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Posted in full at: on May 28, 2017 at 09:45PM

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Tumblr post (this is likely a reblog, and may have more pictures over there)

First Inspection

May. 28th, 2017 11:41 pm
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We're leaving tomorrow for vacation, and for the last week, it's been on and off again rain.

I don't really like to go into the hive when it's raining, since the bees get grumpy about getting exposed to bad weather.  So I just held off for four days. I'd been hoping to do the inspection on Wednesday, but it wasn't good and sunny until Sunday morning.

So I skipped church, and went into the hive in mid-morning, when the sun was full on, and a lot of the field workers were out. I prepped with a sugar water spray bottle, my suit, and head gear, and just went right in.

And I found what I'd hoped to find... )


May. 28th, 2017 10:22 pm
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I found these on my external hard drive. I miss making dolls. The two on the right are customs, whereas the one on the far left is the original.

Sadly, I had to remove the lipstick and eyebrows of the pink Megara because the paint was bleeding into the vinyl. I don't know what it is about paint with red pigments in it, because it always bleeds into the vinyl. I've tried different methods to prevent it and have never been successful. Luckily, the staining will eventually fade once the paint is removed. I don't know how long it's been, but the staining has pretty much vanished on my pink Megara. Now she needs new eyebrows and lips.

Two more pics under the cut )
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Posted by dapanach

Title: For freedom and the fear of forgetting
Author: dapperanachronism
Artist: musicalluna
Rating: teen
Universe: MCU
Word Count: 11678
Warnings: none

Fic Summary: Steve's eyes linger on Tony until the last possible second, as if he’s trying to memorize features he’s desperate not to forget.

Because he will, if they don’t get out of here and fast.

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More about the squirrels

May. 29th, 2017 12:53 am
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They couldn't get them out of the cottage. So we are going to have a professional remove them. This is going to be a major problem since no one was scheduled to be up there til July, all the arrangements will have to be done from down here and with luck maybe Cousin Janet will be willing to help out. Aunt Helen seemed to think she would at any rate.

Anyway, that was a good chunk of my day, talking to The Kid and then calling Aunt Helen. But aside from that, I did some reading and played on the computer and napped.

Then in the late afternoon, I went out with [profile] mashfanfcchick and her mother. We had a late lunch at Noodles and Company, and then went to Barnes and Noble, where I got three books, an urban fantasy and two mysteries.

After that we went to Target, where I got a shirt and a new umbrella. And finally we did a late super at Chiles. And the server at Chilies gave a profound example of the inadequacies of the educational system in the US. We asked for the bill to be put two thirds on one card, and one third on another (mine). And she had no idea what we meant. Seemed like she had no idea what the word "third" meant. (and she had no accent to indicate that English ight not have been her first language) Scary.

Anyway, we got that straightened out and they brought me home. Feeding the cats now, then going to read some.

The FWiB called while I was out so I couldn't talk long. Looking forward to better tomorrow.

Gratitude List:

1. Friends.

2. I know what the word "third" means.

3. The Kid.

4. Chocolate cake for dessert.

5. Books! and bookstores.

6. The FWiB.

Kid still shattered

May. 29th, 2017 12:52 am
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Did 75 or so minutes of walking around. 60 of them counted on my exercise ring on my watch. I suppose it's helping a bit to do all this blighted walking, in that while I was exhausted, my feet were not killing me. Or something. I dunno. I still get out of breath climbing the stairs -- but in the same ratio of "there are stairs from the laundry room in the basement, up to the second floor where the bedrooms are" exhaustion. (Reminder for UK: "second floor" is the one that's just above ground level. Ground level = First floor here.)

Talked about my worldbuilding for Copper Leaf Bargains with spouse a bit. I need to start re-reading it -- probably in the middle, because I know the beginning TOO WELL and it cannot hold me. I may need to read it backwards, chapter by chapter. (So last chapter, then one before that, then before that, etc.) And figure out what the various antagonists are doing.

