Words

Nov. 27th, 2014 01:07 pm
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[personal profile] ysobel
The December talky meme still has plenty of dates open, if anyone wants to suggest stuff. (Date is optional, but I want topics pretty please)

NaNo: up to 45k. I don't quite know how. (It helps that some of what I'm doing is the autobiographical blog thing -- 20k words of that, and I'm not even through high school yet -- where the "plot" is fixed and the events have happened and it makes wording easier.) I am steadfastly *thhhhbbbbbppppttt*ing at the voices in my head telling me that some of what I'm doing (e.g. the days where the words I write are whines about my life, or the fact that I'm spreading the words out over multiple projects rather than a single novel) is Totally Cheating And Therefore Doesn't Count, because fuck that noise.

Not my words: Cognitive Trope Therapy. "the way it works is that when you have a [negative/depressive] thought ... then you figure out whether, if your life were a fantasy novel, these words would be spoken by figures wearing black robes, and speaking in a dry, whispering voice, and they are actually withered beings who touched the Stone of Evil ... and if so then you don’t listen" Only there's more. Go read. It's useful and awesome.

Yuletide stuff: My assignment has a finished draft ... and it is *long*, for me. Not like 50k long, but like "third longest fic I have on AO3" long. Also "longest fic I have written for Yuletide" long. I am a little boggled. Also, I have finished four (!) treats, and have started two others, as well as the pinch hit I snagged. Boggle.

VisitCat!

Nov. 27th, 2014 04:04 pm
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Yesterday I did not manage to leave the house in an out-the-front-door sort of a sense; I went out briefly in the mid-afternoon and faffed with the compost, whereupon our VisitCat headbutted me a bit and briefly attempted to use my corduroy trousers as a scratching post (but responded appropriately to being firmly rebuffed). So far, so good: it was a nice amount of VisitCat, and more than we get most days.

And then I opened the back door again briefly in the evening, when it was raining and I was tidying up the kitchen, and was baffled to hear something moving behind me. ... VisitCat had decided it was miserable out and they wanted to be IN MY WARM HOUSE; I am not entirely clear why it wasn't happy going to its own home, but I wasn't complaining, because - I spent about two hours with an increasingly dry and fluffy cat curled up in my lap purring enormously (seriously VisitCat was sufficiently happy with this state of affairs that when I picked them up so we could move from a chair to me being horizontal on a bed all it did was sniff the new surroundings briefly before curling back up on my lap and falling asleep). I have removed the tape blocking the catflap in the interests of potentially more VisitCat, though it seemed baffled by the concept last night, but -- aaaah warm fuzzy purring aminalfrnd. It was very, very restorative.

Which does, of course, mean that I am pondering the etiquette of VisitCat! It has a collar and a bell and is generally simultaneously sleek & butch in fairly impressive combination, incredibly fluffy for a short-haired cat, and clearly not unhappy with its lot in life. It also clearly really likes the relative quiet of our house and getting scritches. Is it okay for me to have unblocked the cat flap? We're not going to feed it or put out water bowls or whatever, but is it okay to have cat treats? Etc etc. HOW DOES INTERFACE WITH CAT BELONGS TO OTHERHUMAN.

(I will attempt to get photographs next time VisitCat swings by! This time I kinda unexpectedly ended up with a lap full of cat and didn't feel like disturbing it.)

[poem] &

Nov. 27th, 2014 12:29 pm
kaberett: a patch of sunlight on the carpet, shaped like a slightly wonky heart (light hearted)
[personal profile] kaberett
What joy, this, to learn what others find in you:
to watch people I love adore anew, to take reciprocal
delight as you illuminate each others' facets
too often hidden from my view by busy-fingered fates
and orbital mechanics. Yes: this too
expands the borders & horizons of
my familiar faithful heart. I'm astounded
by how much I can encompass; by how large
I grow. I learn from you.

