(I am in line with my friend and have ordered myself a latte. The cashier turns to relay the order to the barista when a man arrives, tosses two dollars on the counter, grabs a small coffee cup, and heads over where the black coffee dispensers are without saying a word. The cashier turns back around and sees the money on the counter.)
Cashier: “Oh, honey, it’ll be more than $2.”
Me: “Actually, that’s not mine. That man over there just threw that down. I think he’s paying for a coffee?”
(We turn and watch as the man exits, still silent.)
Cashier: “…okayyy. Guess someone’s not getting their change today.”
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(One of our best selling donuts is the éclair which has a rather… phallic shape. A mother and daughter come are ordering via drive through.)
Mother: *at the speaker* “Do you have any of those creamy long donuts?”
Daughter: “THE ECLAIRS. PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE THEM!”
Me: “Yes, we have three left.”
Daughter: “WE’LL TAKE THEM ALL!”
Me: “Okay, please drive through.”
(They come around to the window. They pay and I hand them their box of éclairs.)
Daughter: “You know, these things are SOOO delicious.”
Daughter: “I WOULD HAVE SEX WITH THEM IF I COULD!”
(The daughter then proceeded to stick the éclair in her mouth in a very sexual way. The mother screamed and drove away.)
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(I am on the front desk during the night shift. While checking in a guest is a little too excited about me being a woman. It is about three am and his room calls.)
Me: “Front desk. How can I help you?”
Guest: “Can you, umm, come up and fix my TV?”
Me: “What appears to be the problem?”
Guest: “It just isn’t turning on.”
Me: “I’ll see what I can do.”
(I send up one the more experienced on-hand staff to take a look, but I get I another call not five minutes after.)
Me: “Front desk—”
Guest: “YOU SENT A MAN UP TO MY ROOM!”
Me: “He is the most capable to handle your problem.”
Guest: “I WANTED YOU! YOU COME UP! NOW!”
Me: “I cannot, sir, as I am managing the front desk tonight and cannot leave it.”
Guest: “F*** you!”
(I hang up. He calls back, screaming expletives, and I hang up again. By his third or fourth attempt the staff I sent up walks past me. He is white as a ghost.)
Me: “What happened?”
Staff: *turning to me* “WHO ANSWERS THEIR DOOR NAKED?!”
(We both laugh, but the gravity of the situation hits me.)
Staff: *clocking on* “You allowed to kick him out?”
Me: “I guess so. I’ll check the CCTV first, though.”
(The CCTV showed the guy answering the door, in all his glory with a very much erect penis. At this I finally answered his calls and warned him, through his screams, that it had been decided that he must leave, and if he didn’t of his own accord, security would do it for him. The calls stopped, but after half an hour he didn’t show up. I called security. They were down with him within five minutes. He was still naked and screaming expletives. They threw him out and he was left to dress outside the hotel. Once dressed he flipped us off and stormed off. A week later the manager questioned me about a complaint he made. After seeing the CCTV and call history, he was promptly banned from the hotel.)
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You can sign up for Amnesty International to send you information about lobbying Congresscritters during the upcoming "spring lobby weeks" (April 10-21) about human rights issues.
just passed over and in addition to the tornado sirens that went off (they
go off for warnings, which means conditions are likely, not necessarily
that one's been spotted), the university sent out an alert on their info
line so everyone got a text AND a phone call.
There's also a lot of cranky parents right now who are getting the alert
because their phones are registered as the main contact but who don't live
in the area.
Interactive map of state laws and pending bills in five areas: immigration, policing/protest, reproductive justice, voting rights, and LGBTQ equality, plus a counterpart to their original Indivisible Guide for rousting state rather than federal legislators.
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 2 of 3 (complete)
word count (story only): 1392
:: This story takes place around dawn on Saturday in the Maldives, which is dinner time (around 5pm) where Shiv is. ::
back to part one
to the Danger and Discovery Index
on to part three
“Because they're expensive?” Shiv grumbled. Tolliver remembered being nineteen and constantly hungry, without the boost of a soup's metabolism. He nudged the Parmesan over, only to have Shiv shake his head at it.
Tolli shook his head sharply as he focused on Shiv's words. “No. They're rescued animals, Shiv, which means they're jittery around new folks. Too many humans have abused them in the past for them to trust easily. But, that makes them really good therapy animals for some of the veterans we know. That's one of the things we do regularly, and we make a little money from it. However, if you don't want to push, I can understand that, too. You've only got what, roughly eight weeks left until you're out?”
