This bird, everybody. This bird!

Sat, Sep. 5th, 2015 12:01 am
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We've just spent the last half hour watching videos of this cockatoo. He's fantastic!

I am also rewatching Babylon 5 (again)

Sat, Sep. 5th, 2015 01:10 am
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Thought #1: The Gathering is not a very good pilot, at least not the original version. (I actually thought my DVD was the special edition, but apparently not). Sinclair's hair, however, is fabulous.

Thought #2: "Midnight on the Firing Line", on the other hand is not half bad. It's very, very 90's, but the storyline is pretty solid and the actors get into their roles straight-away. Much better start for the show than, say, "Encounter at Farpoint" was for ST:TNG.

Thought #3: It makes me sad how many times I can find myself thinking "half of the actors in this scene are dead".

Thought #4: People often accuse Sinclair/Michael O'Hare of being wooden, but I've always thought - and still do - that he's very charming. There is a definite change in his demeanor between "The Gathering" and "Midnight on the Firing Line", though, that makes me wonder if his mental health problems originally surfaced in the year between the two pilots.

Thought #5: G'Kar, Londo and Delenn really make this show right from the start. All three are played by very dramatic actors with strong mannerisms who could easily be accused of overacting, but there's a subtlety to the characters (and the performances) as well. Plus all three are just so damn entertaining.

Thought #6: The alien make-up on the show is unbelievebly good. When you look at G'Kar, it's hard to remember that the actor isn't really a spotted lizard man. By comparison, the demons on Angel and Buffy look like cheap Halloween masks.

The Archives Corps

Fri, Sep. 4th, 2015 09:36 pm
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Posted in full at: at September 04, 2015 at 02:31PMThe Archives Corps:


Meet the man behind a new effort to save documents and other artifacts before they disappear.

The result of this one project is the formation of Archive Corp. Basically, if you ever want to help save history, sign up and they will email about specific projects.

“Jason Scott has something of a reputation. He’s a historian who works for the Internet Archive, and he’s known in some circles as the guy who can save bits of history right before they disappear.So when he found out that a small store in Maryland that sold manuals for machinery was going out of business, and was going to get rid of its collection of nearly 200,000 obscure booklets in just a few days, Scott got to work….

“….Volunteers came from all over, Scott says. A whole family came through, a grandfather, daughter and granddaughter, who were all put to work. “There was one guy, he basically hitched a ride with a friend from Northern Virginia and went to this warehouse with no plan for where he was going to stay or how he was going to get home, just went and sorted manuals every day for three days. We had to shut the lights on him, he didn’t want to leave.”

ARCHIVE CORPS is a volunteer effort to organize the saving of physical materials in danger of loss. If this sounds at all interesting, please to be informed of future activity 

Internet Archive

Tags:preservation, archives, volunteering, internet archive, DWCrosspost
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Fri, Sep. 4th, 2015 08:08 pm
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1. About twenty minutes ago I thought something to the effect of "hmm, okay, I want to do something intellectually engaging this evening, now what sha-- HOLY SHIT MY ANTIDEPRESSANTS ARE WORKING." This is a glimmer as yet, but thank fuck. PHQ-9. ) I'll have been at 30mg for two weeks come Sunday.

2. Woolstack continue absolutely brilliant - the colourway I'd asked them to special-order came in today, and Lisa-who-seems-to-handle-communications-at-least-with-me sent me photos of all ten skeins so that I could tell her which of them I wanted for my specific project. (And then in the follow-up e-mail commented enthusiastically on how good my chosen colours looked together!) They're going in the post Monday - I just missed today's post - whereupon I'll be able to start making the skyscape shawls.

3. In related news, I am utterly baffled that my quick and dirty picspam of those shawls is the most popular thing I've ever put on tumblr by, like, two orders of magnitude. (I mention this in part because it's picked up another 150 notes in the past 24 hours.)

4. Braided nylon hoses for track pumps exist. I have contacted the UK importer for the pump I currently own asking if there's an appropriate part; if not I'll sell it on ebay (resale value high) and buy myself one of the brand that manufactures the hoses I got linked to, because holy shit being able to top up my tyres without worrying about allergen exposure. ♥_♥ (Context for those of you missing it: I've gone and done that thing where it's super easy to develop a contact allergy to latex, and it's easier still if you've got a bunch of other misc autoimmune/autoinflammatory bullshit going on. The hose on my current pump is latex, which is A Pity. This is additionally the context for the one-line story about The Time I Made An Unauthorised Purchase Of Latex-Free Gloves Using A NASA Grant.)

