I have a cold and feel vaguely terrible but also want company, so I’ll be watching this space.

My current tea: generic black tea a la Lipton, coz I can’t taste it. Going to make some peppermint sweet tea in a bit though.

What’ll you have? *puts kettle on*

ETA: Various folks have brought scones, ginger snaps, and Girl Scout cookies, which may be assumed to be baked in whatever sort of gluten-free, low-glycemic, dairy-free, or whatever manner the eaters desires and feels necessary. We also seem to have All The Tea at this point, with special attention to things that help knock back colds and other minor illnesses. Teatime manners here consist of being not deliberately knocking someone’s tea on the floor ( eying fellow felines known to exist in various households ) though if it should occur by accident I also have All The Paper Towels.

Old friends and new acquaintances are both very much welcome.
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The Postal Pub is O P E N !

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New Umbrella Academy comm

Feb. 16th, 2019 11:17 pm[personal profile] wenchpixie posting in [site community profile] dw_community_promo
[community profile] theumbrellaacademy is a new community for The Umbrella Academy! It's a general community, and while it’s mostly for the series we welcome discussions about the comics as well. As the show is newly on netflix, episode discussions will be under cut tags.

What’s welcome? Pretty much anything really! Episode discussions, icons, screencaps, gifs, thoughts on the comics, art or fics. Anything goes.



 I don't know why it took me two weeks to start them; I have nothing interesting in my life (from a tax point of view), so it takes me less than an hour. But, onerous task completed.
I am full of curry (it arrived so late, after a day when all I ate was breakfast) and I've about doubled the amount of Star Trek: Discovery I've watched (I'm still in the first season though so sshhh!). It has been a good evening.

[personal profile] diffrentcolours invited me around to watch it, apparently because me saying I was going to get around to catching up on it wasn't happening quickly enough for him (which is fair enough: it wasn't happening at all) and he wants to tell me things about the second season stuff.

Before this, I watched an old movie called The Body Snatcher because [personal profile] magister wanted me to know who Val Lewton was. It was good (but cringeworthy in its disability politics because it's like seventy years old) but I am looking forward to not watching any new things for a while now (I watched some Babylon 5 with Stuart on Thursday too). It helped a lot that Disco has audio description though. I continue to be so grateful for it.

I was home for approximately zero minutes and three seconds to drop off my backpack this afternoon and Gary was so excited to see me the first time but even more excited the second time I came back, just now. This second time he was also immediately keen for me to go upstairs to bed. With him. He was welcome to sit on our bed by himself, but many nights he decides that isn't good enough: he'll run up but if I don't follow in a minute or two he comes back downstairs and continues looking at me expectantly until I get the hint. This is what's happened tonight. And who am I to argue with him. Bed sounds good.
I swear I didn't plan this - just a fortuitous coincidence:  The first Saturday since I decided to do SOTDs on weekends too, and the song is by Saturday!

Lyrically, "WiFi" is basically the same concept as Twice's "Signal" - trying to get across to a clueless guy that you like him.  The music reminds me of a sped-up version of Momoland's "Bboom Bboom."  Still, while I don't really think there's anything really groundbreaking in the song, it's a bop, and it totally gets me moving.

Ripple Effect
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 4 of 4, complete
Word count (story only): 1579


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, set in Mercedes, this story begins with a focus on Aida Finn, and her reaction to the events of “Hello, Rachel Eastwitch!” It spans Thursday night and Friday, but would be most coherent to readers if it is read after “Off Day.” (Here’s the link to part one.) Aida’s choices affect her friendships with Jules and others, and her future, far more than she realizes in any given moment. Posted as the bonus story for the February 2019 Magpie Monday prompt call. Thank you, all! ::


Back to part three
:: Thanks for reading! ::




“That’s it,” Bennett declared, rummaging in his pants pocket with one hand while pointing toward the door marked “Employees Only ” with the other. “That’s the bathroom. I’ll get you a draping sheet and you can get stripped down. Half an hour’s work, on me.”

“That’s a good way to go out of business,” the man with lizard-tone skin declared.

Aida shrugged. “Or, look at it this way; he’s got the shop open in case someone walks in. That means that he’s here, the shop is cleaned top to bottom, and at the very least, if someone walks in and notices that you’re on the massage table instead of sitting in the chair for a tattoo, they’ll have a different expectation of him as a tattoo artist.”

She tossed a teasing grin at Bennett. “It’s not about proving that you can handle pain, right?”
Read more... )
Ripple Effect
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 3 of 4, complete
Word count (story only): 1419


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, set in Mercedes, this story begins with a focus on Aida Finn, and her reaction to the events of “Hello, Rachel Eastwitch!” It spans Thursday night and Friday, but would be most coherent to readers if it is read after “Off Day.” (Here’s the link to part one.) Aida’s choices affect her friendships with Jules and others, and her future, far more than she realizes in any given moment. Posted as the bonus story for the February 2019 Magpie Monday prompt call. Thank you, all! ::


Back to part two
On to part four




The shop was open, with the lights on and the green neon ‘open’ sign lit, but the sketches on display were from the day before. She bit her lip nervously, then barrelled ahead, sweeping into the shop to find Bennett sitting on the long ‘guest’ sofa, with a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose and a spiral bound notebook perched on his thigh. His foot, dangling just beyond the point where his ankle rested on his other knee, bobbed in time to music she couldn’t hear.