( Read more... )
Contact me via private means if you wish; my gmail address is pretty easy to guess from my username, and I have been known to use Dreamwidth private messages as well.
There's a trailer for the upcoming Ancient Magus' Bride anime! [YouTube, ~1 minute]
If you ever want the bat wing necklace Claudia wears on Warehouse 13, this is where you get it. [Via Allison Scagliotti's Instagram.]
"Amy Poehler and Nick Offerman to Host ‘The Handmade Project’ Weekly Series at NBC".
Via The Rec Center:
--"Full-body reading: Literary criticism taught me to scrub my feelings out of my reading, but a medieval mystic showed me how to put them back in".
--"Mary Sue: From self-inserts to imagines, how young women write themselves into the narrative". [Elizabeth Minkel]
"The List of Books Men Must Read Before Messaging Me About Feminism".
I may have linked this one before, but what the hell: "Men Just Don’t Trust Women. And This Is A Problem".
"A Conversation About Disability Rights in Education".
At The Establishment:
--"The Problem With Judging Other People’s Food Choices". [Sarah Kurchak]
--"‘It’s Because You’re Fat’ — And Other Lies My Doctors Told Me".
"You Haven’t Lived Until You’ve Heard Baby Sloths Having a Conversation".
"Watch: Corgi racing is more amazing than you would ever have imagined".
"The Folly of 'Purity Politics': A new book argues for the value of owning up to your imperfections".
A Twitter thread from Delafina777, starting with "Okay, so, some thoughts about how multiple women in meetings can help each other be heard". (And from within that thread, we have "Donald Trump-inspired app counts how often men interrupt women" [Mashable] and "5 Nice Things You Do Daily (That Secretly Ruin the World)". [Cracked, 2014])
"Cat Anxiety: How to Recognize & Treat It".
"Tattoo Artist Who Lost His Arm Gets World’s First Tattoo Machine Prosthesis".
"Cats Are Actually Nice, Scientists Find".
Mallory Ortberg, formerly of The Toast, just started a TinyLetter newsletter. The first letter is called "'I felt like Salieri, or a dog watching TV: furious and hostile and confused': Bellowing about trees with Sondheim", in which she spectacularly fails to bond with Into the Woods. I adore Into the Woods, but not bonding with it is fair, I suppose (no, no, it's fair), and Mallory Ortberg is hilarious. "By the end I no longer hated anyone, not even myself; I desired only to be reconciled with all of humanity. I could not imagine leaving the theater, nor in letting any of the actors leave the stage. They were all my children, which meant they were also my beans, and beans are wishes, and dreams don’t exist."
(I work as the main cashier at my store during the 5 to 11 shift. One day several months ago some kid tried to purchase a toy lizard without having the money for it. At first I didn’t think much of it but, on a whacky whim, I put him on my shoulder for a little bit and the customers loved it. I bought the lizard and he’s been a mainstay ever since. I bring him out once or twice a month and usually let him ‘rest’ on my shoulder or head. Sir Reginald Von Rufflebuttum has been a huge hit, especially with the kids. A lot of people think he’s alive, though, due to me being in constant motion checking people out and it’s usually not until they get up to the checkout that they realize he’s not. A customer enters in with two kids, a boy and girl, in tow. The boy doesn’t seem to notice or care as I welcome them but the girl smiles and waves to me.)
Daughter: “Mommy! Mommy! Look! There’s a lizard on his head!” *points to Reginald*
(The mother doesn’t say anything but gives a quite clearly startled look as they continue on. Several minutes later they arrive at the cashier.)
Me: “Hello. How are you today? Did you find everything you were looking for?”
Mother: *looking at my head* “Is he real?”
Me: “Reginald? Yes. He’s a real fake lizard.” *I take him off my hand and put him in the palm of my hand and bring him down for all three to see*
Me: “See? Want to touch?”
(The kids eagerly do so and give him a poke before giggling. The mother looks very wary as she extends her finger forwards and, gingerly, touches him on his lizard-horn. She suddenly freaks out and swats at my hand sending Reginald to the ground as she darts away. Reggie lands on his back with the ‘Made in China’ showing clearly. The son quickly picks it up, hands it to his slightly taller sister, who gives it back to me as the mother calms down.)
Daughter: “Here you go, mister!”
Mother: “Oh, dear lord, I thought he was real!”
Son: “Mommy. Can I buy him?”
Me: “Sorry. Reginald is not for sale. But there are plenty of his cousins in the toy aisle including some dinosaurs and the like in case you’re interested. They cost about five bucks each.”
