Read "Fic for Helgatwb" by Chanter_greenie

Sun, Jan. 25th, 2015 08:11 pm
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 [personal profile] helgatwb made an icon for [personal profile] chanter_greenie based on the mentally stressed medieval beasts I posted recently.  So [personal profile] chanter_greenie wrote this piece about spring, which I would class as creative nonfiction.  It is primarily about smells, so my vision-impaired readers should definitely check it out.

Blizzard Warning

Sun, Jan. 25th, 2015 05:58 pm
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A crippling and potentially historic blizzard to impact the area mainly from late Monday into Tuesday, lingering into early Wednesday.

Blizzard Warning in effect from 7 pm Monday, January 26, 2015 to 1 am EST Wednesday, January 28, 2015.

The National Weather Service in Taunton has issued a Blizzard Warning, which is in effect from 7 pm Monday to 1 am EST Wednesday. The Winter Storm Watch is no longer in effect.

Locations: portions of central Massachusetts as well as northern Connecticut.
Hazard types: Heavy snow, strong winds and blizzard conditions. Considerable blowing and drifting snow.
Accumulations: snow accumulations of around 20 to 30 inches. With locally higher amounts. Snowfall rates of 2 to 4 inches an hour at times.
Timing: while the storm is expected late Monday lingering into early Wednesday, the worst of the storm will be Monday night through Tuesday afternoon.
Impacts: Heavy snow and strong winds will result in White-out / blizzard conditions with near zero visibility. Travel will be impossible and life threatening across the entire region. Also snow may be wet enough to result in downed tree limbs and power outages in addition to the winds.
Winds: North-northeast 15 to 25 mph with gusts around 35 to 45 mph. The height of the winds will be late Monday night into Tuesday.
Visibilities: one quarter mile or less at times.

A Blizzard Warning is issued when sustained winds or frequent gusts over 35 mph are expected with considerable falling and/or blowing and drifting snow. Visibilities will become poor with Whiteout conditions at times. Those venturing outdoors may become lost or disoriented, so persons in the warning area are advised to stay indoors.

All unnecessary travel is discouraged beginning Monday afternoon. To allow people already on the road to safely reach their destination before the heavy snow begins, and to allow snow removal equipment to begin to clear roads.


If I lose power--and that's not uncommon where I live--it may be some time before I'm back online. My main concern is the possible loss of electricity. If the power goes off, so will the stove, the hot water, my medical equipment (which I have to use every day) and the heat.

Poem: "The Siren Song of the Super Lyrebird"

Sun, Jan. 25th, 2015 03:02 pm
ysabetwordsmith: Damask smiling over their shoulder (polychrome)
[personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls, inspired by this video. It also fills "The Heart of the Jungle/Forest" square in my 12-17-14 card for the [community profile] genprompt_bingo fest. It has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. This poem belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics.

WARNING: This poem contains more violence than typical for this setting. The warnings are spoilers; highlight to read. Some Kraken supervillains on an illegal mission are taken completely by surprise. Out of a five-person team, three are killed, one has unknown injuries, and one escapes with emotional rather than physical injuries. This is what can happen when a critter has superpowers and doesn't realize how much damage it's doing. Support from surrounding characters varies. The PTSD on Hoon's character sheet below the poem is from this incident. Consider your headspace and tolerance for violence before reading onward.

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Sun, Jan. 25th, 2015 12:36 pm
xnera: Icon of Kyo from Fruits Basket, captioned "Grumpypants-chan".  (Grumpypants-chan)
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Looks like I won't be able to buy FFIX. Sony is not accepting my Vanilla Visa gift card as a valid payment option. Boo.

Spell | Carol Ann Duffy

Sun, Jan. 25th, 2015 04:39 pm
kaberett: a watercolour painting of an oak leaf floating on calm water (leaf-on-water)
[personal profile] kaberett
Yes, I think a poem is a spell of kinds
that keeps things living in a written line,
whatever's lost or leaving - lock of rhyme -
and so I write and write and write your name.

(no subject)

Sun, Jan. 25th, 2015 10:27 am
the_rck: figure perched in a tree with barren branches (Default)
[personal profile] the_rck
Yesterday, Cordelia spent two hours ice skating with a bunch of other sixth graders. I wasn't clear enough with her about what she was to do with the money I sent with her, so I have to mail a check to one of the parent organizers to pay our share ($5 for skating, $5 for pizza and pop). I'll get that into the mail tomorrow morning.

I absolutely have to wrap my nephew's presents today. It's his birthday today, and I don't want the presents to be any later than they already have to be. Of course, that depends on when Scott can get to the the post office.