5. Food! Read more... )

Heads Up: Cross-Posting To Dreamwidth

Fri, Sep. 4th, 2015 06:52 pm
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Posted in full at: at September 04, 2015 at 11:52AM
The new tumblr update removing threaded comments also strips away all comment markers when it is cross-posted to DW. This means that all comments will appear attributed  to the first poster and there are no markers identifying responses etc. You have to manually add names and dividers.

It also strips away hyperlinks (I think)

Tags:DWCrosspost, tumblr tools, tumblr
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Posted in full at: at September 04, 2015 at 11:44AM


Fanfic, and slash fiction in particular, is a huge part of SF fandom history – and its overlapping communities have mostly been built and shared by women.

Diane Marchant is generally regarded as the writer of the first published fic featuring Kirk/Spock – the ship which popularised slashfic as a fan phenonenon. And she was Australian, to boot!

You’re welcome, rest of the world.

The story, “A Fragment Out of Time,” published in Grup #3 in 1974, contained a steamy sex scene but named no names (and played the pronoun game, so it wasn’t even clearly marked out as a m/m relationship).

Still, the piece was illustrated with a Kirk & Spock picture drawn by Diane, making her intentions fairly obvious, and a cartoon underneath the final page of the story shows Bones saying to Kirk: “Impossible….. No, Jim. I warned you about messing with aliens…….. especially Vulcans.” (The look on Kirk’s face in the cartoon implies he has just been told about the existence of slash fiction. Oh, sweetie.)

Keep reading

Slash fans have been vocal in their support of LGBTQ+ civil rights and representation in media, causes which have seen significant advancement in recent years.  And Kirk/Spock was one of the first modern slash pairings.  Read more about slash on fanlore!

I remember when I finally got a copy of the 2 page story and realized that the art added an additional layer of meaning to the story.  Up to that point, none of articles about the story had ever mentioned the art and the clear signal is was sending [SLASH!!!]  which is why I added the info to Fanlore. One of the many reasons to include as much as we can about the original source text. 
Note: the full page scans are not on Fanlore; they appear to come from an unrelated blog article.

Tags:fandom history, star trek history, slash history, DWCrosspost, fanlore, kirk/spock
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Genprompt Bingo Card 9-4-15

Fri, Sep. 4th, 2015 01:05 pm
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Here is my card for Round Eight of the [community profile] genprompt_bingo fest. This bingo challenge encourages original or fanfic material across all formats and lengths. It's a terrific fest if you want general and/or gentle fiction, although people can interpret prompts any way they like. There are many categories, and you can choose to omit up to three. Read the rules first.  Browse the Round Eight prompt list.  Make sure to read Category #23!  Request a Round Seven card here. Prompt lists are renewed once a quarter, and you may request a new card then even without bingo on a previous card. (See all my 2015 bingo cards.)

If you'd like to sponsor a particular square, especially if you have an idea for what character, series, or situation it would fit -- talk to me and we'll work something out. This is a good opportunity for those of you with favorites that don't always mesh well with the themes of my monthly projects. I may still post some of the fills for free, because I'm using this to attract new readers; but if it brings in money, that means I can do more of it. That's part of why I'm crossing some of the bingo prompts with other projects, such as the Poetry Fishbowl.

Round Eight: September 1, 2015-December 31, 2015.
Cards may be requested prior to December 31.
Any content, fiction or poetry, etc. fanfic or original.
Minimum of 100 words for fiction, poetry, or other text fills.

Underlined prompts have been filled.


Alexithymia (Obscured Emotions) Vatican City Suicide Zombies Ambitious
The Pen is Mightier than the Sword Supernatural Elements It's a Trap Midnight The Ties that Bind
Secret Identity Angst Wild CardNorth America (Continent) Farce
Mechanisms, Engines and Clockwork Pioneer Priceless Winners and Losers Furnishing the Home
New Year Rainstorm Music Slow Regard of Silent Things Amnesia


Fri, Sep. 4th, 2015 09:46 am
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Okay, I know Hannibal was a patchy show in a lot of ways, especially season 2, but my god that ending. I have to give some credit for the incredibly balls-to-the-wall give-no-fucks way they handled pretty much the whole third season. Slow clap.

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Fri, Sep. 4th, 2015 11:58 am
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Toby took me home this morning (and went back in to work after lunch) because I've got a headache that's threatening to turn into a migraine and the florescent lights in my office combined with staring at a screen wasn't helping.

The cats' reactions to us arriving home in the middle of the day:

Nefer: Wha--? Oh, hey, you're home early. Pet me. Pet me. Peeeeeeeeet meeeeeeeee.