Mother: “Do you want one?”
(Both the son and daughter agree and run off, returning a moment later, with another lizard that looks like Reginald and a T-rex, right as we finish checking out.)
Mother: “All right. And add these to the order. Oh, my word, I haven’t been so startled in years. May I have your name?”
Me: “Sure. It’s [My Name], and the lizard is Sir Reginald Von Rufflebuttum.”
Mother: “Thank you so much.”
(I found out later that night that they had filed a survey and given me a high score. Sadly, the tale of Sir Reginald did not end on a happy note when he was stolen a few months later, just before Christmas. However, his heir, Sir Reginald Von Rufflebuttum the Second, has proven to be just as popular as his predecessor and has even had an outfit made for him for the Christmas season. My balance and posture has also drastically improved as well, thanks to him resting on top of my head all day.)
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(I’m the customer in this one, calling into the store. I have worked in customer service for years and as such I tend to get a lot of “oh, thank heavens!” reactions from staff. This is one.)
Me: “Hi, I’d like to get a refill on [X] medication.”
Pharmacist: *in trepidation* “Uhh… let me just check if we have your three-months’ refill.”
Me: “No worries.”
Pharmacist: *sounding even more worried* “Ma’am, I am so sorry, but it doesn’t appear we have the full supply. When do you need them by?”
Me: “I’m out as of tomorrow, but that’s no problem; it wouldn’t be the first time I get a week’s supply and come back for more when you have it.”
Pharmacist: “I can try calling another… Do you think… Wait, what? Really?”
Me: “Sure. Happens at least half the time. You only have a few customers on this medication and apparently we all like to refill at about the same time.”
Pharmacist: “And you’re not… You’re okay?”
Me: *laughing* “I’m not cranky-customer-type. My goal is never to be the one you go home complaining about!”
Pharmacist: “Ma’am, you are my favourite customer today. Possibly this month.”
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Gravity Discovery Centre observatory: a place to explore the wonders of the cosmos and origins of life by Emma Wynne (ABC Radio Perth, Western Australia)
A profile piece about the Gravity Discovery Centre observatory at Gingin, and its senior astronomer, Richard Tonello.
Hardy inland spangled perch make the most of heavy WA rains as desert creek beds turn to rivers by Rachel Day (ABC Goldfields, Western Australia)
A chance discovery of small fish flipping about on the side of a flooded road in the Goldfields reveals the spangled perch - a desert fish which is incredibly hardy and can survive a wide range of conditions.
Young WA farming family grows eco-house out of cereal crop by Lisa Morrison (ABC Great Southern, Western Australia)
The Maesepp-Potter family in Katanning live in an off-grid, straw-bale house they built from materials sourced on their working sheep and grain farm (the straw-bales were barley straw grown on the farm, the thermal walls are rock sourced from the northern end of their property). They're opening the doors of their home to the public as part of the Great Southern Sustainable Living festival.
So there's my three for the day. If you've seen any articles about what went right in your news feeds, why not share a link in the comments, and boost the signal?
by Gideon Marcus
I used to call The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction "dessert." Of all the monthly sf digests, it was the cleverest, the one most willing to take risks, and the most enjoyable reading. Over the past two years, I've noticed a slow but decided trend into the realm of "literary quality." In other words, it's not how good the stories are, or how fun the reading – they must be experimental and erudite to have any merit. And if you don't get the pieces, well, run off to Analog where the dumb people live.
A kind of punctuation mark has been added to this phenomenon. Avram Davidson, that somber dilettante with an encyclopedic knowledge and writing credits that take up many sheets of paper, has taken over as editor of F&SF from Robert Mills. Five years ago, I might have cheered. But Davidson's path has mirrored that of the magazine he now helms: a descent into literary impenetrability. Even his editorial prefaces to the magazine's stories are off-putting and contrived.
I dunno. You be the judge.
(see the rest at Galactic Journey!)
(I work at a place where we have arcade games and things like that. We also have alligators out front that you can get food for and feed if you want to. None of the staff mess with the gators; we mostly just leave them alone.)
Me: “Hello, sir, can I help you?”
Customer: “Yes, you can. My family and I want to swim with the alligators. How much is that?”
Me: “Um, sir, we don’t offer that service because… the gators will eat you.”
Customer: “That’s stupid! I know you’re lying to me! They are tamed; otherwise you couldn’t feed them. Go get your manager!”
Me: *goes and gets manager, and tells manager what happened*
Manager: “If you want to go swim with the gators go ahead. Free of charge.”
Customer: “Finally someone with sense!”