“Hello!” Aida greeted, then pointedly held the door open for several more seconds. “Apparently, Mercedes has attracted attention again,” she explained, then shrugged. “Evard? You’d better show up, and if you upset my friend, this time I will let the punch land!”

A snort answered her. Evard became visible again.
Read more... )
Ripple Effect
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 2 of 4, complete
Word count (story only): 1500


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, set in Mercedes, this story begins with a focus on Aida Finn, and her reaction to the events of “Hello, Rachel Eastwitch!” It spans Thursday night and Friday, but would be most coherent to readers if it is read after “Off Day.” (Here’s the link to part one.) Aida’s choices affect her friendships with Jules and others, and her future, far more than she realizes in any given moment. Posted as the bonus story for the February 2019 Magpie Monday prompt call. Thank you, all! ::


Back to part one
On to part three




“I’ll text you five minutes before the bell rings to let out, so you’ll wake up before the interesting classes start,” the tallest, and least talkative of the trio told his friend. The other boy loped away, leaving the tall, brown-haired teen standing awkwardly in the grass. “Aida… We were talking about how we acted to Drew, when we believed the rumor that he had Power Bestowal… If we email you an apology, can you forward it to him, or is he shut of the whole town forever?” he rushed to say.

“He left for his own safety,” Aida told him. “He didn’t leave us. We’re still family, and his friends didn’t buy Mister Bradstreet’s story to begin with,” she offered coolly. “If you email it to me, that also means that I have your permission to read it. I won’t send it if I think you’re spinning a line, or just trying to find out new gossip,” she warned.
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Ripple Effect
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 4, complete
Word count (story only): 1421


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, set in Mercedes, this story begins with a focus on Aida Finn, and her reaction to the events of “Hello, Rachel Eastwitch!” It spans Thursday night and Friday, but would be most coherent to readers if it is read after “Off Day.” (Here’s the link to part one.) Aida’s choices affect her friendships with Jules and others, and her future, far more than she realizes in any given moment. Posted as the bonus story for the February 2019 Magpie Monday prompt call. Thank you, all! ::


On to part two




Aida eyed the calendar pinned above her desk longingly. The colors of a Maldivian dawn, pooling over a welcoming ocean, seemed to stare back at her. She wanted to be done with everybody else’s crap. She wanted to go somewhere private and serene and within a stone’s throw of her friends in the ocean, not that she’d ever throw rocks at them, but maybe a manhole cover for Steel to use as a Frisbee… The distraction played out for moment before she pulled herself back to the task at hand.

Done at last.

She pushed her Esperanto work aside, mentally counting the days until she would hear back from the museum curators for her summer internship.

First, she had to get to Valentine’s Day, and that was a challenge even in middle school. At least she wasn’t likely to punch anyone this year.

No, first she had to get through Friday.

Forget it; all bets on keeping her temper were now down to five-minute increments. Maybe she could make it to lunch tomorrow.
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Home Is Where the Heart Is
By DIalecticdreamer/Sarah WIlliams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1705


:: This story begins just after the events of “Help from the In-Laws,” (link to part one) when Elisabeth Finn returns home a little too agitated to get back to sleep. She and Graham decide to put that restless energy to use pursuing their newest avocation: justice for Shiv, in the form of consequences to those who neglected and mistreated him when they should have been helping him. The story was written for the February 2019 Magpie Monday from a prompt by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith and sponsored by [personal profile] fuzzyred. Both shall be lauded in song and story! ::




Whirlwind dropped Elisabeth off with a cheery wave, her other hand full of a sticky cherry Danish still hot from the oven. Elisabeth balanced a white bakery box, printed in blue ink, and delicately curlicued French writing, and then slipped from the great room into the hall, intending to put the pastries in the kitchen.

She nearly bumped into Graham on the way. He had tossed on a faded sweatshirt, but she could see the collar of his pajamas peeking out, and his robe hung open over it all. “How’d it go?” he asked, his voice tight with worry.
Read more... )
Help from the In-Laws
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 2 of 2, complete
Word count (story only): 1315


:: This story is set in the Polychrome Heroics series, the Mercedes and the Shiv story arcs (though Shiv is Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Story). Written for the February Magpie Monday, this story has somewhat flexible timing, needing only a random Sunday morning in January, after Blues Moon is closed. It was written for a prompt from [personal profile] technoshaman and sponsored by [personal profile] fuzzyred, who are both worthy lares for any bard’s hearth.


Back to part one
:: Thanks for reading! ::




Boss White had arrived, clad in a dark gray suit without the jacket, but with his vest properly buttoned and his tie perfectly knotted. He nodded respectfully to Doctor Finn, effortlessly holding everyone’s attention in the main room.

