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Sep. 21st, 2014 05:56
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Went to bed early (11:30) last night because I had a bike race in the morning. Woke up around 3:15 because Shula was hissing- ear issues, I think- and could not get back to sleep.

Sometimes it does not pay to keep trying to sleep. I'll just deal with the race on what little I was able to get and then come home and get a nice bath and try not to nod off in it.

Oh, and at some point I'll also do an entry on my flying lesson yesterday. We did autorotations!
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Being a nice person is so fun

Waiter messes something up? You can see the relief on their faces when you don’t scream and swear at them about it

Extra tickets at an arcade/prize place? Watch a little kid’s face light up when you give them a bunch of tickets

There are too many assholes in this world. Be a nice person.

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So, I started playing Dangan Ronpa 2 the other day, and at first I was like, wow, this is a lot more fan-servicey than the first game and I am not sure I am comfortable with this –

And then the second trial happened )


Sep. 21st, 2014 05:24
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From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2014-09-08:

"To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan and not quite enough time." -- Leonard Bernstein

(submitted to the mailing list by Mike Krawchuk)

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Oh my god youre straight? I had no idea. You seem normal to me. Did you know that Sara is straight to? You two should totally hook up. I cant believe youre straight. You could be my straight best friend. We could go to football games together. Itll be so much fun. So like how long have you been straight? Youre whole life!? No way.

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"Let’s start, babe."


I mean, for any red-blooded fangirl WHERE ELSE CAN THE MIND GO?

breathlessly, links

Sep. 21st, 2014 09:56
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Briefly: am in the gorgeous Southern Tyrolia alps with the APs, must use the finally arrived sunshine, off to hike now, hence will be able to watch the latest Doctor Who not earlier than this late afternoon. However, have two links to posts I loved reading:

Doctor Who:

LISTEN meta on last week's DW episode which puts it excellently in a larger Whovian context.

Scriptwriter and Director of Breaking Bad's OZYMANDIAS look back a year later.

(Which reminds me I was here in the Southern Tyrolian alps, too, when BB ended. Tempus fugit indeed. Also, the article mentions Rian Johnson is set to direct the Star Wars sequel after the next one, if I understand it correctly, which, um, does that mean I have to watch it? I am that oddity, more invested in the prequels than in the classic trilogy anyway and really not interested in what happened next. Then again: Rian Johnson did some fantastic work on Breaking Bad and I'm glad he'll get a cinematic break. Presumably he won't use lense flares, either. Hm.)

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Sep. 21st, 2014 00:33
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I got really bored and thus I am now on Facebook. I am kind of not seeing the big deal about it, tbh. I'll probably just use it for my dissertation research and chatting with friends but the bulk of my personal life blogging will still remains here on DW, and on Tumblr.

Today was a complete bust. I didn't even have breakfast. I walked outside a couple of times but that was it.

I, uh, found a funnel spider living on my dustpan if that counts as something interesting.

Poem: "Dreams into Space"

Sep. 21st, 2014 02:33
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This is the freebie for the September Crowdfunding Creative Jam.  It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] ellenmillion.  It also fills the "beautiful" square in my 9-1-14 card for the [community profile] genprompt_bingo fest and the "space travel" square on my Wordsmith Bingo card.  This poem belongs to The Blueshift Troupers project.

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Sep. 21st, 2014 08:12
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This morning, in the context of the result of the Referencum - in the context of relations between the UK and its constituent countries - within the space of 20 minutes the term "to welsh" was used TWICE.

In particular, Andrew Marr ought to know better.

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post-tags: instagram, crosspost How have we been friends for over two decades already?!

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Sep. 20th, 2014 23:36
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I did get up and do things yesterday--bathing proved unexpectedly labour-intensive because the hot water boiler had run out of fuel, so I ended up making my own hot water with the stove, kettle, and microwave, and bathed in a few inches of water. (I wanted to shave my legs, which requires hot water.) Then I deposited my cheque, bought shelf brackets at Target, ate dinner at my local pub (at the bar, where the bartender was nice and complimented my handwriting when I pulled out my NCIS:LA story to add a few lines, and a couple drunk boys tried to impress me and I completely quashed their self-esteem without even trying) and headed home.

I'd had a glass of wine with dinner so I was tipsy, and I got home to find Raleigh Beckett roommate also tipsy with rum and coke, talking to my landlord (who had bought a Roomba, which Emily is afraid of). RBR got telling war stories from Afghanistan, which was mostly amusing so long as you rolled with the dark humour, but I was not so surprised when he came back from the bar he'd gone to with friends with a sprained wrist and chipped teeth from a fight. I iced him, hydrated him, hugged him, and put him to bed; and then today I subjected him to my "I think you're dealing pretty well but as a therapist and enough of an army brat by adoption to know, I am slightly concerned and giving you a lecture on mental health practices and things that should warn you to go seek help."

Then today my landlord and I put up shelves for the cat. Landlord did not much understand cats when I moved in--the two cats who occupied my room before I moved in were aggressive terrors who peed everywhere--so I've been teaching him how to be a cat person with some help from Jackson Galaxy, and now it's gratifying to see him revving up Emily, then spotting the signs of aggression and grabbing the big ostrich plume she likes to let her try to kill it. And also he took to "catification" like a duck to water (a duck, especially, whose next big project is installing the natural gas water heater, which looks intimidating and expensive, so he adores a chance to procrastinate) so he happily planned a kitty play-area on the wall behind the TV in the living room with me. (He wants a Victorian/steampunk aesthetic, and I floated the idea of making furniture from PVC pipe painted metallic colours; he declared he'd rather use actual brass, and found a used brass bedstead online for $40 and sketched up a plan to take it apart and reassemble it into a cat tree.)