Manager: *turns to me* “Sometimes you just gotta save the savable.”
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(I live and work in a fairly deprived area, which comes with all the usual associated problems.)
Customer: “Excuse me, do you sell cream sauces?”
Me: “Did you mean savoury, or ice cream?”
Customer: “What’s ‘sav… saver… savernee’?”
Me: “Um, like dinner instead of pudding?”
Customer: “Yeah, it’s that. I need it for chicken.” *waves a box of imitation [popular American southern-fried chicken] pieces at me*
Me: “Wouldn’t you prefer a bottle of ketchup or mayonnaise for those?”
Customer: “No! I need to make a cream sauce for the chicken for my girlfriend. It’s our anniversary and she said she’d dump me if I took her to [Popular Fast Food Chain] again!”
Me: “Well, there’s nicer places to eat out. If you really want to make something, though, you’d be better off buying whole unprocessed chicken chunks. Not many things apart from other southern US flavours would really go well with what you have picked out.”
Customer: “So how do these packet sauces work?”
Me: “Well, you can cook them with milk. Some people like to add a little cream once it is thickened, but there is really no need as the packets all have thickening agents in them.”
Customer: “But which one do I buy?”
Me: “We’ve got bread sauce, bèchamel, cheese sauce, creamy peppercorn, or parsley sauce.”
Customer: “I don’t like parsley.”
Me: “One of these plainer ones, then? Cheese might be nice if you wrap the chicken in bacon.”
Customer: “Maybe. What’s peppercorns?”
Me: “Um, they’re a type of dried fruit. People like to grind them.”
Customer: “But what IS it?”
Me: “You ever put salt AND pepper on chips?”
Me: “The not-salt half of salt and pepper.”
(We continued the conversation. The customer eventually made his selections and left. I was sure it was just coincidence when I saw a fire engine go past two hours later; turned out it wasn’t! His girlfriend came in the next day to say he’d tried to use orange juice for the cheese sauce mix as he had run out of milk, and then put the chicken breasts directly onto the oven shelf. Amazingly she is still with him but says she will be more than happy to go to Fast Food Chain next time!)
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This is one of my New Adventures with Furniture Polish. I had a repair guy come to check my exercise machine shortly after I got it, and he recommended I use furniture polish on the casing every couple of weeks, to protect it from sun damage (it's parked right by the French doors). "Furniture polish, what a novel idea!" I thought, never having considered such a thing. So I bought some, and it smells good, and when I clean things, they stay clean for slightly longer than they do if I just wipe them, and it's all very pleasing. So I am now cleaning random pieces of my house at odd times. Including my keyboard. La la la...
둘. But not writing.
Writing seems like a foreign country, and I can't find my passport.
셋. I finished What's Up, Fox?, the Kdrama I was watching on my own. ( It was a little disappointing. )
Next I'm going to catch up on White Collar for wc_rewatch, and then maybe revisit Coffee Prince to see if knowing a smidgen of the language adds to the story... and so I can stare at Gong Yoo's faaaaace. Ahem.
넷. What's Up, Fox? was my 7th noona romance (younger man, older woman), and it's becoming evident that there's a formula for these things: ( Formula. )
다섯. We watched season 4 of Orphan Black over the last week, and I woke up in the middle of last night with this exchange in my head:
someone: Do you know where we're going?
Helena: Australia. We're going to save our seestra and eat the cuddly bears.
(I work at a car rental place downtown. I’m a service agent so I don’t usually deal with the customers when they first enter, but I overhear this conversation one day at work.)
Assistant Manager: “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to [Company]. How can I help you?”
Customer: “Hi, I’d like to rent a car for today.”
Assistant Manager: “Okay, no problem. Just let me get your name and phone number.”
Customer: “My name is [Customer], and my phone number is [number].”
(He looks up her info and sees that there is a car already rented in her name.)
Assistant Manager: “Ma’am, are you sure you want to rent a car?”
Assistant Manager: “Because we have here on the computer that you have already rented a car.”
Customer: “Oh, that can’t be right… Oh, wait… I think I might have parked it on the other side of my hotel.”
Assistant Manager: “That’s no problem, ma’am. One of our service agents can give you a ride back.”
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Any suggestions for the rest of us? What helps motivate you?
Good luck and cheers to you all! I hope your midweek goes well, progress is made and that you find something to be proud of.
(We sell cigarettes. The machine only takes coins.)
Guest: “Hi, I’d like to buy some cigarettes, please.”
Me: “Sure! Do you have enough change?”
