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Hello and welcome to the Birdcage! This is my sixth quarterly prompt writing exercise. You can see the previous results in the birdcage tag. I'm kicking this off a day early this time around because Camp NaNo starts on the 1st and I'm actually giving it a shot this year!

I want to thank you all again for your support last quarter! <3 You're all wonderful.

Theme: Recovery

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And yes, Frozen Heroes is up for grabs, for those of you who were interested.

It's simple, really! You leave a prompt before the end of the prompt call (April 7th) and I will write you a drabble or single verse of poetry for free. If you want to see it continued, $5/200 words or verse will get you more words.

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lynnoconnacht: A brown-haired girl in a gingham dress looking at the viewer over her shoulder. (!Me blue default)

Welcome back to the epic rewatch of the Pretty Guardian Sailormoon Live Action show! When last we left off, I discussed Act Zero and a general idea of what I was doing. This week, we’re into the series proper with the first episode, appropriately titled Act 1.

As it’s the first episode of the whole thing, there are technically no spoilers. Practically, there will be spoilers for Sailor Moon Classic, Sailor Moon Crystal and, of course, the manga. It’s kind of hard to avoid because I most likely will be drawing on what I know of all of them to go play Spot The Changes and have opinions on the matter.

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Mirrored from Little Lion Lynnet's.

ysabetwordsmith: Victor Frankenstein in his fancy clothes (Frankenstein)
The story "Marketing Day" by [personal profile] dialecticdreamer picks up after "Urgent Business," and comes before my poem "The Cold of the Winter."  It's a swap for my poem "That Resurrection of Hope."  

I'm sorry that stuff is coming out of sequence.  I posted the cash-sponsored content before the barter-swapped content.  Also I am fey, the timespace continuum has at best a weak grasp on me, and I often get inspiration out of order.  However, I think I have the poems lined up properly on the series page.  Extras by [personal profile] dialecticdreamer appear at the bottom.

D.O.P.-T.

Mar. 30th, 2015 11:12 pm[personal profile] weofodthignen
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A strange day of heavy sunlight, as if it might thunder. The folks next door dug up the little aspen from next to their door that didn't make it through the winter, and leaned it against the wall next to their trash cans.
azurelunatic: "Fangirl": <user name="azurelunatic"> and a folding fan.  (fangirl)
So the last actual update from me was pre-FOGcon; I'd run afoul of beer bash and decided that I was going to be miserable at home in my own bed. I woke up cheerful and perky and drove in. This time the valets were much better briefed on the event; I was asked if I was here for the thing. I was. Yay!

There was exactly one person at the convention this year who I was hoping to avoid. It was the person who used to play some role in gathering up issues for That Damn Helldesk Program and had some organizational role in the releases. I had met her in person exactly once: she was sitting at the other pole of the horseshoe table across from me, looking quiet, serious, pale, and vaguely miserable.

Naturally, she was working registration desk when I arrived. I wasn't sure which name they would have filed me under (for credit card purposes I gave them my wallet name as well) but it was under the correct name, albeit with my wallet name on the back. I declined the offer to reprint, and scribbled out my wallet name with some vigor. She didn't mention work and neither did I; I don't know whether she recognized me.

As I was looking at the description of the panel in the nearest room, and debating which panel I wanted to go for, someone called me by name. The correct name. It was [personal profile] emceeaich, who I hadn't seen since the rollout of ALL THE NEW THINGS. And where [personal profile] emceeaich is, [personal profile] cynthia1960 is often nearby, in this case being fitted with a very nice corset.

We decided that since it was noonish, lunch was probably an excellent life choice, and so we headed up to the lobby. The lobby combines restaurant, bar, and general lobby lounge area, with a dedicated restaurant section behind the large freestanding wall that composes the bar, and then lounge in front of it. However, restaurant service isn't limited to the restaurant area, which makes for a pleasant, but sometimes chaotic, experience.

Someone stopped by to chat with Emma and Cyn; something about her demeanor suggested she recognized me, but hers was a very common name; it turned out she was [personal profile] metaphortunate! Hooray!

After lunch I went to the downstairs lobby to figure out what panel(s) I wanted to see. There were plenty of people about. I chatted with a few of them. I pulled out my traveling laptop George to check my mail.

Before I made any sort of decision about panels, it was check-in time at the hotel, so I did that so I'd have a place to leave some of my gear. I relaxed in the quiet for a bit, then figured I'd wander panel-wards by way of the con suite, which was on my floor.