Something to talk to spouse about besides politics, anyway. I wish politics would stop being dreadfully annoying, so I could think about my make-believe world and its politics, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.


Havva Quote
arcangel has been exercising and her mind is full of crossover Borg-in-Clone-Wars and she is now full of bad ideas.
arcangel says, “Like Borg Family Robinson.”
Maya hehs.
Maya says, “So do you tame a Romulan if you bite their ear?”
arcangel [to Maya]: Only if you do it right. O;>
Maya snickers.

(Explanation available upon request. Or, well, actually... here's the context:
Don't drink anything while you're reading UrsulaV's livetweet of reading Swiss Family Robinson. )

INwatch+Bookwatch )

Dragons under fold )


May. 28th, 2017 09:38 pm
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Chairs. Chairs are a very good for tired.

Beds. Also good.

Got food. Food I can eat. Yes.

Water. Properly filtered now with filter from store. Yes, so many chores we did. Yay water.

NOT grateful for brain not fully boot up all day, but okay. Grateful for at least not feeling BAD on top of not think properly; feel okay, just can hardly process, and body does not want to energy. Or heavy things - heavy things are a clear firm NO DO NOT I WILL MAKE YOU SORRY IF YOU DO THAT so I was good and did not do that today. Difficult. Thanks. Yes. I am grateful for S moved all the heavy groceries and laundry. S is good.

Garden yessss and the little plants. I cannot words. But happy yes plants.

fiber monday

May. 28th, 2017 09:32 pm
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Worked on what I can't quite call "the commemorative shawl" for short. (In March I said, "a shawl for myself which was begun a year and a half ago to commemorate my final solo project at the prior office.") Perhaps "ghost shawl." It has let the hurt finger recover; I haven't decided whether to try finishing it off, which'd be situationally apt, or to resume ___Sand cardigan, which I'd like to wear sooner than the shawl.

Stretching what's possible to imagine:
"Could I have that when it's done?"
"No, it's for me."
"Could you make me one like it, after this one?"
"This is complex enough that I may make you one when you finish high school."

SIFF hot take May 28, 2017 at 09:06PM

May. 29th, 2017 04:06 am
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Finding Kukan doc about Kukan, the first "best documentary feature" (1941), which is considered a lost film, and Li Ling Ai, credited as "technical advisor". the filmmaker makes a case for Li Ling Ai as the true producer. it's a nifty detective story and uses shadow play under some of the narrative, to great effect. Kukan itself was about the second Sino Japanese war and was remarkable for its color footage of the bombing of Nanking, shot at ground level. this doc was chock full of interesting stuff about the lives of Chinese-Americans in the 30s, plus great footage of the director presenting her research to a weeping audience in modern-day Chongquing. notable comment from Q&A: Kukan wasn't that old and its history has mostly been lost. five of the people interviewed in the film are dead as of this viewing. the director urged us to record our parents and grandparents while we can.

Back from con.

May. 28th, 2017 11:55 pm
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Thanks to low traffic and a good bus driver, I got in almost an hour early, and got into my apartment at about the time the original ticket said I'd be back in Manhattan.

So tonight I go back to sleep in my own bed, and tomorrow I begin the process of a con write-up - and as promised, those Buffy/Vorkosigan crossover thoughts I've been teasing friends about.

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May. 28th, 2017 11:05 pm
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I just saw an infographic, apparently produced by a veterinary clinic, that equated a purebred dog with health problems to a badly manufactured car. [Note: The post at the link has the infographic and then a long story with graphic details about an injured dog.]

And I get that breeding for traits that look cool but harm the animal's health is a very serious problem that people should be made aware of, but could we please even slightly tone down the rhetoric where we compare animals with health problems to defective machines? Please.

