowed me to relearn how to cycle in my late twenties. I'm glad that I've lived in towns and cities with good public transport links.

(And I do like a bus ride. But not in rush hour. Never again in rush hour. Not when I've got somewhere to be.)

I'm going to try and post every day for the next three weeks as part of [community profile] three_weeks_for_dw - do let me know if there's anything you'd particularly like me to talk about.

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 10:16 pm
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It's pretty much exactly like Avengers, except on a larger scale. Entertaining, but only as long as I don't think about it. Long review with spoilers )


Saturday, April 25th, 2015 03:54 pm
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Hour 8 and I'm debating whether I want to switch to an audiobook and go for a walk/have a shower or just pick up the next book. Heirs of Grace was tons of fun; I'm planning on keeping the light, happy vibe going.

I was always a fast reader when I was younger--I could whip through books in no time, without losing comprehension. Part of it is that I'm always dying to find out what happened--even if something is beautifully written, I can't turn off the part of my brain that wanted to know, so I read through fast to find out, then immediately go back to savor the craft. Then, y'know, I grew up and had kids and a career and a house and a husband and all that, and you'd think my reading fast would keep me in books, but my reading still dropped way off. It can take me months to get through a book now, unless it's Beach Week. Seeing as how I'm about to start my 3rd book of the day, I think we can safely say I still have that quick-read thing going on, which is nice, because I was starting to feel like my brain was going soft, a sign of impending old age, etc.

I think maybe it's knowing that I'm not going to be able to read through to the end that makes it less of an imperative for me to pick up a book these days. Even if I'm trying to read, I don't have all that much time and it's less of a thrill, you know? Today has been all about the satisfaction of closing out narrative arcs, even moreso than Beach Week, where I still have people to interact with and meals to be concocted. I know I'll finish the book in a day or so there, which is great, but here, I'm just reading and it feels a lot like when I was a precocious reader of a child and that was all there was to life.

Okay, enough introspection, back to the books. (A Bollywood Affair, I think, Sonali Dev's hugely recommended contemporary romance. I will report back!)

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Saturday, April 25th, 2015 10:07 pm
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Elrond is looking quite drawn and pale as he comes down the stairs, scanning the room in search of someone with a firm grasp of modern calming agents. {ooc: plot locked to Guppy}

5 things make a post

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 01:06 pm
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5: Halp! I've got My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean stuck in my head. It's the wriggliest earworm ever!

4: The late, fantabulous Douglas Adams wrote:
"There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.

"There is another theory which states that this has already happened."

The other day, I had one of those "light bulb" moments, about what this means, and why it's true: Our UNDERSTANDING of the universe is as much a PART of that universe as GRAVITY is (since the only universe that exists [for us] is the universe we can perceive). So every time our UNDERSTANDING undergoes a fundamental change, the UNIVERSE undergoes a fundamental change...

3: A recent episode of Nova (The Great Math Mystery) tried to persuade the audience that numbers have a real existence, independent of human imaginations.* I'm not convinced )

2: So I recently discovered the TV series Forever (near the end of the season).

As I wrote in [personal profile] jekesta's journal a few weeks ago:

"But I do wish TV writers would get over the idea that the only good immortal characters are those who wish to die." and: "[The wish to 'cure' immortality] reminds me of the casual acquaintances in my life (back when my life had those) who would ask: 'Do you hope to be cured, someday?' ... When I'd answer that I didn't want to be cured, they'd look at me like live toad just hopped out of my mouth."

I'm mobility impaired, the protagonist in "Forever" is mortality impaired-- different difference, same struggle (actually, probably not, except maybe for the fear of what could happen to us if we fail to "pass").

But over the last few weeks, I've softened on that point, because Henry Morgan, unlike other protagonists within this trope (*cough* Nick Knight *cough*), has had a few people in his life who repeatedly tell him: "No! Your life is NOT cursed! And I'm NOT going to enable your cure-obsession!" Which is healthier. So maybe the disability rights movement has been having an effect on the broader culture? ... One can hope.

1: Speaking of-- woke from a nightmare, in the wee hours, this morning, with a racing heartbeat. All sorts of crazy $#-- going on, including (but not limited to) a call-back to the charred foundation of my mother's (and mine) childhood summer cottage, a filthy operating theater where a mad-scientist doctor was trying to implant formaldehyde-soaked monkey brains into a living man's skull (alongside his own brain), a talking Bengal tiger whom someone was trying to poison, etc. ... But this is what snapped my eyes open, and pretty much kept them open, all night:

I was sitting in a corridor, in a manual chair, against the wall (I think I was waiting for friends, who were there for an appointment of some sort), when two politicians came striding along on their way to a debate, arguing with each other about how the debate should proceed before they got to the stage. The conservative candidate, a woman, saw me sitting there, and said: "Oh, good! A prop! I could use that!" and got behind me to grab the back of the chair, so she could push me onto the stage for the debate. I said: "What the Hell do you think you're doing?! Get your hands off me!" But she completely ignored me, and just reached over my shoulder to undo the breaks on the chair, and I couldn't stop her.

End of sleep, right there. My subconscious: doesn't really do "subtle."

*(I'll expand that to Earthling imaginations, 'cause human minds, and lemur minds, and pigeon minds, and goldfish minds, etc., all co-evolved on the same planet, diversifying outward from the same code of DNA and RNA)

[ SECRET POST #3034 ]

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 03:59 pm
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⌈ Secret Post #3034 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.


More! )


Secrets Left to Post: 04 pages, 096 secrets from Secret Submission Post #434.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 1 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.


Saturday, April 25th, 2015 03:51 pm
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The first secret from this batch will be posted on May 2nd.

1. One secret link per comment.
2. 600x600 px or smaller.
3. Link directly to the image.
- Doing it RIGHT: http://i.imgur.com/KuBug.png
- Doing it WRONG: http://imgur.com/KuBug

Optional: If you would like your secret's fandom to be noted in the main post along with the secret itself, please put it in the comment along with your secret. If your secret makes the fandom obvious, there's no need to do this. If your fandom is obscure, you should probably tell me what it is.

Optional #2: If you would like WARNINGS (such as spoilers or common triggers -- list of some common ones here) to be noted in the main post before the secret itself, please put it in the comment along with your secret.

Optional #3: If you would like a transcript to be posted along with your secret, put it along with the link in the comment!

Daily Reading (25 April 2015)

Saturday, April 25th, 2015 08:10 pm
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What have you been reading today? Everything counts, from a novel-length fic to the labels on your washing!

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