I walked in to a con suite full of awesome women talking about weightlifting. I was enthralled. These are the sorts of conversations that don't tend to happen when bros are bro-ing about being bro-ful and loud, and I could have enjoyed an entire convention just like this. And that was how I met [personal profile] kshandra, and I recognized [personal profile] forestofglory's name but couldn't place the exact acquaintance. (Someone whose badge name was Melissa was saying a lot of the awesome things, and Michele from the concom was there being awesome too.)

When I was packing for the convention, I had tossed a number of things into a large transparent plastic box, just the right size to fit in a large tote bag with some room left over. It is in fact large enough to hold George, some jellybeans, several menstrual pads, makeup, hair pins, glitter, a notepad, a package of highlighters, and some other random things. I had found a few packages of pop rocks under some boxes on my bookshelf while shuffling things around in preparation for moving (whenever that's going to happen). Long story short, [personal profile] norabombay was totally overreacting and I did not die from eating shelf pop rocks. And I tossed one in the box, because why not.

The discussion turned from weightlifting to obscure dietary restrictions, and someone mentioned that one of the weird ones was lactose in pop rocks. People were sort of baffled, because why do POP ROCKS need MILK. I remembered that I had tossed it in the box. I whipped out the package of pop rocks. Yep, lactose.

Cliff wandered through. It turned out that describing the helldesk software to someone who used to work on http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/BMC_Remedy_Action_Request_System is an actively painful experience for that person. It is a solved problem, and Virtual Hammer has attempted to re-invent the weasel by glueing several gerbils together (which, I might add, would be doubly illegal in California).

Saw some people who are identified in my notes as Wendy and K. [personal profile] ethicalslut identifed my Dreamwidth d button, and we got a picture together.

The banquet was next, and ethicalslut was looking to pull together a table of interesting people. I was amenable to joining this table. I identified someone in line who I thought might be [personal profile] firecat, and I was correct. Also at the table were Aahz, and several other people.

The banquet was great fun. After that, there had been a lot of people, so I went up to my room for a bit.

I decided to go for some lobbycon time. I ran into forestofglory, and this time had managed to identify people we know in common ([personal profile] kaberett, among others). Shweta Narayan was passing through, and they and their husband sat down in the group, and I met the Designated Extravert of the group, the adorable, cheerful Mippo (a tiny stuffed animal which looks like the delightful intersection of Moomin and Hippopotamus). Emma and Cyn joined the group as well.

There was an unfortunate incident with Shweta and some too-hot water, and ice became necessary. It was lovely to meet them though!

I got a large amount of loonembellishment done.

Eventually I was dizzytired and went off to bed.
ysabetwordsmith: Victor Frankenstein in his fancy clothes (Frankenstein)
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls, inspired by discussion with [personal profile] dialecticdreamer. It is posted in trade for her story "Marketing Day." It also fills the "septicemia / infected wounds" square in my 11-25-14 card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest. This poem belongs to the Frankenstein's Family series, the last in the triptych which follows the trot-line incident, so make sure you've already read "The Cold of the Winter" and "The Heat of the Fever."

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BINGO: row

Mar. 30th, 2015 09:50 pm[personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
ysabetwordsmith: Cartoon of me in Wordsmith persona (Default)
I have made bingo on Row 1 of my 9-1-14 card for the [community profile] ladiesbingo fest.
Fandoms: Torn World, P.I.E., Polychrome Heroics, Diminished Expectations
Prompts: Flirting, Physical Imperfections, Tragedy, Love Without Hope, Dystopias

Divergent: Insurgent

Mar. 31st, 2015 03:41 pm[personal profile] china_shop
china_shop: Diana from White Collar looking mischievous (WC Diana mischievous)
We went to Insurgent last night. It made no sense whatsoever, but I enjoyed it pretty well anyway.

Spoilery stuff. )

Also, [personal profile] mergatrude just pointed me at the How It Should Have Ended clip for Captain America: The Winter Soldier, which made me laugh and laugh and laugh.
ysabetwordsmith: Cartoon of me in Wordsmith persona (Default)
This article takes a tongue-in-cheek look at passing privilege and the issue of identifying who may legally be discriminated against.  How do you "tell" if someone is homosexual?  Sometimes the person advertises it, sometimes it may be inferred from clues, but most of the time it is not so obvious.  This of course raises the issue of misconceptions; many cissexual, heterosexual people have been beaten or even murdered because someone mistakenly thought they were queer.  So too, Indiana will quickly discover that legalizing discrimination against homosexuals will also hit some heterosexuals.