Cordelia has put holds on a three books at the library. I'm not sure how she came up with them. I don't think any of her friends suggested them. The books are Anna and the French Kiss (there are about six holds ahead of her on that one), Ruby Red, and Cinder. Both of the latter two should come in today. We'll put off going to the library until they do arrive. She actually read the book I made her select and check out last week, so I'm hopeful that she'll keep checking books out and trying them.

Scott spent several hours yesterday afternoon removing the hood over our stove. We've lived here about seventeen years, and the dratted thing hasn't worked in the least for at least fifteen years. The hood and the duct work it was attached to were bolted to the walls in ways that were very hard to get at. Scott ended up using a crowbar (among numerous other tools). He's put a layer of foil over the bottom of that cupboard because he's not comfortable having naked wood directly over our gas stove. I'm not so worried-- It's a good three feet from the burners to the cupboard.

I'm debating whether I should renew the library books I have due today. I've had them eight weeks already and haven't opened a single one of them. I don't know if I'm going to. I want to; I just can't seem to find the activation energy to start any of them. I will probably renew them. I usually renew twice when I haven't started something. I don't know, though. The books have been sitting on the loveseat for weeks.

I wrote about 1000 words yesterday. I'm still worried that the whole thing is heavily out of character, but at least I'm making progress. The story stands at about 6500 words, and I'm not sure how much longer it will be. It's really a PWP, as much as anything I write is, so it's kind of hard to tell where it should end. I do want to finish today if I possibly can. There isn't much else on today's agenda, but I think it will depend heavily on what Cordelia does-- I don't really want to be writing a PWP while she's in the living room with me.
azurelunatic: A baji-naji symbol.  (baji-naji)
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Earlier in the week, there was a small layoff. The unofficial communications networks at work have consequently been getting a lot of use as people attempt to figure out where the missing nodes are, beyond the obvious. There is a tradition of people sending a farewell email to their team and other close contacts. And then there are the people who use not!Facebook to do the same, and @-mention every group and individual who they can think of. Thus it was that I learned that Mr. Noise-to-Signal was laid off. Of my friends, the only person I know of who was laid off was R. There were no layoffs on my team.

R has been sent the information on where to find #adventuresofstnono. So have Mr. Zune and radius. (Yes, guys, I use an alias for this as well, and now you know where to find it. I started the practice of aliasing obscure/semi-private venues after the Incident where someone showed up uninvited in a different channel which I had mentioned, then never fit in well, angsted in-channel about not fitting in, and I eventually asked them to leave because I dreaded their presence and they were after all uninvited.)

Also leaving this week was one of the newer people on my team, whose wife got a dream job in another country, and (also as announced on not!Facebook) the second-in-command of the helldesk software. No word as to whether she was part of the layoff, or voluntarily heading for a lawn that hadn't been pissed on greener grass.

It being Friday and that point in the gas tank, I had to get gas before work, which resulted in a later arrival than would have otherwise been. Lunch was pleasant. It was the Rollercoaster Tycoon's last day (he's heading to a startup). I gave him my card.

A conference call with the vendor for the proposed new software followed. Researcher Haystack appears to have taken point on this one. His queries of the vendor's salesdudes are shaped slightly differently than mine. He's coming to it quite naturally from the perspective of the research utility of the thing; I'm coming at it from the shoving-all-the-things-in-it direction. Some of the things I had questions about had not occurred to him. He looks at the data structure of the Excel export of their template and goes "whaaaaaaaa---!!!" and I look at it and I go "wow, I would not have thought to do it like that, but I can do the thing", and most importantly the current thing we are using does not do the thing.

I still have many questions about their alleged choice of primary keys, but I think I can work with the thing.

Haystack likes Salesforce.

I made a list of my favorite software, starting from worst favorite and improving:

[that helldesk software]
[the procurement and expense software]
Outlook Web Access
Kipper/Llama (fondness for the devs is coloring this)

Haystack was slightly surprised. I can't imagine why; it's not as if I haven't made my feelings fairly clear.

It was a beer bash day. I snagged a table. lb was not in, but Mr. Zune soon joined me, followed by Purple and large chunks of his team. radius also joined us. I waved hi to another friend, but the table was not quite large enough, so they sat elsewhere. Mr. Zune told college dorm tales. It turns out that when you freeze and then drop a pumpkin, shards get all over, and then they melt on your bike. This is not pleasant.

Joining #fishbrick is the fishdiscus, or fishbee -- first you #fishbrick the window, and then you throw the much more aerodynamic and prone to shattering fishdiscus through the hole. You can't really handle it barehanded, so you wear gloves. You keep the fishdiscus from sticking to the gloves with herring oil. In case they're gloves you might want to use again, you wear rubber gloves over them. A pair or two.