Sora: HOSHIT HOSHIT HOSHIT THEYRETAKINGMETOTHEVET *slinks at top speed, as close to the floor as possible, into a hiding spot*

No idea where Sora is right now, but I figure if I go looking for him, he'll just get that much more traumatized. I expect if I go lie down and try to sleep, he'll probably come out of hiding and curl up near me.

*I have an actual window in the office in the new part of the building, once construction is complete on that bit in a couple of weeks. I am hoping that the light coming in will be easier on my eyes and head.

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Fri, Sep. 4th, 2015 10:55 am
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Two people on third shift where Scott works have quit. This means more go in early twelve hour days for everybody on first shift. Scott also doesn't know yet what this weekend will look like. If there's work (and there almost certainly will be), he's pretty sure to be tapped for it as a balance to his four days off last weekend, even though those were health/family related. We're really hoping he'll have Monday off in order to take Cordelia and her friend to the Saline fair during the window for reduced price rides.

After I post this, I'm going to call the Cancer Center about getting more pain killers. I don't want a lot, not like what they gave when I asked for more after my gall bladder surgery (I still have about fifty tablets from that, and I can't get rid of them legally because the only thing to do with them is to turn them in a police sponsored take back and I can never get to those). I still have seven pills, which would get me through today and tomorrow, but I don't want to call during the long weekend. There will be someone on call all through that time, but I'm not sure when our pharmacy will be open. It's not much good to have a prescription if I can't fill it.

One of Cordelia's good friends who started at her school last year was in danger of not being able to come back because of transportation issues. Her mother is starting a new job and won't be able to pick up her and her brother (who's going into 5th grade) after school. The original plan was for them to take the city bus home, but the district changed the time that school ends, so they'd have to wait about half an hour for the next bus, and their mother doesn't consider that acceptable (and, really, it wouldn't be when it gets really, really cold). The next idea was to have a cab pick them up every day, but the school won't allow a cab to pick them up actually at the school. They'd have to walk somewhere else to meet it. Not too surprisingly, the other mother is not thrilled about having her kids walk to a church parking lot or street corner and stand there, waiting for a cab.

I didn't know exactly what the problem was because I was getting my information from Cordelia. I just knew that there were logistical difficulties that might keep her friend from coming back, so I emailed the other mother and said that we're available as a drop off point well before school starts and wouldn't mind extra kids after school most days (Cordelia and I have some medical appointments that might be a problem). She emailed back to ask if her kids can catch a cab from our house. I have no problem at all with that, so the other two kids are probably going to walk home with Cordelia every day and then wait here for a cab. For the days when Cordelia and I (or just I) won't be here, I don't mind giving Cordelia's friend a key so that they can wait for the cab inside, assuming that's what their mother would like to do those days. I did explain that, right now, my schedule is kind of up in the air due to not having the pathology report yet, but I think we can make this work.

The public library has found five of the seven books we returned last weekend that never got checked in. I'm hopeful that they'll find the other two soon. One of the remaining books, one of Cordelia's, is due this weekend and can't be renewed, so finding it quickly would be a good thing from our point of view.

This month, I think Scott and I will actually use up all of our minutes on our cell phone plan. We got a notice last weekend that we'd used up half of them already, and we're likely to spend a lot of time talking to people in the next couple of weeks. I have no idea how expensive an overage would be, and I'm hoping not to find out, but people do keep calling and talking forever.

I want to do something to Cordelia's cell phone so that it stops buzzing every time someone makes a post to her Google hangouts. That tends to start very early in the morning and continue until fairly late, and it wakes me up. This morning, the dratted thing buzzed about every thirty seconds for fifteen minutes before I gave up and got up. Cordelia has commented that some people will post the same thing over and over again until someone else finally responds to them. That sounds pretty rude to me, but what do I know about adolescents and their social interactions?

Scott's sister is planning to come down today, and we'll go to lunch together, probably at Panera. She said she'd try to talk her daughter into coming because she thinks Cordelia is more likely to enjoy lunch if her cousin is there. That's not actually true. The two girls have very little in common these days. They don't dislike each other or anything like that; they just kind of fail to connect. Cordelia sort of likes the idea of going out for lunch because it's something different, but she also doesn't like it because none of her friends will be there and because she won't be able to read while she eats.

I asked Scott last night if we had enough leftovers to feed us dinner tonight. He didn't say yes or no. He just said, "We'll be fine." I pressed him a little, and he got cranky. I pointed out that I will have the option of going to the grocery store while his sister is here. I'm hoping that "We'll be fine" means "yes, we have leftovers," but I really don't know.