And then there are those of us whose warning label should say, "Activist: push to start."  (I actually have that on a red button.)  Sure, there are times when I use passing privilege of various types because it's easy and I don't have an infinite supply of spoons, or when I believe that acting up would be dangerous.  But there are other times when I'll act up even if it is dangerous, and if I judge it safe, I will make a great big hairy scene.  Never get into a blurting contest with an annoyed bard, you will lose.  Because I can handle the kind of heat that bigots give off when someone objects to them being bigots, and not everyone can, and I want them to know that civilized people won't let them act like giant assholes without at least calling them out for it.

You can readily identify a queer person who does something like, "Oh gosh, you have a sign that says you don't serve queer people in here.  I guess I'll leave this big basket of stuff on the counter and take my $96 queer dollars to a store that is not run by giant assholes."

Just because I'm currently wearing a female body and in a permanent relationship with someone in a male body does not make me any less queer.  It's just a little harder to see from this angle, until I open my mouth.  As long as someone mistaking me for a heterosexual woman doesn't cause an issue, meh, I usually don't care.  Random strangers don't need to know my weirdnesses.  But when it IS an issue?  Open mouth, fire full broadside.  

This is why I got beef with people who claim that privilege is inescapable.  It's not.  It really, really  is not.  In fact it's a lot more frangible than people realize.  You can very easily lose your privilege if someone else mistakes you for a member of a disadvantaged group or if you are forcibly attached to it for some reason.  You can also choose to drop your privilege in the crapper and flush it along with all the other shit you don't need, just by voluntarily associating with disadvantaged people or by verbally dispensing with it when people offer you privilege that you don't want to accept.  Bigots will enthusiastically diss you for any or all of that.  

It's not all or nothing, of course.  If your association is not obvious, then you may have the option of picking your battles.  That lets you stay reasonably safe while still making a difference.  You might flush one privilege today and a different one tomorrow.  You might wax and wane your advertisement of hidden traits based on how much energy you have for a given cause or whether it makes you feel bad to hide (or reveal) what you are.  It's your life, your choice.

Just understand that it is a choice, just as bigotry or tolerance are choices.

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Mar. 30th, 2015 07:02 pm[personal profile] case posting in [community profile] fandomsecrets
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⌈ Secret Post #3008 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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ysabetwordsmith: Cartoon of me in Wordsmith persona (Default)
Skin adapts to the current level of stress. If you spend the winter mostly indoors, your hands tend to get soft. Then when you start yardening in spring, it's easy to get blisters. Here is my method for coping with that ...

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ysabetwordsmith: Cartoon of me in Wordsmith persona (Default)
It's a beautiful spring day here in central Illinois.  We picked up a bunch of large branches and small trees, cut them down to smaller bits, and piled up the beginning of a bonfire in the firepit in the ritual meadow.

If you have spent the winter mostly indoors, remember to ramp up slowly when beginning yardwork outdoors in spring.  (If you spent the winter shoveling snow, you should be fine.)  Work as far as you feel comfortable.  Push just a little farther.  Then stop for the day.  I have a separate post on preventing and caring for blisters.
squeemu: Wide-eyed kid eating popcorn ([me] better than the talkies)
Don't you just love it when you're halfway through a post and suddenly your Internet quits and your computer thinks you need to refresh the page you're writing a post in? Like. I am pretty sure I have been able to just have windows open in the past with no trouble, even when I'm not connected to the Internet. What gives, technology?

ANYWAY.

-- oh, hey, it asked if I wanted to restore my draft. THANK YOU, DW. I guess I will be less cranky now. But I am still using Notepad to write this entry.

I have been trying to stay away from any kind of sweetened drink recently, and as such, have re-discovered my stash of loose leaf tea. I also re-discovered David's Tea and may have persuaded [personal profile] thebaconfat to go with me so I could pick out some new samples.

Tea opinions; almost entirely for my own reference )

AND THEN. I came home and started reading a new book called Extra Virginity by Tom Mueller. It's about olive oil, and, uh, I have to confess I am reading it almost entirely for Shephard. It's actually well written, though, even if I'm a little perplexed by the author's sensual obsession with it. But, uh, reading it reminded me that I have a year-old bottle of real extra virgin olive oil in the cupboard, which at the time I only bought because I had a coupon and a curiosity. It turned out that I didn't really ...like the taste at the time?

But I decided to give it another shot. Literally, I poured a little bit of my real EVOO into a shot glass and took a little sip and OH MY GOD. Oh my god. Amazing. And my balasmic vinegar was still good, too, and I drizzled a little of both onto some lettuce + spinach and devoured two plates. I may have a new problem.

I don't know how to end this post.