Shortly after Mr. Zune headed off, Lennon Glasses Guy wandered over.

radius regaled us with some of his OWA war stories. All he was trying to do was to move about 2,000 messages from one folder to another. Several months of swearing ensued. Presently, in the new folder, there are somewhere upwards of 40,000...

Lennon Glasses Guy observed that he's heard about an IRC channel driving some of this group's shenanigans from time to time, and he was curious about it. So he was issued a formal invitation to #cupcake. I think he will appreciate it, because he appreciates it when Purple and I bounce off each other at lunch, and has enjoyed the #cupcake table at beer bash.

The group split up. I went back to my desk and hammered on my inbox and the helldesk stuff a bit, although I was distracted by something terrible happening in Outlook when I tried to pick a conference room. It's always startling to watch the list of conference rooms populate and then vanish...

Presently, Purple pinged me. This time he had indeed parked in the same parking lot as I had, and we walked out. He had a banana and a tangerine; he held them both out and offered me some fruit. I picked the one that would not cause me woe. He suggested a frying pan and some rum. We chatted for a bit, and then he zipped off, as he had places to be. I chatted with Nora on the way home.

Victory tastes like a pepperless cheesesteak.

Sun, Jan. 25th, 2015 02:57 am
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
[personal profile] azurelunatic
Thursday involved a conference meeting right after lunch, and then a team meeting right after that.

I headed to fetch lunch a little early, because I was hungry. This was a good choice. The only thing that looked remotely palatable at the moment was the chicken cheesesteak, even though that involved bell peppers. I put in the grill order form with a hopeful "Avoid peppers". The guy said they were integrated. I sighed that I could pick them out: I wasn't allergic, I just hated them. He said to not worry about it, and within a much shorter time than I thought, I was handed a takeout box with a pepperless cheesesteak. I took it back to my desk, just in time to see Purple's lunch ping. So I headed back out and had a pleasant lunch with the table.

The conference meeting was about coming up with a theme for the conference, and a bit slap-happy. We came up with a promising initial list. We had to wait a bit for the conference room. It holds about 20-30 people. 40-50 people came pouring out of it like the proverbial clown car. It had been a meeting for my admin buddy's team. He oversees Quite A Large Department.

Things we cannot have for swag: things that get our people arrested if they bring it with them on the airplane.

The team meeting involved meeting a new guy in a slot Substantially Up The Org Chart. He said many of the correct things. That was also a mildly punchy meeting.

I was walking back from that meeting and swung by Mr. Zune's office; there I saw lb. lb and I went in search of frozen treats, but at the near location rather than the far one. We then repaired out to the fire pit, as the past two hours of meetings had been nearly unbearably hot.

I often choose that spot to enjoy the outdoors, have my ice cream, and perhaps work-from-mobile. It's pleasant, I have a personal attachment to the fire pit, and Purple's window overlooks the fire pit.

This time, the implied extra feature of the location activated, and Purple emerged from his dev-cave to clear his brain and chat a bit.

I came back to my email to find that the desktop guy had got a bit of the wrong end of the stick with my Outlook bug (he was trying to troubleshoot my problem adding the RSS feed, not my problem with Outlook's silent failure when not adding the RSS feed) so I went upstairs with chocolate in hopes of finding him. I didn't find him, but I did find Mr. Zune, and introduced myself to his new* officemate with chocolate.

* A month or two new, at this point.

I saw Mr. Zune's Overlord on approach, so I extracted the third square of chocolate from my pocket for him, then wandered over the bridge into the adjacent building in search of my buddy the admin with the final bit of chocolate. He wasn't there, but the ducks were! So that was lovely. I left the chocolate on his desk, as a bit of a calling card. He will know.

It was eventually time to go home. Purple wasn't braining as well as he might, and neither was I. It was 7, so traffic was calming down. He had been in a hurry in the morning, though, so he'd parked in the most convenient parking lot (the one which fills up particularly quickly) for his building. Due to where his office is, the parking lot next to my building is almost as convenient, but not quite.

I contemplated. I was tired, but my step count was a little low. "I could walk you out for a change," I offered.

He went quiet on IM, but it was about that time, so I picked up, grabbed my things, and headed over. He was chatting with one of his teammates, so I went and refilled my water bottle, then came back and perched in the guest chair (now a proper office chair, not one of the chairs clearly filched from a meeting room) while he talked unit testing.