I finally killed yesterday's headache with Amerge. I woke up with a headache again today, and once again, Amerge helped. I really hope I don't wake up that way tomorrow because I'm out of Amerge. I called in a refill, but I may not get that until fairly late tomorrow.

I had Scott take a look at all of my incisions last night. Everything apparently looks fine, and I'm pleased by that. I'm looking forward to showering tomorrow because I'll be able to at least let water run on my incisions. I need to check to see when soap is allowed. It might be at one week, or I might have to wait longer. The booklet of instructions I've got is long, and I end up searching for a while to find whatever small bit of information I need. Scott has an app on his iPhone that gives all of that information, but that's with Scott at work. The Cancer Center has apparently not bothered yet to get an app made for any other kind of smart phone.

I have successfully gotten socks on for the first time since the surgery. I think I'm still going to need help with shoes though as bending to tie those will press things together that I really don't want to put pressure on. I have no idea if Cordelia will be willing to do that. I don't see why she wouldn't be, but who knows? I expect Scott's sister will help if it comes to that.

Yesterday, I pulled all of the dirty towels out of the bathroom and put them in a basket near the door. My intention was to have Cordelia or the cleaning lady take them downstairs and wash them, but I forgot. The cleaning lady very carefully removed all of the towels from the basket, folded them, and put them away in the cupboard where we keep clean towels. That cupboard had been empty, so everything in there afterward was dirty, but Scott didn't believe me when I asked him to wash those towels, and he tried to discern, by looking at each towel, which was clean and which dirty. When I shower, I'm supposed to use a new, clean towel every time. Not being able to trust that the towels in the cupboard are clean will be a real difficulty, so I'm not sure why Scott was so unwilling to just wash all of them. It's not as if that would mean more than one load of laundry.
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so you get this:

Context is that some of you may remember that I have mild Poland's syndrome. (I wrote that FAQ when I was 17 and it was the first time I was able to talk about it with anyone. I'm a lot more nonchalant about it ten years later...) Also, I knit, a lot. Sometimes this involves very sharply pointy metal sticks that are pointy on both ends.

Dear Transportation Security Administration:

I am pretty sure my double-pointed needles are more dangerous to you than my prosthetic "chicken cutlet" boob. Nevertheless, you insist on regularly letting me fly with very sharp metal needles without any issues, while at the same time groping my breasts on a regular basis to determine whether I'm carrying anything untoward in there, just because one of them is made of plastics. This is not going to help you: if my chicken cutlet boob has Evil Chemicals in it, you wouldn't be able to tell from a grope. It just lets you get away with more creepy microaggressions towards people with disabilities like mine.

Also, if I wear high-necked shirts you don't flag me for groping, which means your stupid useless security theater machine only sniffs out plastic under clothes in the boob area if I'm showing cleavage, which means it's not very secure after all...and that I don't get to reclaim my body if I don't want somebody touching my tits. I know it's too much to ask for you to be consistent, but is it too much to ask for you to stop groping me? I've stopped feeling self-conscious about my lack of a right breast except for in the context of the TSA thinking my disability makes me Dangerous and Evil. Like, seriously, TSA, do you really want to be known for groping breast cancer survivors with mastectomies? Or do people with mastectomies have an anti-groping trick that I haven't learned?

Absolutely no love,
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I don't generally recall dreams clearly , but both nights sleep since I got back from Athens have featured dreams with me very prominently using wheelchairs and leg braces, and then I wake up to a rod of pain where my lumbar spine should be. Yes, spine, I get the message, you didn't like the nasty cobbles. It's all right, they're gone now. (Well, at least until the next trip into town).

I just realised I haven't renewed my Butrans patch, whoops.

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Fri, Sep. 4th, 2015 02:17 am
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Hunh, something cool I missed when I was out of province: The Samson Cree nation changed the name of Hobbema to Maskwacis. Which is cool. "Hobbema" was a 17th-century Dutch landscape painter; "Maskwacis" is the Cree name for the area and the tribe who live there. It's a community an hour south of here with an uphill struggle to self-govern and get back on track, and this is part of it. I only heard about it when Ashley Callingbull was crowned Mrs. Universe, since that's where she's from. (She's using her title to be super political on Twitter, a move which is delighting Tumblr and pissing off a whole lot of other people.)