A flagrant violation.

Mar. 30th, 2015 03:31 pm[personal profile] sarah
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Summarizing four months of validation data requires caffeination. I don't care what the safety manual says.

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Mar. 30th, 2015 01:29 pm[personal profile] snarp
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I think if you did one of those word-cloud things on me, my most characteristic word would probably be "ostensible." I've thought about dropping it before parodying me becomes to easy, but like. I like the word.

Another thing I probably do too much is say "but, like. [petulance]." Also: "I mean, [defense of thing I'm being petulant about], but [continued petulance]." Also: "Also: [stuff]."

Posted by ARRAY(0x83f9528)

A couple of weeks ago, a waterspout formed off the coast of a tropical beach in Brazil. The panic it evoked was merited … kinda sorta. Here’s why:

I’ve seen dust devils in person many times (driving from California to Colorado years back, we saw a half dozen, one that was so big we were kilometers away when we first spotted it), and pictures of them on Mars(!). But I’ve never seen a tornado in the wild myself, or a waterspout … or an ash devil, or a fire tornado.

Y’know what? I’m not too upset by that. Watching them on video is just fine by me.

Watch more of Slate’s Bad Astronomy videos with Phil Plait.

i adulted ALL THE THINGS

Mar. 30th, 2015 12:30 pm[personal profile] synecdochic
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Mondays, every week, let's celebrate ourselves, to start the week right. Tell me what you're proud of. Tell me what you accomplished last week, something -- at least one thing -- that you can turn around and point at and say: I did this. Me. It was tough, but I did it, and I did it well, and I am proud of it, and it makes me feel good to see what I accomplished. Could be anything -- something you made, something you did, something you got through. Just take a minute and celebrate yourself. Either here, or in your journal, but somewhere.

(And if you feel uncomfortable doing this in public, I've set this entry to screen any anonymous comments, so if you want privacy, comment anonymously and I won't unscreen it. Also: yes, by all means, cheer each other on when you see something you want to give props to!)
aldersprig: (Gremlin)
I'd gotten used to my children bringing home friends by the time Jin was in high school. Junie was a little socialite, even in kindergarten, but Jin - Jin was a one-child rescue wagon. He brought home stray dogs, stray erbiss, lost pixies - his entire 7th grade year had been devoted to creating an elaborate dollhouse for a family of Tinies...

Continued here; a Patronage of just $1/month will let you read all Patron-only posts!
tatterpixie: my cosplay of rakushun from The Twelve Kingdoms (rakushun)
Went down to Lancaster for Zenkaikon on Friday! It's a pretty awesome con, not too big but not too small, and seems to be really well run. Great location, plenty of dining options in the area as it's at the Convention Center right downtown. We went to a couple panels -- first one on Pop Culture and Paganism was cancelled as the moderator had a family emergency come up, but the second one, on Japanese mythology, was well done and quite entertaining. The dealers room and Artists Alley were together in the same exhibit hall, and while not huge there was quite a good variety of stuff to peruse and resist buying. XD There was a lot of excellent cosplay too, and a good balanced age range of attendees, which surprised me a little since East Coast anime cons tend to skew VERY young. Really impressed with the con overall. Next year is their 10th year -- I think I'm going to go and take one of my cosplays. ^_^ Probably Pinako, but I may take Rakushun too if we get a hotel room. XD

Was going to go to Mudthaw on Saturday, but it was stupidly cold and Plunder wasn't well and backed out and frankly I was just not feeling it. Still, it sounds like everyone had a good time. ^_^ Kinda sad I missed it, it's a fun event.

WeatherDork:
Currently at Bethlehem, PA, USA at 10.38am: Overcast
Temp: 39F (feels like 33F)
Humidity: 62% (dewpoint 27F)
Pressure: 29.87"
Winds: SSW 8mph
Forecast: Mostly cloudy, slight chance of rain showers, high 51F, low 31F

It was cold much of the week, the only warmth coming on Thursday, and even so that came with rain and a thunderstorm and wasn't really all that warm. Saturday was downright winter-like -- we didn't get any snow, but Reading and parts of NJ did. DO NOT APPROVE. We're expecting much more seasonable temperatures this week and a heaping helping of April showers. (How is it almost April already?)

Walking to Rivendell:
You have walked 313.5 miles.
You have passed South of the Road.
It is 0.5 miles to the next landmark.
You have 144.5 miles to reach Rivendell.

Walked all over the con and all over downtown Lancaster on Friday. ^_^ It didn't feel like 2.5 miles, but that's what we walked! Also did some walking on Sunday since it was nice out, down to the cemetery and back.