Guest: “I only have this €10 bill.”
Me: “No problem. There’s a change machine right next to it.”
Guest: “I don’t know how that works.”
Me: “Uhm… Okay. It’s really easy. You put the bill in the top part, and coins fall out the bottom.”
Guest: “I’ve never done it before. Can you do it?”
Me: “I’m a little busy. It’s not hard. Just put the bill in the top, and coins fall out the bottom.”
(The guest walks away. I continue with my work thinking that this is the end of it. A minute goes by.)
Guest: “THE D*** MACHINE WON’T GIVE ANY CHANGE!”
Me: “Well, let’s take a look. Where’s your bill?”
Guest: *points to the bill, hopelessly lying on the top of the machine*
Me: “Ah, I see. You have to put this in the bill slot, right here, see?”
Guest: “HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!”
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Town Hall identifies the user's elected officials and sends reminders. Town Hall is a blue icon on the News Feed (for computer users) or with other Facebook tools on mobile. Facebook says the address you input to select officials won't be shared or used to target ads, but who knows?
You can use Town Hall for one-click Follows on Facebook of elected officials. If you post about a representative, you'll be prompted to phone, mail, or fax teh representative.
Finished Too Flash. Interesting, and not what I thought it was going to be like. The structure of the book felt like it was searching for its own heart, its own subject, in the same way that the protagonist, Zo, was searching for hers. Both book and character got there in the end. It reminded me of Jenny Pausacker's Central High books in some ways, but more up to date and much less white. I want to read more by Lucashenko. Tiny disappointment: I thought Zo was gay or bi (there was a line earlier on that sounded like it confirmed this, plus she and Missy had some UST going on) but that never got followed up.
Back to wrestling with Pedagogy of the Oppressed. It got better, and then it got worse again.
"Usually this leadership group is made up of men..." [here I stopped reading and said aloud "Well, there's your problem right there"] "...of men who in one way or another have belonged to the social strata of the dominators. At a certain point, in their existential experience, under certain historical conditions, these men renounce the class to which they belong and join the oppressed, in an act of true solidarity (or so one would hope)." Isn't it nice when the picture you draw of What This Revolution Needs comes out looking exactly like you?
So, comrade Freire, why can't the oppressed class be the revolutionary leaders? "It is extremely unlikely that these self-mistrustful, downtrodden, hopeless people will seek their own liberation -- an act of rebellion which they may view as a disobedient violation of the will of God, as an unwarranted confrontation with destiny." Oh. I see.
You know how I wrote earlier about the inherent contradictions in writing a book about revolutionary education for oppressed illiterates written in jargon even most university graduates would have some difficulty with? There is no contradiction. He's THAT guy. The one who is here for you, everything he is doing here is for YOUR sake, he WANTS to help you realise your full potential, but you have to do it on his terms, and he's the one who decides when you've learned the necessary lessons.
Which will only come when you accept him as your new thought leader while simultaneously humouring his fantasy that because he "betrayed" his ruling class background to come help liberate you from their rule by becoming your new leader, that means he's just as working class as you.
He even writes about this particular danger of revolutionary leaders and how they should be careful NOT to fall into that trap.
19 more pages to go. There are some really great paragraphs here, and some fucking awful chapters. :(
[Disclaimer: my parents are an academic and a psychologist. QED, I am not working class myself. I'm on disability, but I have more safety net than most people on disability because of my family, and also the privilege of not having been poor growing up, and of having been taught/enabled to regard authority figures as my social equals. I think it's important for me to acknowledge this while I'm tearing strips out of someone else for his unchecked privilege, lest I sound even more like Seivarden Vendaai Discovers Class Discourse 101. While I have had my own run-ins with "that guy" described above, mine were on a different axis of privilege, disability not class.]
Started reading Kate Elliott's Black Wolves, the first of her books I've read. So far... it's not hard work, and that's a relief, that's why I picked up a blockbuster fantasy novel from the library, and I do like the setting, but I do feel like it's missing something. Some subtle flavour or other. Maybe it'll show up later in the book.
TV and Movies
Went to see Hidden Figures. SO good.
It's so important that this movie got made, and did well, that it'd be churlish to criticise it at all. But if I did have a criticism, it'd be that it bent over a bit too far in the Not ALL White People direction. Which was probably what they had to do, to get it past the gatekeepers. The business with the bathroom sign in particular was a white saviour fantasy on a level I can only express in hexadecimal, namely #FFFFFF. (And I didn't notice the swearword hashtag until looking again at what I just typed, but I stand by it.)