Without: the patchwork of the comforting dark,
the sheets of rain, stitched firm
with nets of light we've wrapped round trees
as reminder, to help us find our path.
Bubbles, catching street lamps, float like stars.
Look up. You blaze. You, too, are a landmark.

Broke out the pen

Nov. 26th, 2014 11:39 pm
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[personal profile] afuna
Was shaking when I started. Not so much now.

breathe in / breathe out calligraphy  )
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[personal profile] azurelunatic
Today's book is Symbiont, by Mira Grant. Hooray!

03:05 Wednesday, 26 November, 2014
Other little bits:
The start of the event was delayed slightly by the local protests about the travesty of justice taking place down in Ferguson. They marched past loudly, peacefully, with a police escort.

Someone had cosplayed Annie. *delight*

Hit 10k steps. Ow.

22:45 Wednesday, 26 November, 2014
Went to work. Discovered that much of the lunch gang was in, as fixing bugs reported by customers knows no rest. Ate my burrito and talked cars with them. (I am the driving-on-ice expert.) There was one guy from my department in, and since he has a hardwall office with its own lights, the lights in the whole wing were out. I turned on my desk lamp.

Eventually I peaced out early and hit IKEA, for the desk-drawers I have been needing and some more lights for my workstation. The lines were hella. I got the stuff in my car, then came back in to hit the bathroom. Unfortunately, the only bathroom whose location I remembered was upstairs, and then you have to go through the whole downstairs maze again to get out. (Though I think you can also go out through the babysitting place, which I didn't realize until later.) The lines had cleared out, which made me vaguely grumpy. Hit 5k steps, with the promise of crossing the goal through the simple act of walking down from the garage to my apartment.

Got to chat with Nora. Her roommate's dog is on steroids for his unfortunate skin issues, which has rendered him a tiny spaniel ball of 'roid rage. 'Roid rage, boundless hunger, and peeing.

I got home and got some food in me, then curled up in bed with Symbiont. So good. I like it better than Parasite, which I slammed through because it was good and clever and I needed to know what was happening next. Symbiont is good and clever and I need to know what's happening next, largely because I genuinely care what happens to these people and would like several of them to be my friends.

Seanan said that there are two legit places to put the cliffhanger: at the end of the first book of a duology, and at the end of the second book of a trilogy. When Seanan started writing this, it was a duology. Now it's a trilogy. She said sorry. The cliffhanger does not disappoint, and wraps up enough of the existing threads that I was entirely satisfied; waiting for the third book is going to be like waiting for dessert at the end of a really satisfying Thanksgiving lunch: pecan pie is delicious, but that turkey has filled me to the brim, and while I'm still scraping bits of gravy off my plate and licking them off my fork, it's good that I'm going to be waiting a couple hours before the pies are actually ready, to give my digestive system a while to think about the enormity of that turkey.

Spoilers may lurk. )

Tomorrow, I will take my sparkling cider and my gravy and my lingonberry sauce and my card deck and perhaps a computer over to my aunt's, to eat, drink, and be merry.

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Nov. 26th, 2014 09:34 pm
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[personal profile] ysobel
Someone tell me it's okay
to be falling asleep at 8
when I used to be able to stay up
hours

Someone tell me it's okay
to miss a daily habit
when I did 455 days
straight

Someone tell me it's okay
to take an extra pain pill
instead of worrying about
addiction

Someone tell me it's okay
to grieve over what I have lost
instead of forcing myself into
gratitude

Someone tell me it's okay
to be the me that I am now
even if it's not what I feel I
"should"

Rich people problems

Nov. 26th, 2014 07:55 pm
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[personal profile] fayanora
“Money doesn't buy happiness” is a crock of bullshit the rich people try to sell to poor people so the poor people will think twice about wanting to be rich. Well it may be technically true that money cannot literally buy happiness, but it can sure make happiness a lot easier to achieve. When you're rich, you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from, just which of the 12,000 meal options you're going to pick today. You don't have to worry about getting sick, because if you do, you can buy all the health care you need. Hell, buy a whole fucking hospital! Buy three! Whatever you want or need, you can have it, and all it takes is a command to one of your servants.