On My Plate:
Tags and Other Writins:
  • The Agent, the Witch, and the Nightclub (Perfect World)
  • Something About A Burger (ItNotM)
  • No Cinderella Story (ItNotM)
  • Save The Last Dance For Me (ItNotM) and right back at me ^_^
  • It's Good to be Notch (RTH) -- done and submitted!
Art:
  • work on RTH art
  • start on more Jin Dui art
Etc:
  • prep more stuff for Ebay for Angie and Angie's dad
  • practice harp
Weekly Things Checklist:
  • Thing Arted: FINALLY finished Tail-tag piece for RTH
  • Thing Writed: OMG TAGS
  • Thing Cleaned: dishes
This week should be another easy week. Nothing on the calendar besides ignoring April Fools Day nonsense. XD

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Mar. 30th, 2015 09:31 am[personal profile] camwyn
camwyn: (brood ponder think scowl brood)
It.

is.

snowing.

again.

To the degree that I can't see Logan Airport from 99 High Street.

WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO YOU, WEATHER GODS.

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Mar. 30th, 2015 01:54 pm[personal profile] naraht
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I would love to be able to spend a whole day not being remotely conscientious, organised, efficient or productive. But I would probably have to schedule it in advance, and then I would worry about whether I'd done it right.

Posted by Phil Plait

Ever year around the end of February, after a long winter, Arctic ice reaches its maximum extent. This year that happened around Feb. 25, when it encompassed 14.54 million square kilometers of ice around the North Pole.

Sound like a lot? It’s not. Really, really not. This year’s maximum extent was the lowest on record.

The plot above shows the situation. The solid line shows the average ice extent over the year (measured from 1981–2010) and the gray area represents a statistical measure of random fluctuations; anything inside the gray is more or less indistinguishable from the average (in other words, an excursion up or down inside the gray area could just be due to random chance).

The dashed line was the extent in 2012, when unusual conditions created the lowest minimum extent in recorded history. The solid blue line is 2015 so far. As you can see, it’s already reached maximum, and it’s well below average. It’s also outside the gray zone, meaning it’s statistically significant. It’s the earliest the peak has been reached as well. Both these facts point accusingly at global warming—more warmth, and shorter winters.

We have to be careful here, because individual records can be misleading. The trend is what’s important. However, the trend is very, very clear: Ice extent at the North Pole is decreasing rapidly over time. Note that this record low extent is about 1 percent lower than the previous record … which was last year.

Here’s a NASA video describing this year’s low maximum:

The implications of losing Arctic ice are profound. First, high latitudes are more affected by warming; the temperature trends in the extreme north are twice what they are at lower latitudes.

Melting ice does contribute to sea level rise, though not as much as melting glaciers on land. The bad news: Those glaciers are melting faster than ever. This has a second effect that may prove just as disastrous, too. All that fresh water dumped into the salty ocean changes the way the water circulates around the world. This circulation is one of the key ways warmth gets redistributed around the planet. Disrupting this cannot possibly be good news for us. You can read more about this at RealClimate, and climatologist Michael Mann discussed it in a recent interview.

At the other pole, Antarctic land ice is melting at a fantastic rate, and the slight increase in sea ice is not even coming close to making up for it. Deniers love to point at the sea ice, but that comes and goes every year and is roughly stable; the land ice is melting away at huge rates. Claiming global warming is wrong because Antarctic sea ice is increasing is like pointing toward a healing paper cut on your finger when your femoral artery has been punctured.

Arctic ice is like the fabled canary in a coal mine; it’s showing us very clearly what we’re in for. And what’s headed our way is a warmer planet, an even more disrupted climate, and a world of hurt if we do nothing about it.

Ahh, April Fool’s

Apr. 1st, 2006 06:47 pm[personal profile] deirdre
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Possibly the best April Fool’s day gadget I’ve seen in years can be found here. You don’t even have to be a tool geek to think it’s funny, but if the humo(u)r strikes you as overly dry, just skip to the disclaimers.

Originally published at deirdre.net. You can comment here or there.

ysabetwordsmith: (Schrodinger's Heroes)
You can now read the novella "Salvaging" by [personal profile] dialecticdreamer in full, if you were waiting for the end of it.  The story features an assassin from Terramagne stumbling into Schrodinger's Heroes.  Begin with Part 1, end with Part 26, or visit the Index.  
thefourthvine: Girl in pajamas with laptop. (I sleep with computers.)
I read Brenna Clarke Grey's post on why she quit Goodreads and decided to write up my own recent unfun experience there. (I haven't quit the site, but I'm on hiatus from it. Again.)