Read more... )

BlackSwan of Bloom

May. 28th, 2017 10:44 pm
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Today was like several days in one, as the weather kept changing in our little Magic Kingdom. Rain was predicted for the morning. We thought, "Oh, maybe it will clear up out by the shore." We picked up coffee and doughnuts from Cops and Doughnuts, and drove to the camp beach, where a downpour greeted us before we could get out of the car. Cold rain outside; hot coffee and a cherry-filled hand pie inside. There are worse fates.

When it showed no signs of slacking off, we scampered down to the beach house with our umbrella, and found a sheltered picnic table on the deck where we sat and watched the weather. We were cozy because I gave the Sparrowhawk my jacket to put on over his own. Tip for happiness in Michigan: always keep a wool sweater in the car--preferably a baggy old one that will fit over whatever else you're wearing and will not be harmed by contact with sand and water. I had my sweater, so I could give away my jacket and still be warm. Also! I had a large old wool blanket in the back of the car. I am a tactical genius. When hypothermia started creeping up on us anyway, we retired to the motel where the Sparrowhawk had a nap and I read a book on my phone.

When scraps of blue sky started showing through in the west, we returned to the park and hiked around a path on the far side of the river. It's mostly steps and boardwalk, so not too damp and muddy post-rain. In fact, about a million steps go up to and along the top of a high ridge of dunes with many wonderful views. We went slowly, stopping to admire many giant trees, one of them adorned with a porcupine that had somehow climbed up to a high perch, and returned in a loop that runs beside the river. We had an early supper, more napping and lolling, and then walked down the beach and watched the sunset, which was dramatic and glorious thanks to all the clouds. Oh, and we also opened a bottle of the champagne the Sparrowhawk thoughtfully provided for the occasion. I suppose this sounds kind of like old-people fun, but honestly, it's pretty much what we liked to do when young, as well!
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Full Fathom Five by Max Gladstone

4 of 5 stars
This is the second book I've read in the Craft Sequence, and I liked it better than the first. Maybe that's because I'm more familiar with Gladstone's world (and an inventive, layered, complex world it is), and maybe it's because the setting for this book--an island, with the appropriate isolationist economy and worldview that the villain will repeatedly murder to defend--has a laserlike focus that the first book seemed to lack. In any event, I can see the improvement in the author's (heh) craft: the pacing and plotting are tighter (perhaps a touch slow in the first half, but necessary to set up and advance the storylines of the two protagonists), the characterizations better, and the ending is nicely landed.

Most of all, the author avoids dragging his story down with infodumps, despite this being an extremely complicated and unique universe. (I mean, hell, in Gladstone's world, gods and goddesses are literal beings that live by and through the numbers and fervency of their worshipers, and they can die. In fact, the death of an idol, which here is an artificially created deity that doesn't quite have the worshipers to attain full sentience, kicks off the book.) He reveals just what you need to know at any given moment while getting on with the story, which inspires trust in the reader. I assumed I would be able to figure everything out by the end, and I did. It was also and absorbing and rewarding ride getting to that end, thanks to the sparkling characterizations of Kai and Izza, the protagonists.

In addition, there's a nicely plotted mystery involved, which ties in with themes of change and the acceptance of the fact that your small, isolated piece of real estate and culture cannot, and will not, remain static forever. The villain wants to hold back that metaphorical tide, and does some terrible things in service to his goal. (He also has a seriously creepy police force in the Penitents, living stone statues that swallow people whole and infect their minds in an attempt to brainwash them.) In the end, he is defeated by Kai and Izza, in a hard-fought and very much earned victory. The book ends on a bittersweet but hopeful note: change is coming to the island of Kavekana, but thanks to the efforts of these two, the people are far better prepared to meet it.

One of the front blurbs on this book mentions it as belonging to the "urban fantasy" genre. This is a misnomer, as it is no such thing. Humans populate this world, but it does not reflect our continents and cities, and culture- and history-wise it is very much its own thing. Max Gladstone's excellent worldbuilding is just one of the attractions of this series, which I wholeheartedly recommend.