APART from that bullshit, just... well, it's actually amazing how little of that bullshit there was, and how much they pushed back at it. Like the part when Kirsten Dunst's character (successful white career woman who's possibly (the film didn't state either way) very supportive of her white female colleagues, but is pulling up that ladder behind them as fast as she can) meets Dorothy Vaughan in the bathroom and tries to be all "believe it or not, I have nothing against you," and gee, I suppose, but you sure are not even one fraction of one percent for her, are you? And Octavia Spencer, as Dorothy Vaughan, replies something like "I can believe that you might think that," which is as close to a "you keep telling yourself that, arsehole" as she could possibly have gotten under the circumstances.
Taraji P. Henson's performance as Katherine Johnson was the heart of the film, and she and Janelle Monáe's Mary Jackson were amazing, but the part I loved the most was actually Dorothy Vaughan's arc, about thinking forward to the need to retrain herself and her workers as programmers so they wouldn't be put out of work by the new computing machines. When she taught herself FORTRAN and taught all her workers too and insisted they be hired along with her.
And this wasn't presented as some sort of fluffy innate nurturing quality in her, some sort of facile 'Johnson's the smart one, Jackson's the sexy one, Vaughan's the motherly one.' Ugh. It could have been, but it wasn't. You could see that all three of the protagonists were brilliant (and nurturing, and romantic/sexual people.) Vaughan got a couple of scenes on her own with the IBM machine, troubleshooting it and using punchcards for the first time (identifying it as female -- you could see the logic there: all the human computers are women, so the digital computer must be female too; and she could have hated it or wanted to sabotage it, but she didn't, she saw its beauty immediately) and you could see that that was where she wanted to be, where her genius was. Her teaching and looking after her team (above and beyond the requirements of her job, I mean) was because it was the right thing to do. An act of solidarity, of justice.
Watched some more B99. It's interesting, because I do have an embarassment squick, but it's gotten less intense lately and I forgot it existed. The Thanksgiving episode reminded me. *cringe*
More Stardew Valley, of course. My veggies took first prize at the fair. Suck it, Pierre! Emoji have a lot to answer for: every time I pull up an eggplant, I think of dicks. Disconcerting.
Finished the Archon Drom story arc of The Hidden Almanac, which was a lot of fun. I am staring down the barrel of a Hidden Almanac shortage, though. Gonna have to find something else soothing and safe to listen to right before bed. It might be time to catch up on my Jay and Miles X-Plain The X-Men listening. Which is not nearly as soothing, but is safe for whatever nebulous value of safe my backbrain assigns to such things.
Started my first compost bin. Beatrice and Dorian helped by supplying the bin's first contribution, the contents of their litter boxes. I am informed that this means I shouldn't use the resulting compost on my veggies, under penalty of toxoplasmosis, but it's fine for flowers. So I'll start some flowers, and it'll mean Beatrice and Dorian aren't contributing as much to landfill. Go them.
Bunnings are selling daffodil bulbs, and oh yeah, that's because it's March, and March is when the bulbs go on sale. I forgot, because it is STILL FUCKING SUMMER. I bought a value-bag of 14 and put them in the crisper drawer of the fridge, because like fuck is it time to plant them.
I also bought another marigold (how are marigolds still flowering?) and a couple of tiny cacti which I put in a planter on the windowsill in one room where the cats aren't allowed (the one with what Dorian likes to believe is a cat-sized swimming pool) and added little Pokemon figurines. There is already a plastic skull on that windowsill. I ROCK at interior decor.
Tomatoes are still growing even though it is nearly April. But global warming is just a myth, right? One of the Russian Black ones finally ripened enough for me to eat it, and it may have been the best tomato I ever tasted. I'm not usually given to hyperbole, and I want to hedge that "best" even further because I'm shit at ranking things best-worst and I can't remember all the tomatoes I've eaten, and Russian Black tomatoes are normally very good... but wow that was a good tomato. Easily the best one I've eaten this year.
Playing with i3wm customisation. I've been using i3 for nearly a year now, but hadn't done more than the bare minimum to make it habitable (i.e. moved the bar up the top and deleted the alerts I didn't need so they wouldn't glare red at me) until now. I have now learned about the screen locker app, proper deployment of feh as a wallpaper app, and some very minor keybinding adjustments.
I also created a test user account and messed harder than that with the settings there (trying to learn the GNU stash app, and to import other people's dotfiles unaltered) with less success (unless you count the fact that I did so on a test account and didn't lock myself out of my own user account -- that's its own sort of success.)