In January 2015 I was hungry for fiction and had run through my friends' recommendations, so I started looking through Goodreads. I found a book called Flight of the Silvers, by Daniel Price. The reviews were largely positive and the summary seemed interesting. I downloaded a sample and decided it was engaging enough to buy.

Trouble began shortly thereafter. At the 20% mark, I knew this book and I would never be friends. The story wasn't right for me for many reasons, ranging from Science Doesn't WORK That Way to These Women Are Like No Human I've Ever Known to Please Stop Using That Word Please Stop PLEASE JUST STOP. The pacing fell off as the author tried to manage more characters and a more divided plot than he knew how to handle. There were long chunks of text that desperately needed editing. And I was frustrated by the fact that one of the characters, Hannah, was described pretty much only by her boobs. Her characterization could be summarized as "the attractive one with the giant hooters." Her plot role was "the mobile boobs that everyone either admires or is jealous of." The obsession with her breasts was like a dripping tap: ignorable right up until it becomes all you can think about it. I read distractedly, waiting grimly for the next mention of Hannah and Her Boobs. (As there were typically multiple mentions per page in any section she was in, it was never a long wait.)

From 25% on, my notes in the ebook consist of:
  1. Increasingly sarcastic comments on some of the mentions of Hannah's boobs (they come too often to note all of them).
  2. Complaints about overuse of the word "shined." (Three months after reading the book, I'm still flinching when I see it. It was really overused.)
  3. Lengthy strings of question marks after some of the seriously, um, interesting word choices in the book. (After a while, I started to slip some exclamation points in these, too.)
Here's an example. At one point, one of the characters describes a pseudoscience substance as "both airy and dense." A male character (one of the good guys, of course; misogyny is a noted good guy trait) responds, "Huh. Just like Hannah." The next part, a direct quote: "More people laughed as the actress irreverently narrowed her eyes at Zack. He shined a preening smirk." Okay, so I think we can see that this is, just in general, really bad writing (he shined a preening smirk?), but what the hell is irreverently doing in that sentence? It makes no sense. My note on this one: "????? wtf wtf wtf EW also shined NO." As you can probably tell, the book was getting to me.

We all know how this goes. The bad writing distracted me from the, you know, actual story. (I probably missed a lot of it, which is what bad writing does: it gets between you and what the writer is trying to convey.) The pacing, already flawed, entirely stopped carrying me. I reached the point where I was looking for things to do instead of reading, which is weird for me. I'd read a page, spend five minutes on twitter, and come back and realize I had no memory of what I'd read, also very weird for me.

I should have walked away. I didn't.

When I was done (so very done) with the book, I went to Goodreads and reviewed it. I have to either adore or truly despise a book to churn out a 3000-word review of it. Flight of the Silvers didn't seem worth that, so instead of detailing all my problems with it, I wrote a description of what reading it felt like to me. The word "boobs" is featured very heavily. And that was it. Two people read my review, I think. No one really pays attention to that stuff.

All of this is textbook standard reader behavior. I bought a book, I read it, I didn't like it, I complained about it to my friends. And that should have been the end of it.

Except. Then Daniel Price read my review. And he got mad, which is totally understandable; someone slamming your work is always tough to swallow. (I'm going to guess that most authors know better than to read one-star reviews for this reason.) And then he decided to respond, which was probably not the best choice he could have made. His response makes me so embarrassed on his behalf that I've never read it all the way through; I get maybe a quarter of the way through skimming it and my brain just shuts down. But, basically, as far as I can tell, he was trying to be funny. He missed that mark for me, but maybe that was because I was, you know, writhing in secondhand embarrassment. Or maybe that's because I was his target rather than his audience. Hard to say.

And then a few of his fans got involved, which was inevitable -- they love his work, they saw him doing this, they assumed it was okay. (Guess how many comments it took before someone accused me of being his ex-girlfriend. GUESS.) He also started complaining about me on Twitter, which encouraged more of his followers to comment angrily on my review.

In response, I did a Dumb Thing (because not responding is the only way to deal with this stuff) and complained about this situation on Twitter myself, which meant that my friends started reading my review and Price's response. (This is how my review ended up the first one on the book's page on Goodreads. Authors, if you're looking for motivation not to get into it with a reviewer, there's a point to consider.) My friends also started searching through the other reviews. And noticing stuff. Several of them pointed out that while other reviewers complained about the boob fixation, Price only got publically mad at the lady who did. This may not be a coincidence.