Money problems? Hire an accountant. Lonely? Flash your money and you'll find it hard not to go home with someone. Legal problems? Hire a lawyer. Hire twenty lawyers! Someone bothering you? Have them dragged off by your security force, put a 20 foot tall wall around your mansion, and have your lawyers get a restraining order or worse put against them. Are you trans and want to transition? Just buy the hormones you need, no waiting, no arguing with Medicare, no diagnosis needed: you're rich, you could buy the entire fucking company that makes the hormones!

Have dietary restrictions like can't eat onions or dairy products? Your fucking personal chef would be glad to make whatever the hell you want with alternative ingredients, even if they have to be air-lifted in from outer Mongolia. Having a depressive episode that makes you feel like not doing anything? No problem, your money makes money for you so you can sit around the house and do whatever the fuck you damn well please any goddamn time you want to, and nobody is going to give a shit. You're not going to lose your housing or starve to death or sit in darkness because your electricity is shut off, not even if you never do an honest day's work in your life. Calling poor people lazy is you projecting your own flaws onto other people, you self-important sack of crap!

“Rich people have problems too”? Well fuck you! “Rich people problems” are pesky annoying flies to be swatted, and you can buy an automated fly-swatting machine. Poor people problems are literally life or death. The problems of poor people cause unhealthy amounts of stress, health problems we can't afford to fix, depression, suicidal tendencies, and all kinds of other nasty shit. Don't tell me “money doesn't buy happiness” when I'm one fucking paycheck from homelessness or starvation, you entitled fuckers. Rich people will take or make any fucking excuse to ignore genuine problems and pretend their own problems are so important because what's a conscience? What's basic human decency? What is a soul? Is a soul something you can buy? If not, they're not interested.

Wednesday Reading Meme

Nov. 26th, 2014 08:29 pm
sineala: Detail of Harry Wilson Watrous, "Just a Couple of Girls" (reading)
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What I Just Finished Reading

Graydon Saunders, The March North: [personal profile] rachelmanija recommended this a while back, I bought it from the author (whom I vaguely remember from rasfw on Usenet), and... I really liked it. It took me a couple tries to get into, but once I started reading it I got into it and read the whole thing straight through. It's military fantasy where no gendered pronouns are used, there is a lot of geekery about artillery, the author has clearly thought very hard about systems of government and why people fight, the magic system is great... and also there are giant war-sheep. Definitely worth a couple bucks.

Edge of Spider-Verse: I read this because I was reading Spider-Woman #1 today (I like Jessica Drew, you be quiet) and then it was full of Noir Spidey and other Spider-People I didn't even know and I kind of guessed I was missing something, because apparently making #1 issues part of multiverse crossover events is a thing we do. What. Anyway, I'm still confused and would probably have had to read all of Spider-Verse to understand what's going on here, but this is just to say that Spider-Gwen is awesome.

What I'm Reading Now

This week's comics: New Avengers, Mighty Avengers, Iron Man, Spider-Woman. Iron Man was... actually more entertaining than I expected (you know, for a story about someone who really isn't Tony); New was the usual Hickman plottiness (I like Hickman, okay?); Mighty Avengers was well-written but will be a lot more fun without Axis because I do not want to read any more about evil Sam and evil Luke Cage. And Spider-Woman had way more Spider-People than I was expecting, but, hey, they went to Earth-90214! That's Noir! I should read the rest of Noir.

What I'm Reading Next

Who knows. Books.

Fun times last night

Nov. 26th, 2014 10:35 am
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Random offer of games night (the call was at 9:11 PM) with a couple of friends, plus wine, Ticket to Ride, Girl Guide cookies, loose lips equals fun impromptu sleep deprivation (added to the routine stuff and other fun but annex sleep deprivation). Woo! Also, I won at Ticket.