She nodded in return, still rubbing the baby’s back. “So far, she looks healthy, and there’s no obvious sign of trauma or reason to run a blood panel.” Elisabeth frowned. “Age wise, she’s probably closer to ten months than a year, but her progress is either right on track or a little ahead of the curve.” A delicate lift of her eyebrow was the only warning she gave before asking Boss White, “Do you think that you can find her name? I’ve seen recent examples of using telepathy and other skills to look for such details.”
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Help from the In-Laws
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 2, complete
Word count (story only): 1250


:: This story is set in the Polychrome Heroics series, the Mercedes and the Shiv story arcs (though Shiv is Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Story). Written for the February Magpie Monday, this story has somewhat flexible timing, needing only a random Sunday morning in January, after Blues Moon is closed. It was written for a prompt from [personal profile] technoshaman and sponsored by [personal profile] fuzzyred, who are both worthy lares for any bard’s hearth.


On to part two




The call came in at a quarter to midnight. Elisabeth reached the land line first, answering with an increasingly alert, “Hello, Doctor Finn speaking.”

“Well, drat, I was trying to reach Molly. I think an EMT is enough, I just need somebody to check over the kid I found in the walking alley between Blues Moon and the storage building.” It was a female voice, perhaps twenty or twenty-five, but rushed with anxiety.
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Tough Loafing

Feb. 16th, 2019 09:59 am[personal profile] stickmaker
 
Earlier in the week I tried a new recipe for whole wheat bread. The breadmaker struggled and I added extra water, but the loaf still came out half the size it should have. I wonder if I mismeasured the flour. Oh, well.
 
I threw it out for the birds, but they still haven't touched it. 

Welcome back to my Bilingual Silmarillion Reread! Previous posts in this series are Part 1 and Part 2.

In this post, I’ll begin talking about the Quenta Silmarillion, the part of the book that deals with the First Age of Middle-Earth. This is the section that has all my major favorite bits, too. But I’ll get to those in due time!

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Mirrored from angelahighland.com.

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[46/365] oops

Feb. 15th, 2019 07:15 pm[personal profile] hollymath
Technically I am a few hours late but I'm going to backdate this. I didn't write anything "today" because I basically fell asleep, curled up on the couch, about 7:30 last night. I woke up when the Doctor Who finished, about nine, and Jennie was like "maybe you should go to bed?" so I did. I don't know why I was so tired, that's a very odd thing for me to do, but I did. And I went straight to sleep and have slept until the wee hours of the morning.

I had another frustrating time with buses yesterday morning. I spotted a 191 coming, stuck my hand out, and neither that nor my white cane was enough to make the bus stop. I get so mad when that happens. Because I'm not even asking for accommodations at that point, I've done as much as anybody ever needs to do to catch a bus. And when it isn't enough...what else can I do? I was in the middle of composing angry tweets about this when a 197 zoomed by. At that point I went from angry to just wanting to lie on the ground and have a temper tantrum.

I had the other problem on Monday, the one where the drivers don't tell me what number bus they're driving, so I got the wrong bus and was so late for work I was worried it wouldn't be worth going at all (since I can I only work for an hour before I have to leave for uni). When I complained about that I still got defensive replies about all the reasons buses might not stop (they clearly hadn't read my tweets or they'd have seen this wasn't the problem I was having! maybe I've got a reputation), including "no passengers waiting at the bus stop," and I don't know how that could be a problem I could have unless...blind people don't count as passengers. That would fit with how it feels to me, too.

Anyway, I get so sick of talking about disability stuff. And I did loads of other stuff this week: went to see The Favourite on Monday and loved it. I finally got my screenreader fixed on Wednesday (first time it's worked this academic year! I counted up the chapters/essays I'd been assigned to read so far this semester and it was fifteen; screenreader-less, I'd so far managed two). I was on a tiring LGBT "intersectionality" panel on Wednesday too. Thursday I got to see Stuart for the first time in more than a month -- too long! Now I'm in Brighouse, mostly sleeping apparently! It's still dark, so good night.
(I'm not saying that Squirrel Nut Zippers' "Meant to Be" is intended to be about decluttering and finding that one perfect object you absolutely have to keep, but it's very fun to listen to it that way.)

Tonight I showed X the cute gay couple episode of Tidying Up ("I feel like I was just punched in the face by niceness," they said), and then we turned around and considered the bookcase behind us.

The right-now book )

Categories of maybe-keep-maybe-not books )

Categorizing the books in this fashion made it easy to pull down a dozen or so and send them on their merry way. X reminded me not to do too much tonight—I have a cold (again) and have been sleeping very badly (again) and that's not ideal for this sort of emotional task—so I channeled my tidying urges into trimming the extremely large mattress-type tags off our new dining chair cushions and agreeing with X and J that we should get rid of our coat tree, which is huge and space-occupying in a non-useful way.

And now I'm going to to take a long hot bath and read High Stakes, because it said "Read me now!" and there is no better reason to read a book.

EDIT: It was just as good as I remember, and I had forgotten enough of the plot to get very tense in a few places and appreciate how it all went down. Absolutely an A+ keeper—I may have to wait another 20 years to forget the plot again, but when I want to read it I will be very glad to have it to hand.

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