The commenters on my review got personally insulting (remember, folks, it's not that you disagree with the reviewer, it's that the reviewer is a terrible person and a troll or simply a bitch) and kind of gross. I stopped visiting the page, which kept me from getting notifications about further comments. My friends kept on following them, though, so I got occasional updates on the situation. It apparently took Price a week or two to stop complaining about me on Twitter. (Or, I guess, for my friends to stop looking.) It took longer before his fans stopped insulting me on Goodreads. (If they ever have.)

And here's the thing: this is, by itself, a minor incident. But it isn't fun. It isn't how I want to interact with a community, or something I want to deal with. And I realized that using Goodreads meant accepting a chance of this kind of bullshit every time I posted a less than five-star review. There is a lot I like about Goodreads, but I am not that invested in reviewing in that space, not enough that it's actually worth being harassed by an author and his fans. So I finished my self-assigned challenge (rate the first 24 books I read this year) in February and started avoiding Goodreads again. I'll maybe try again next year. Who can say?

Is there a way to avoid this? I don't know. But Goodreads doesn't seem interested in trying. And, in the end, this part of the internet isn't important enough to me to wade through the sewage.

Wanted: a mostly sewageless place to review and discuss books.

(Also wanted, always wanted: recommendations for great books you've read lately.)
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If the thought of chocolate-covered strawberries does not at least faintly please, then go back to bed if you can.

Your jacket is in the car, we're pretty sure. Saturday was a bad knee day.

Clothes are laid out.

You can probably stuff the strawberries in a bag with paper towels or something? idk. Or take the big plate, it's okay if it accidentally gets broken.

If you get in early enough, sneak in to Purple's office and leave strawberries.

Do your hours as soon as you get in, if you're not rushing off to a meeting first.

D.O.P.-T.

Mar. 29th, 2015 09:41 pm[personal profile] weofodthignen
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We went to PETCO for dog fodder and there were fostered puppies outside the store. I got gnawed on and one attempted to eat the housemate's braids.

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Mar. 29th, 2015 11:24 pm[personal profile] snarp
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Relatedly, the other night I dreamed that Caliborn had created a creepy glitchy puppet-dimension with The Power Of His Artist Soul, populated by living cloth puppets of various characters/real people which did his bidding.

The puppets didn't necessarily like it, and maintained some character traits of the people they were formed after, but were definitely not those people and were not able to disobey Caliborn. Very few of the puppets were Homestuck characters - there was I think a Yukio Mishima one? And most of the SDR2 cast, which makes more sense.

But he did have a puppet version of Andrew Hussie. He had sex with the Hussie puppet.

me upon waking: ...the guy did pretty much bring this upon himself.

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Mar. 29th, 2015 11:21 pm[personal profile] snarp
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tfw you accidentally start shipping two characters in your ofic in ways that fuck up plot shit

"these are my own characters, I don't have to write them this way, I can alter their character traits -"

"NOT ANYMORE YOU CAN'T"
ysabetwordsmith: Victor Frankenstein in his fancy clothes (Frankenstein)
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls, inspired by discussion with [personal profile] dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "fever / delirium" square in my 11-25-14 card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest. It is posted here in trade for "Urgent Business" and related demifiction by [personal profile] dialecticdreamer. This is the middle of the triptych about the boys getting sick after the trot-line incident, so begin with "The Cold of the Winter."

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Not a good week. Nightmares and (almost entirely silent) meltdowns. Mostly panic over taxes and other money problems, though the fact that Curio isn't eating well doesn't help, nor does ongoing work stress, nor taxes.

On the other hand, I did (finally) go out and get the wood for the Maypole; it was a great deal more expensive than I expected, but... ok. Nobody has redwood, and nobody has cedar longer than 12'. N. suggested using a Christmas tree stand; that will probably work and has some distinct advantages. Like, not putting a hole in the lawn.

I wasted several hours yesterday and today booting up (or trying to) several different old computers, because my laptop is in poor shape. I'll take it in for service on Tuesday. Also wasted a lot of time and spoons fighting with the mac mini. MacOS is almost unusable as of Yosemite; they even turn off scrollbars by default! IDIOTS! Back to using the laptop today, because I decided to do a thorough backup before taking it in. So far it seems to be behaving itself.

Also wasted a great deal of time looking for tax info, which I was too careless and/or stupid to keep track of. That's looking to be another nightmare, what with selling the Starport.

At least the Honda has its mirror and is otherwise working pretty well; service came in well north of two grand, which is about what I expected. They didn't fix the bumper -- I'll probably have to go to a body shop for that. Unless I can fix it myself, which isn't impossible. I think all it's going to need is a few whacks with a deadblow hammer.