Other customisations I want to do soon:
- the config line that looks in a wallpaper directory and randomly picks a different one for each workspace, each session (the Arch wiki is extremely helpful on what exact line to put in your config to do that. I love the Arch wiki.)
- the "open this application in this workspace on startup" thing. Which is complicated because I have seven different Firefox windows open, all full of tabs, and Opinions on which one should be in which workspace, but as far as i3 knows they're all just Firefox. And workspace 1 is terminals, of course, but last time I tried to use the i3 script that lets you save your layout, I fell into a maze of twisty Perl back-compatibility problems, all alike. But even if I just tell if to open one terminal in workspace 1, open all the Firefoxes in workspace 2, and open a text editor in workspace 9, that's a start, right?
- the one I would really love to do, but suspect is going to be more difficult and complicated than I'd like to think: terminal transparency, with a different background behind each terminal window. I have these motivational memes (an angry lion captioned 'Gladly Feast On Those Who Would Subdue You' and so on, and of course Heal Yourself, Skeletor, and Calmage Wolfatee and so on) that I'd like to be able to see dimly behind my terminals. I figure that because i3 does containers and each window is in its own container, it should be possible to run a different instance of feh in each new container in workspace 1, but I haven't tested it and this is way beyond my level of knowledge or experience.
- a pleasing and harmonious colour scheme for terminal text and the i3 bar (I'd like to use lemonbar, but haven't gotten lemonbar to work yet.)
Beatrice would like it noted for the record that she is still a ferocious predator. She would enter the little blue and yellow polyester feather-ball cat toy thing in evidence, but she doesn't want to let go of it just yet. She thinks it might still be alive.
2. A con-panel style presentation: The Prehistory of Monster Hunter, outlined below.
3. A con-panel style presentation: Sacred Springs and Blessed Arrows: Shinto in Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, outlined below.
4. Work on the fanfic you already have to meet your goal.
I didn't put "more Ormarr background stuff" on this list because that will happen regardless.
( Outlines )
(P.S. "yes" is a valid answer but will result in Must. Write. Faster.)
The Libertarian Futurist Society has announced five finalists for the Best Novel category of the 37th annual Prometheus Awards
The Corporation Wars: Dissidence by Ken MacLeod (Orbit)
The Corporation Wars: Insurgence by Ken MacLeod (Orbit)
The Mandibles: A Family, 2029-2047 by Lionel Shriver (HarperCollins)
The Core of the Sun by Johanna Sinisalo (translated by Lola Rogers) (Grove Press/Black Cat)
Blade of p'Na by L. Neil Smith (Phoenix Pick)
(I am cashiering when a customer comes up to the colleague next to me. She has a barbecue set and is claiming that it is being sold for £19.99. It is actually priced at £89.99 according to the giant sticker, however the customer points to a small sticker on the side, which is reserved for clothing items only, and says so on the sticker itself. She doesn’t take no for an answer and asks for a manager. The manager weakly puts up a defense for not dropping the price, but I’m losing my patience with how dense the customer is being while carrying a smug grin. I kindly ask my customers to wait a moment.)
Customer: “BUT IT SAYS £19—”
Me: “Actually, that set is £89.99. I put that price on myself yesterday.”
Customer: “BUT THE STICKER—”
Me: “This one? It says ‘CLOTHING ONLY’ along the top. It has either has been incorrectly placed or someone else put it there to get a bargain.” *Customer blushes*
Customer: “But you have to honour it!”
Me: “No, we don’t. The sticker clearly does not belong on that item, and therefore we are not bound into sell it for that price. The whole reason for the labelled sticker is to protect against this happening. In fact, even if the sticker was the right one, but for the wrong price, we still reserve the right to refuse the sale if you don’t want to pay the actual price. So your choice is either pay £89.99, or get out.”
Customer: “YOU’RE LOSING A MASSIVE SALE!”
Me: “If we sold it to you at your price, we would lose £70 on a £90 sale. I can already see three customers in line with one, so I think they’re popular enough to be sold to people who are willing to pay what they’re worth.”
(The customer looks around, mouths “f*** you” and runs out of the store.)
Manager: “Well done! I was just going to lower the price.”
Next Customer: “And that’s why he’ll have your job someday. Loss prevention is a big deal when it comes to retail, and had it been me in charge you would have had to explain that loss. I might actually introduce a label system like that at my store. It’s genius!”
(I ended up getting written up for mouthing off to a customer and “losing the sale.” I didn’t really care as it was just a job until I went to university. I left shortly after a new general manager took over, and decided that the manager in the story wasn’t allowed to handle sales anymore, and she wasn’t allowed to be the only manager on duty because of it.)