Now we have two 4-foot shelves up near the ceiling (my brackets, and the discarded leaf from a table he threw out, sawed in half lengthwise). Then I bought some moulding to help support the smaller transitional shelves to help her jump up there, he cut the moulding strips and foot-long lengths of cedar, and I spent the evening sanding the rough cedar boards. He said he was allergic to cedar sawdust so I did it downstairs--and wow, I did not realize cedar sawdust was that much nastier than other kinds, but OH GOD IT REALLY IS.

I've put my sawdust-covered clothing in the wash, and will go downstairs and vaccuum things out in a couple minutes. Then I'd like to stay up and put a first coat of stain on the shelves and moulding, since it takes at least two, and has to dry for eight hours in between.

I am now here, not there.

Sep. 21st, 2014 06:44
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Today I hit a point where I was really, really done with Facebook. Their real names policy is morphing into a real gender policy, and they are already cracking down. The digital jackboot is at our throats, people. Joking aside, this is serious stuff for anyone who is directly affected — anyone who happens to be transgendered, anyone who is trying to avoid a stalker or past abuser, anyone whose views are dangerously unpopular. The list is endless, really. Google messed up with this in the nymwars fiasco, but it seems that Facebook has not done the right thing by following suit.

Zuckerberg: I’m looking right at you. You have a choice to do the right thing, to be on the right side of history, or be remembered as that billionaire douchebag whose online service everyone left because they couldn’t stomach the transphobia and the misogyny. Fix it. Fix it now, or you’re MySpace. Mark my words.

In my previous post here, I made it pretty clear that I’m not going to play the Facebook game again until such time as they capitulate and end their heinous policy. This led to me thinking further, however — how could I maintain some kind of writing/blogging presence that doesn’t involve giving Facebook my time, but would still make it possible to stay in touch with people. I don’t want to lose the connections I’ve made there.

idncI did a bit of digging around. I’ve had this WordPress blog for a little while now, but hadn’t posted too much. It was originally intended to be just a home for my musical endeavours, but they are sparse enough that it seemed to make sense to do more with it. Then it dawned on me that I could syndicate my blog posts across most of the platforms I care about, including Facebook, Google+, LiveJournal, DreamWidth, Twitter and Tumblr, without it taking forever to actually maintain a presence on all of those sites.

So here I am. On everything, posting from digital nowhere.

If this posts everywhere I hope it does, it’ll be the first time I’ve posted in some of those places in years. 2009 for DreamWidth!

(Please pardon the heinous SEOification in the tags on sites that support it — I really want this seen, so I’m cheating. And please, please share the original post if you feel you are able. This kind of thing can’t be allowed to stand.)

Please note: this was cross-posted from my main blog at http://goo.gl/QsSIWr -- If you want me to definitely see your replies, please reply there rather than here.

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by Linda Nagata

I sighed deeply and shoved the savant away, watching its silvery wing-shape bobble on the air, wondering what Yaphet would choose to do. It was Moki’s soft growl that brought me back to the present.

He stood on the rock beside me, staring down the escarpment, at the track we had come up that afternoon.  I leaned forward, striving to see past the darkness beneath the trees, fully expecting Kaphiri to appear on the trail we had made, a shadow walking out of the shadows, but I could see nothing.  I heard nothing, but Moki growled again and when I laid a comforting hand on his back I felt his red fur raised high.

It might be a lion stalking us.  And my rifle was still on my bike.  “Liam!” I shouted, and my voice echoed across the escarpment.

I listened for the sound of some great creature charging through the forest below, but I heard only Liam and Udondi calling me. “Jubilee!  Where are you?”

“By the escarpment.  Pull the rifles.  Moki thinks something’s down there.”

Then several things happened at once.  Behind me I heard Liam bounding across the bog. Beside me Moki danced back, barking furiously – his high-pitched warning bark.  My heart turned over.  I rose to my feet.

I saw it then: a silver-colored worm sliding uphill along the track we had followed in the
afternoon.  It did not gleam like a savant, but its surface caught the starlight so it looked like a faintly glittering cord of light.  I guessed it to be six feet long, but very thin, probably no more than an inch in diameter.  It moved with stunning speed, not slowing for rocks or the rough terrain as any organic creature would, but gliding over them as if it truly was made of light.  By this unnatural locomotion I knew at once it was a mechanic, and with equal certainty I guessed it had been sent to hunt us.

Moki’s barking grew more frantic and he scampered back, showing more sense than me.  I should have retreated.  But I’d seen the worm move and I knew I couldn’t outrun it.  So I scrambled higher onto the rock outcropping where I had been sitting.

I didn’t see the worm reach the edge of the escarpment. It was just there, sliding out of the grass and onto the moss-slick rocks where I stood.  A bullet whined, smacking the stone just ahead of the worm, throwing mud and moss and sharp rock flecks into my face.

I slipped.  I went down on my side and the worm was on me.  It slid over my legs, then across my chest.  I grabbed at it, just as its tiny mouth flared open, exposing the glittering point of a single tiny fang.  In my hands I felt cold metal scales; on my neck, a piercing, pinpoint of pain.  I flung the worm away over the precipice. Two rifle shots followed as I regained my feet and jumped down to the bog.  I was halfway back to the forest when my legs gave out beneath me.


Linda Nagata is an award-winning science fiction and fantasy author. MEMORY is a far-future science fiction novel originally published by Tor and nominated for the John W. Campbell Memorial Award.



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