Running (shoes)

Nov. 26th, 2014 02:13 pm
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[personal profile] wildeabandon
I went running this morning! And Monday! And Saturday! Okay, that's not very many times yet, but it's twice more than I usually manage when I decide that I'm going to take up running, so my hopes are up. This morning I did the first episode of Zombies! Run!, which was pretty good fun, and I think will make it easier to keep it going. I've also ordered some gloves and warmer running gear, as it's been bloody cold when I first get started, and it's probably going to get a fair bit colder before the spring.

I think I could probably also do with getting some new trainers, as the ones I have now are about seven years old, and were pretty cheap and cheerful back then, but that strikes me as something that requires a bit more thought than gloves and leggings. People who run - any pointers on where I should get them, anything I should look out for, and how much should I be expecting to spend? FWIW, I expect to be running about 2-3 times/week, and usually no more than about 5km. Maybe with the occasional 10k run on weekends once I'm a lot fitter than I am now.

Also, in between vignettes about zombies I have music playing, and am really really bad/lazy about picking songs, so if anyone has any good exercise Spotify playlists to share/recommend, that would be fab.
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23:13 Sunday, 23 November, 2014
Purple also knows "The Humans Are Dead", so we sing/reference bits of it at each other every now and then. I think the latest was "no more unethical treatment of elephants".

I told Darkside that he was the best $HISNAME. And that I wasn't very good at being a $WALLETNAME. He pointed out that based on some of the more notorious instances of my walletname, those are some epic examples to live up to. Also, that death by religious persecution is unpleasant.

(Then ensued me mentioning the meeting in which everyone was saying "Azure", and I kept twitching...)


01:42 Wednesday, 26 November, 2014

Monday: slept late because I had a hard time getting to sleep, and unsettling dreams once I did: missing a technical interview because I'd slept through it, and being at a lunch counter in the 2nd-floor hall of my elementary school (well, 1.5th floor) where nothing looked like food I could eat and then things kept disappearing as I tried to make up my mind.

Naturally when I got to work, the cafeteria had decided to close a half-hour early because of the holiday week, and it was just by grace of other people in the grill line that I was able to get food at all. I checked in with my manager for our 1:1 (at one of the lobby couches because her room got poached).

Later, after the building was well on its way to ghost town status (early) I realized that traffic was not ass, and beat a hasty retreat home, via the gas station. Even after chatting with Nora, there was still time to go soak in the hot tub. I knelt and faced the ocean and had some thoughts. Then I relaxed. About when it was almost time to come in, I saw some grumpy cats with ringed tails climbing a nearby tree. So I watched them for a bit.

Tuesday:

Went to bed early, woke up early (before my early alarm). Came in to work early. Worked on stuff. Hit up the shipping & receiving office with some international outbound shipments for Carmageddon. Came back with a few things as well (they'd just checked them in and recognized me at the door).

Madam Standards saw my coffee mug with the initial A. I mentioned a few things. (Not my full name, however.)

I sent an IM to Mr. Bananas to see if he was the same jacket size as the jacket.

Had lunch with some of my teammates: Madam Standards, the Dogesitter, and the Norseman. There was, of course, hilarity. After the Norseman wandered off, the topic of 50 Shades of Grey came up. And Twilight.

"Are you Team Edward or Team Jacob? Our friendship may hinge on your answer!"

I, of course, am perpetually on "Team Bella goes the fuck to college", and I said pretty much that. We then discussed the pros and cons of Jacob: Bella wouldn't have to change in order to be with Jacob, and helloooo werewolf abs! I pointed out that Bella wasn't actually that into Jacob, and I dated a dude with his exact personality in high school, and hooo maaaaaaaaaaan was that not a great experience. So Bella should by no means be dating Jacob. Madam Standards pointed out that she had to change to be with Edward. Plus, werewolf abs. I reiterated: team college.