I looked at the name and knew how to pronounce it immediately ("mas-kwa-chees"), which is thanks to a contemptuous teenager whom I, white and clueless a week into my job at their highschool, asked to spell out and pronounce "Amiskwaciy" ("ah-mihs-kwa-chee"). Bless them and whatever reserve of patience they found to not blow me off, because I could tell they were close. (Amiskwaciy Academy is Edmonton's specifically First Nations school, and where a lot of our students would have preferred to go if their lives were not so chaotic.)

Are we in an alternate timeline?

Thu, Sep. 3rd, 2015 06:26 pm
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This. This is an article in the Telegraph, a.k.a. the Torygraph because of its default right-wing-ness:

7 things you can do to help refugees like Aylan Kurdi

And god help us, that it took a photograph of a drowned toddler on a beach, but ... for a moment, it feels like change is happening. Suddenly we're talking about refugees again, instead of "asylum-seekers".

The Grauniad's report on what people are doing and what you can help with, with lots of links (and I suspect better info than the Telegraph's, but that may be my biases speaking):

[ profile] Patrick_Ness's Save The Children fundraiser -- he and various other YA authors are matching funds, and have sent it through the roof (Save the Children supports refugees worldwide, and has a current appeal for the Syrian refugee crisis)

The petition on the official UK government site -- the fact that it has over 200,000 signatures means it has to be considered for debate: Accept more asylum seekers and increase support for refugee migrants in the UK

38 Degrees -- e-mail your MP:

If you can volunteer to help refugees re-settle in your area, Avaaz/Citizens UK: (Guardian report here)

The usual fuckers are out on Twitter, going "If you're holding up a sign saying Refugees Welcome, don't forget to include your address, LOLZ" -- but some people who are in a position where they can are in fact doing so:

FIC: "That Thin Atmosphere" (T) MCU

Thu, Sep. 3rd, 2015 09:55 pm
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[personal profile] tiamatschild
Title: That Thin Atmosphere
Author: Tiamat’s Child
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Word Count: 1325
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers
Summary: Sam dreams about wings.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Written for [community profile] hc_bingo, for the square “wingfic.” A birthday present for [personal profile] guinevak, who, when I mentioned it to her while brainstorming, suggested some elaborations on the prompt, and sent the story this direction. Happy birthday!

That Thin Atmosphere )

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Thu, Sep. 3rd, 2015 06:36 pm
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Ah, autumn. The air is crisp and the leaves are turning golden. I've started putting marshmallows in my evening cocoa. It's move-in week here, since I'm in the university district; the side streets are full of U-Hauls and packed station wagons, and Whyte Ave is full of fresh-faced young adults trailed by concerned parents. A big grey cat with a white bib and a collar has moved in across the street and down a bit, and kicked Emily's ass once, but I haven't seen it since and although she's still a bit clingy she seems to have otherwise gone back to normal.

In good news, my annoying neighbour who has noisy parties on her front stoop until 5am and yells at her dog to stop barking is moving out. I will nooooot miss her.

Two days ago Mom offered me $60 if I would help her demolish a porch, which I did. It was the falling-down front steps of the aged mother of one of her friends, and over 50 years it seems new steps were simply built over old ones when they started to rot or decay. It was vexing work. She finished up our four hours' work, went home, took a couple of painkiller tablets, had a hot shower, and felt pleasantly tired. I did the same thing, and had a distinctly limited range of motion yesterday and sucked down painkillers every four hours for... well, I'm still doing it. I consider this disparity in our bodies' capabilities to be DISTINCTLY UNFAIR especially as she is 35 years older than me. I'll register a protest and apply for a new upgraded body once I find the appropriate authorities.

Poem: "Of Cats and Cosmic Strings"

Thu, Sep. 3rd, 2015 06:29 pm
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This poem came out of the September 1, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] alexseanchai, [personal profile] mama_kestrel, [personal profile] technoshaman, and Anthony Barrette. It also fills the "enthused" square in my 8-31-15 card in the Tones Bingo fest, and the "thief" square in my 6-10-15 card for the [community profile] genprompt_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by LJ user Ng_moonmoth. It belongs to the Schrodinger's Heroes project.

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Poem: "Threading the Labyrinth"

Thu, Sep. 3rd, 2015 05:21 pm
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[personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
This poem is spillover from the September 1, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] alexseanchai, LJ users Ng_moonmoth, and My_partner_doug. It also fills the "lyrical" square in my 8-31-15 card for the Tones Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Ng_moonmoth.

Warning: This poem contains combat scenes described in moderate detail.

Note that I have used color-coding to help distinguish the threads as they are braided together, so if you can't see colors this will be harder to grasp. However! This type of poem is meant to be read aloud, and all you need to make the braid pop out in audio version is have three people read it.

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