He hadn't seen the IM yet. He'd thought I was just dropping by to say goodnight. I explained that if I wanted 1,200-odd more steps, then walking him out to his car and then taking the long way back around to mine was a reasonably pleasant way of getting them. That was fair.

Somehow we started at the way I knock on doors and arrived (through secret knocks) at the utter fuckwit who, among other charming personal traits, blackmail, plus other related matters )

"Rebar" is an ominous name for a rooster.

My knees got cranky. Purple got cold. He offered to drive me back to my car, but I pointed out that folding my knees up after they were angry would not lead to good things, that walking it off was good after standing, that being friends with him had in fact increased my capacity for standing around chatting, I did need the steps, and my hands were much warmer than his.

I did get my steps in.

I had some slightly weird dreams.

Three Random Lines

Sun, Jan. 25th, 2015 01:23 am
ysabetwordsmith: Cartoon of me in Wordsmith persona (Default)
[personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
From [personal profile] kate and parts yonder:

When you see this, share 3 random lines from 3 WIPs.

Nearly a year had passed
since Timmy got snuffed by
the Thief of Tomorrowmorrow.
-- "Nightmares at Noon"

"Look at this," Fiddlesticks said,
using his lightpen to circle
a window between two BASH agents.
That window showed a matching one
in the neighboring house, inside which
a toddler could clearly be seen.
-- "Critical Analysis"

At the side office they were supposed to enter, however, everything was a shambles. Mewing and rustling paper and muffled curses echoed through the door. Bai peeked in carefully, Alikara hugging his elbow. Inside the small office devoted to pets and other hobbies, a litter of skykittens scrambled and glided and pounced over every surface. They knocked over ink and got their little paws in the licenses. A harried License Assistant pursued them, his fine shirt coming unbuttoned in the fray. A carton tipped over and spilled pages to flutter through the air.
-- "Little Paws in the Licenses"

new fic: ain't born typical

Sun, Jan. 25th, 2015 02:10 am
verity: buffy peeks between the blinds (Default)
[personal profile] verity
ain't born typical (5146 words) by verity
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hockey RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin
Characters: Jamie Benn, Tyler Seguin, Jordie Benn
Additional Tags: Directedverse, Switching, Consensual Kink, Kink Negotiation, Spanking, Human Furniture, Topping, Friends to Lovers, Relationship Negotiation, Pansexual Character, Polyamory in Universe But Not In This Relationship, Alternate Universe - BDSM

"Hey, so," Tyler says when the marks on his ass have faded to a gross yellow-green. "Next time, you wanna make out first?"

I made a thing & I crossposted it here!
sineala: (Avengers: Steve/Tony: Shoulders)
[personal profile] sineala
I spent all of last weekend reading all of Hickman's Avengers/New Avengers run. Then this kind of happened.

Left Us Burned (2301 words) by Sineala
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Angst, Fix-It
Summary: Steve realizes he hasn't been himself lately. Neither has Tony. After the last of the Cabal's incursions, Steve confronts Tony in Wakanda, and certain truths are uttered.

All We Like Memesheep Have Gone Astray

Sat, Jan. 24th, 2015 11:02 pm
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[personal profile] stonebender
Take this list, remove a thing, sort it by how much you like the things, add a thing at the top, a thing in the middle, and a thing at the bottom (preserving the sortedness, pedants): This version is via [personal profile] wordweaverlynn.

(most liked)
My music
A slice of sourdough bread fresh from the oven
Handknit scarves
Porridge (if Cream of Wheat counts)
Going up into the mountains
Getting something in the mail that isn't bills
Steam locomotives
Emptying the dishwasher
Thermal underwear
Firefox upgrades
Cleaning the refrigerator
Doing paperwork (like tax forms)
Getting a seat on the commuter train
Celery in a stir-fry
Getting up early
Eating paper
Undercooked Aubergine
(most disliked)


Sat, Jan. 24th, 2015 10:26 pm
xnera: Photo of my cat sniffing a vase of roses  (Default)
[personal profile] xnera
I was bored so I did a search for "PSP browser games" and found out there was such a thing. They require Flash, which needed a system update. So I did another search for my missing memory card.

I FOUND IT! It was in a small basket I have. System has been updated and Flash is enabled, yay! I have yet to try it.

I'm thinking again about buying FFIX, now. I tried logging on the PSN Store but there's a forced password change which has to be done from a PC so it'll have to wait until tomorrow.

Agent Carter 1x01

Sat, Jan. 24th, 2015 09:28 pm
sasha_feather: white woman in space suit (Astronaut)
[personal profile] sasha_feather
I will keep watching this, but I have mixed feelings about the pilot episode.

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