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by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 3 (complete)
word count (story only): 1229
:: This story takes place around dawn on Saturday in the Maldives, which is dinner time (around 5pm) where Shiv is. ::
By the time Shiv arrived at the visiting room, the hallway had smelled like pizza for not only minutes, but yards of walking. Travis opened the door for Shiv, smiling at the man already waiting inside. 'Hi, Mister Finn. You didn't have to bring pizza; it's my job to make sure that Shiv doesn't miss dinner. Doctor Bloch would have my head if that happened.”
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Their report focuses on the 17 states and 13 congressional districts that Democrats won or lost by single-digit percentages in 2016. Their perspective is that rather than trying to persuade white swing voters, we should work on getting minorities and other progressives who don't vote (yet) to actually get to the polls.
They link to a number of local and state organizations that have proven success in registering and mobilizing new voters, and want to expand those and start similar organizations in other states that need them.
There's a great overview article about it at The Nation.
* More States To Expand Medicaid Now That Obamacare Remains Law (Forbes)
* How Right-Wing Media Saved Obamacare (Atlantic). The title is a wild misrepresentation of the contents, but it's an interesting summary of what exactly right-wing media has been saying all these years about Obamacare.
* Democrats should write their own “terrific” Obamacare replacement (Vox)
* The Death Of Trumpcare Is The Ultimate Proof Of Obamacare’s Historic Accomplishment (HuffPo)
* How Democrats Aided in the Demise of the GOP’s Health Bill (WSJ)
* John Bel Edwards made 300,000 people eligible for Medicaid within 24 hours of becoming Gov. His upset win in 2015 had huge consequences." (Twitter). Short thread with some really incredible statistics on the difference Medicaid has made to Louisiana.
News / analysis - not health care
* Pentagon Tells Congress to Stop Buying Equipment it Doesn't Need (Military.com).
* LGBT seniors marked for removal from survey on elder care services (Guardian)
* Lacking Evidence of Voter Fraud, Legislatures Target Its Specter (NYT)
* Trump Administration Orders Tougher Screening of Visa Applicants (NYT)
* Federal Judge Sides With Trump In A Challenge To The New Travel Ban Executive Order (Buzzfeed)
* California Upholds Auto Emissions Standards, Setting Up Face-Off With Trump (NYT)
* Nobody Knew Governing Could Be So Complicated (Atlantic). On the difficulty of turning GOP obstructionism into GOP governance.
* Passing Tax Reform Will Be As Difficult As Repealing Obamacare (Forbes)
* Wisconsin judge orders state GOP to redraw gerrymandered legislative districts (Salon, Jan 2017)
* LGBTQ Advocates Horrified By Trump Administration’s Civil Rights Health Pick (HuffPo)
* 'The Resistance' Faces A New Question: What To Do With All That Money (NPR)
* 6 Big Takeaways From The RNC's Incredible 2012 Autopsy (Talking Points Memo, March 2013). This is fascinating to look back on from the perspective of the past election.
(Working as a cashier for four years has taught me a great deal of patience, but one particular woman always tries to cause a huff when she comes into the store. Today, however, we are short staffed. I am at my register and can not leave the front end, my manager is unloading the truck by himself in the back of the store, and we have one person working in the print department, who also can not leave her station, leaving no one working on the floor. It’s beginning to pick up and I notice the offending woman entering the store. From my register I see her quickly pace up and down the front of the store a couple times looking increasingly irate. She turns around to look at me.)
Customer: *suddenly yelling* “Isn’t there anyone working on the FLOOR?”
Me: *having to speak much louder than normal due to the distance between us* “My apologies, ma’am. We are a bit short staffed at the moment, but I will see if someone is available.”
(At this point the customer forcefully sighs and throws her arms in the air but stays where she is. I radio to my manager that the customer needed assistance ASAP. Before I can even finish speaking over the radio she starts up again.)
Customer: *yelling to no one in particular* “I can’t believe there’s no one working on the FLOOR!”
(I radio again to my manager, sounding a bit more desperate to have this lady out of my hair, and try to explain the situation. Eventually my manager comes out from the back and walks right up to the customer.)
Manager: *very calmly and with a smile* “My apologies for the wait, ma’am. I have lots of other customers who think they are the most important thing in the world, too.”
(The customer and I kind of looked at him in shock. She mumbled to him the item she wanted and I rang up the transaction trying very hard not to laugh. She left without another word.)
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