I saw in my email, as we were discussing these weighty matters, that there was a set of missed IMs from Mr. Bananas. For context, Mr. Bananas and Purple have known each other for approximately a decade, through two companies, and three offices. They were officemates at the last company, on a team that Purple was on prior to moving around, and now on their current team. I don't know what Purple's opinion is of Mrs. Bananas, but it's possible that their friendship has seniority timewise, at least, to Mrs. Bananas. They ask for each other as officemates when that's an option. They are, in short, good buddies.

Mr. Bananas: Hi Azure, how are you doing? my jacket size is M.
Mr. Bananas: so Purple told you that I have been eyeballing his jacket, huh
Mr. Bananas: to be clear.. i was just touching the jacket that happened to be on him
Mr. Bananas: no intention to touch him at all

I cracked the hell up, and found myself having to explain this to my lunchmates. It wasn't the most coherent explanation in the history of ever. I returned to my desk.

ajlunatic: Purple did mention that there had been some jacket envy
ajlunatic: alas, I only have the one spare one, and it is the same size as Purple's: XL
ajlunatic: I'm in no position to have any opinions about who is touching Purple ... unless of course he takes exception to it, in which case I am chivalrously obliged to back him up

StPatience in #adventuresofstnono provided a link. I cheerfully went on to share it with Steph, #VirtualH, the chatfish, and [off-topic].

http://imgur.com/gallery/fe7YCFt <- please enjoy this Cthurkey

I attempted to recruit Purple and/or Mr. Zune to come to the Seanan/Mira thing, but alas. Purple was becoming one with his couch, and the thought of heading to contend with San Francisco was just not on. I called Purple. He called me back from his landline (as his reception from his place is absolute ass) and we chatted a bit.

He also found the comments from Mr. Bananas amusing.

We also discussed the Cthurkey, particularly the tentacular aspect. There are reasons why I cherish my friendship with Purple. If he actually started a [hentai-turkey] list, I would probably have to hide under my desk in mortification. (We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.)

Then I had to get on BART to head to the Mira book release party for Symbiont. So I did that. And I got the book. And I started reading, stuffing reactions in [twitter.com profile] squeemachine, with page citations from the hardback. I found myself hissing the villain, as being me when I read is an interestingly interactive experience. I was not done reading when it came time for the party to start. It being a weeknight, it was a very small party. The peak may have been 11 people, not counting bookstore/cafe staff. Weeknight party attendance has nothing to do with how well the book will sell. It's a lovely book so far. I can't finish it tonight.

She did a reading from "Rolling in the Deep", which is what happens when they ask her to do a Mira story about mermaids. SPOILER ALERT! )

There were more prizes to go around than there were people present, because weekday. Yay books!

Tif was also there. Yay!

I like to have handcrafts at parties like this. This time, I worked assiduously on my loon shawl, continuing the process of loonembellishment. It's looking very nicely loony.

One of the questions was about LGBTQI...* representation. One of the challenges with Seanan's October Daye series fae is that with their effective immortality, most of the fae do average out to bisexual -- even a 95% straight fae is likely to run across those five exceptions -- but that can be a challenge to represent. (The audience member asking the question was pleased by the consistent way that people with these identities and experiences were sprinkled visibly throughout most of her books, which is rarer than it ought to be in the genre, and Seanan had many things to say. Among other things, she expressed that visible representation ought to be the bare minimum.) So that was how the topic of asexuality amongst the fae came up to start with. And the difficulty of expressing asexuality in a character without running the risk of screeding. And someone asked whether a particular character was not perhaps ace. Cue Seanan channeling said character for a brilliant few minutes about bodily fluids, and stickiness. Hilarity, etc.