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May. 28th, 2017 09:33 pm
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Scott has scavenged a hard drive from one of his old laptops. It remains to be seen how hard it will be to restore my data and programs. Right now, he's trying to clear his old data off it because there's almost no space there.

We have a program that makes hourly backups, so I probably won't lose files. I'm not sure about applications, though. We've never needed to restore from backup before.
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This is brilliantly put:


I know you want to, and you are constantly being told that you must, excel at and be committed to, for example:

1. earning a living wage
2. healing from and/or dealing with injury, illness, emotional trauma, disability
3. basic self-care and adulting (laundry, financial management, etc.)
[... nine more categories elided... ] enough downtime to keep you functional.

But excelling at each of those is equivalent to a full-time job and you cannot physically do them all. In fact, our society considers basic competence at two of them to be a passing grade. ONLY TWO.[...]
Read the whole thing. Recommended.

ETA: I would spin yet a thirteenth category off from #2. Distinct from health is recovering from catastrophe – I had to deal with both The Evacuation and exciting health issues in the past year, and they were quite distinct, though intersecting. Dealing with moving out of my home, having it remediated, and then moving back in, on no notice, was a full-time job. Heck, I'm not even done. TODAY I moved one of my large garment bags (full of summer clothes, natch) home from [personal profile] tn3270's place. I still have [personal profile] jducoeur's handcart. My house is still full of boxes (though, admittedly, that's its default state.) I still don't know where everything goes. Meanwhile along the way I was also trying to do physical therapy appointments and seeing an escalating chain of medical specialists. Whee.

SIFF hot take May 28, 2017 at 06:33PM

May. 29th, 2017 01:33 am
ironymaiden: (siff)
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Cook Up A Storm

loved it. a chef with a chip on his shoulder takes on a chef with a chip on his shoulder. then they unite in order to deal with their daddy issues. molecular gastronomy, Chinese street food, and Iron Chef-style cooking competition are all a feast for the eyes. There's also a charming neighborhood crowd and evil developers. no romance, just bromance and so much awesome food. if you love Iron Chef or Chef's Table, and all the people who live in the building in Kung Fu Hustle (as I do) then this is for you.

in other news, I found a seat in Pac Place with a power outlet. score.

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May. 28th, 2017 08:57 pm
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The moon is growing.
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So this is something new that I am gonna do-- I'm going to post one of my icons, and then sort of go on why I chose the song to be the basis of my icon; (since music inspires most of what I do in life-- and back when I RPed regularly, oh gods-- the music)

Default icon - - Laguna Loire | Final Fantasy VIII

Secret-- I actually dislike Final Fantasy VIII.

But you know, characters are important to me, and while playing the game I came soon across the saving grace of that game and one character who has remained one of my favorite characters of all time. I was immediately drawn to him because man, he was just unfailingly cheerful and good natured, albeit clumsy and a bit shy, but that was what made me love him, and the moment that Squall went "I dreamt I was an Idiot", well I just fell head over heels in love with him even more. Because of Laguna's integral placement in the game, I found myself playing through it-- I mean the only character in the main party that I really liked was Selphie (and maybe Edea as well-- because misunderstood villians)

When I created this icon, it was right when the Dissidia Duecodiem art came out, and I found out that Laguna was going to be in it. ICON AHOY! And the song came to me because I wanted something to sort of represent him, and this song really hit

"At least we meet on no man's land-- just footprints in the sand
We meet on no man's land, at last"

I mean I know that Squall accused Laguna of not being a great dad, but I believe without a shadow of a doubt that Laguna tried his hardest-- but situations spiralled out of control, and he had so much to do-- and responsibility just got thrust on him (as such is the case with all capricorns, responsibility hunts them down with a giant gun, shooting to kill). But this song, it's about forgiveness-- the eight letters, three words, one meaning stands for "I am sorry", and I truly believe that at the very end they were able to re-conciliate, and that makes me happy.

Perfect song for Laguna.


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