When the questions were all answered, the books and shirts were all given away, and the books were all signed, it was time to wrap up. Tif and I popped across the street for burgers, and talked about a great many things, including social shenanigans (a specific fashion community's CAH supplements), cats (her cats, and the cat-buttering vaporware app), shoe woes, and the social difficulty of writing minutes for a meeting during which the local equivalent of Dr. Pulaski is not present, and therefore the entirety of the meeting is complaining about Dr. Pulaski.

I had a dodgy feeling about the 16th St station, so I walked back to 24th St. It was not as ultra sketch as 16th tends to be, but there were still things which I would identify as sketch. Including the dudes who were smoking up and then spitting on the floor inside the station while we were waiting for the train.

When I came home, lb had shared the following: http://betabeat.com/2014/09/this-is-maker-faires-secret-wall-of-animatronic-3d-printed-dicks/

Tomorrow will be Wednesday.

Thursday will be US Thanksgiving. Guide Dog Aunt is hosting; the other aunt will be joining us. Tay and her Young Man will be coming. Not sure how many cousins, if any. I plan to bring CAH, as this subgroup of family seems to be compatibly terrible with each other. (I am entirely willing to play CAH with my aunts and sister. When extra siblings from my aunts' generation come in, it may be Apples to Apples time.)

RIP duolingo streak

Nov. 26th, 2014 01:09 am
ysobel: A bunny (bunny comics) in the dotted-line red-x-in-corner broken-image style (404 not found)
[personal profile] ysobel
So I had been super proud of myself for maintaining my duo streak even with nano

(455 days)

(Which ran from the beginning of when I started duo, with four skips that were covers by the streak protection thing you can "buy" to cover a single day of inactivity)

Went to bed last night and totally crashed. Couldn't keep my eyes open at all -- and this was at like 9pm, when I usually get to sleep more like 11 -- so I listened to an audiobook until I stopped tracking it, and then slept.

Woke up just now (1am) and realized that I hadn't done duo. Went ack, and went in to do an easy lesson -- I am a boy, the man eats an apple -- because the usual thing would take too much braining (plus I can't see the left half of the keyboard because blanket, and touch typing is less possible on a touchscreen keyboard, so I'm typoing like hell) and I figured doing it now would make sure the streak protection kicked in.

Except I apparently hadn't done it the day before either.

So I am now on a one day streak.

On the one hand, I knew I couldn't keep it up forever. And 455 is something to be damn proud of. And I know I should be seeing the long success instead of the two days of failure: know I should be saying "well I just have to go longer the next time."

On the other, some of what was keeping me doing it daily was the streak itself, and I don't have that, and I don't think I can do it again. Fifteen months is a long time. And every time I see the streak length now, it'll just be a reminder of how I fucked up. Again. Because it feels like I always do.

(ETA and the mom voice in my head is saying that the thing I picked out as my reward for surviving November (and doing so well at nano, but I promised myself something for just getting through the month regardless of what happened with the writing) is now forfeit because of this. That something to reward good behavior does not go to people who mess up this badly. I am fighting that voice but it is … hard. Because my brain is apparently a minefield.)

This is SO Neat!

Nov. 25th, 2014 05:48 pm
dreamwriteremmy: Alexis Bledel, a smiling brunette girl wearing a pink shirt, sitting on a bench (Default)
[personal profile] dreamwriteremmy
Those of you on Facebook have already seen this but we're getting published in the Psychiatric Rehabilitation Association's newsletter for an article on the benefits of using/learning reiki. Yay first formal publishing credit!

Also can people please prompt us on the December talking meme (LJ)?

Things we're willing to do:
- Plurality FONSFAQ questions - here's the 2011 Master Post from that if there's anything there you'd like to see Our answers from ask them (including stuff we've claimed but not written)
- fiction prompts. December's fiction is Intergalactic Urban Search and Rescue so if you have prompts for either the science fantasy ship Hallows or the science fiction ship Heartbeat, leave them. If you need help, you can use any of the bingo cards on [personal profile] brides_koneko
- photography prompts
- any writing related prompts from our Mission 101 list
- ask us to make another 100 self-care tools post
- anything you want to ask us that you've been afraid to ask
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[personal profile] ursamajor
post-tags: instagram, crosspost "Then the horizon glows, almost like it's on fire." #sunset #winter #newengland

baked beans and spam

Nov. 25th, 2014 11:22 am
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[personal profile] jadelennox
I read my email in Alpine, because I love it; it's fast, powerful, and does 95% of what I want efficiently and easily. As a happy side effect, this means I see a kind of plaintext rendering of HTML email unless I request a browser view, making it much easier to instantly identify phishing scams (Alpine puts the destination domain after every link in its HTML rendering), and easier to not see gross images.

It also means I sometimes see text the phisher probably didn't know was there:

("hello" + " " + "world!");; val it : string = "hello world!" > "hello" + " " + "world!";;
val it : string = "hello world!" Why then String.length works with the first but not with the second one? >
String.length ("hello" + " " + "world!");; val it : int = 12 > String.length "hello" + " " + "world!";;
String.length "hello" + " " + "world!";; ------------------------^^^
amazon

Yes, other CSHTML are still updated correctly when I make changes. And yes, I tried displaying an empty
page, but it still displays the same old one


Hidden by CSS in the browser view. :D

some things!

Nov. 25th, 2014 03:06 pm
kaberett: Overlaid Mars & Venus symbols, with Swiss Army knife tools at other positions around the central circle. (Default)
[personal profile] kaberett
1. Lunch was sourdough bread made from my breadpet that was identifiably sourdough, it was great, I will add more water next time; and leek-and-potato soup with bay leaves & lovage (Liebstoeckel) from my mother's garden, & the best parev chicken-style stock.

2. I continue to listen to Vienna Teng on loop.

3. I was rather irritated by the most recent poetry-in-translation I read (because of the translator, not the author!). I accidentally had a bit of a rant and consequently feel somewhat better.

4. My largest smallcousin is a fuckin' rockstar and I am so proud of her.

Linkspam is muddling on

Nov. 26th, 2014 12:42 am
vass: a man in a bat suit says "I am a model of mental health!" (Bats)
[personal profile] vass
November
Monsters

Aaaaaaugh
Children’s Stories Made Horrific: Love You Forever (tw: dysfunctional parenting)

More Screaming
Some highlights from Kim Beom's 2012 installation piece, Yellow Scream. Startle warning: sudden very loud noises.

Myth and Legend
Ursula Vernon's 'The Sea Witch Sets The Record Straight'

Pleasant Ideas
In Which I... Plan a Walking Holiday. Jonathan describes how he and his partner plan theirs.

Sexism
Stephanie Giese compares boys' and girls' clothing. No, not just the slogans and colours, the fucking sizes and cuts.

Dickishness
How Dave Ramsey manages his company

Abuse
In Our Care: Four Corners' report on rapes and sexual assaults and other abuses by Yooralla employees on people with disabilities in their care. (Video with CC, no transcript, trigger warning for everything you would expect from that summary.)

Bears Repeating
Book of Jubilation's 'A note on “normal” for depressed folks'

I Don't Know What He's Talking About
Shark Cats are NOT horrible. They're adorable.
sineala: (Avengers: Steve/Tony: Frozen)
[personal profile] sineala
In what has apparently become my quest to write Steve/Tony in every possibly relevant canon, I wrote Marvel Noir fanfic. That's the one where Tony is basically Indiana Jones and Steve does not, strictly speaking, exist in canon, but why should that stop anyone?

Allegro, Forte (10720 words) by Sineala
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel Noir
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Janet Van Dyne, Nick Fury
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, First Time, Hero Worship, World War II
Summary: You should always meet your heroes. (Or: Tony Stark, formerly of Marvels magazine, encounters Captain America, formerly nobody special, at a party in 1942.)

There. Have some fanfiction.
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