My mood hasn't been improved much by getting unfriended over a FB post. Wouldn't mind much except that I liked the person in question, but her posts have been getting more stridently conservative lately, and I'd been getting more and more uncomfortable reading them. My post was a re-share of the link she'd shared and agreed with, with my comment:

Re: Superintendent Stands Up In A Big Way For Principal Facing Atheist Backlash This has attracted a lot of highly predictable agreement from conservative Christians. Ask yourselves this -- would it still be ok if the principal had been quoting from the Koran? How about the Satanic Bible? Do you imagine, even for a moment, that he would still have his job in that case? Because what you would think about that is *exactly* what an atheist thinks about his bible quotes.

Well?

I'll admit that the second paragraph is a bit gratuitously confrontational, but I don't think it's out of line considering the article and the massively approving reactions it got from the original poster and her friends. *sigh*

Looks like I won't be going to Indiana for a while, either.

Links in the notes, as usual.

raw notes, with links )
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A while back we got to wondering if a favorite dessert, bread pudding, also came in a savory version. It does. Alas, most of what I found online did not sound very appetizing. I poked around until I found something usable as inspiration. Then we experimented for a while. We quickly discovered that this kind of cooking lends itself well to algorithm rather than recipe mode. So here it is ...

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I joined Pinterest, so I could test RSS parsing from it, and make sure I was seeing the right results.

It asked me whether I was male or female, and my age.

And then suggested some possible interests:


I'm not sure whether I should be offended or amused...
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An extremely serious work of Neprezi for blurds/eptified.

NEPETA: :33 < the pouncellor rolls to seduce the dragon!

VRISKA: Not this again!

TEREZI: OK4Y F1N3

TEREZI: BUT W3 H4V3 T4LK3D 4BOUT TH1S

TEREZI: 4BOUT HOW 1F TH3 POUNC3LLOR ROLLS TO S3DUC3 TH1NGS 1T 1S OUT OF CH4R4CT3R FOR H3R TO ROLL TO S3DUC3 TH3N SH3 G3TS 4 P3N4LTY TO S41D ROLL 3QU4L 3X4CTLY TO TH3 V4LU3 OF TH3 ROLL?

NEPETA: :33 < yeah but you're making that rule up!

ROSE: Alas, it is in the rule book.

TEREZI: 4LL 1’M S4Y1NG 1S, 1F YOU W4NT TO S3DUC3 TH3 DR4GON, YOU H4V3 TO 4CTU4LLY ROL3-PL4Y 1T! TH3 POUNC3LLOR 4ND H3R P4RTY H4V3 B33N PURSU1NG TH3 W1LY DR4GON WHO S4T ON TH3 C1TY OF LL4NKHM3OWR FOR M4NY LONG MONTHS NOW, SURV1V3D COUNTL3SS TR4PS 4ND T4UNTS! TH3 DR4GON H4S 3V3N STOL3N 4W4Y (4ND P4RT14LLY-34T3N) TH3 PR1NC3SS TO WHOM TH3 POUNC3LLOR H4S SWORN H3R LOY4LTY FOR 4LL T1M3!

TEREZI: T3LL M3, POUNC3LLOR - DO YOU R34LLY W1SH TO 3ND YOUR LONG STRUGGL3 4G41NST TH1S M4J3ST1C B34ST W1TH 4 JOK1NG “ROLL TO S3DUC3?”

VRISKA: Yeah, can we please quit screwing around and get something done, for once????????

NEPETA: :33 < ...all right, then! i WILL role-play it! the pouncellor will seduce her old rival with the very fiercest of furvor!

TEREZI: NOW TH4T 1S WH4T 1 L1K3 TO H34R!

VRISKA: Oh, my god.

TEREZI: SO: HOW W1LL TH3 POUNC3LLOR PL4Y TH1S? 1 R3M1ND H3R TH4T H3R R3L4T1ONSH1P W1TH TH3 K1DN4PP3D C4TK1N PR1NC3SS (PL4Y3D BY 4 C3RT41N 4BS3NT NON-F3L1NO1D PR1NC3SS WHO H4S UNW1S3LY SK1PP3D TH3 P4ST TWO S3SS1ONS) W4S V3RG1NG ON TH3 BL4CK B3FOR3 TH3 DR4GON C4RR13D H3R 4W4Y TO H3R L41R!

TEREZI: W1LL TH3 POUNC3LLOR M3R3LY TOY W1TH TH3 DR4GON'S BL4CK 4FF3CT1ONS WH1L3 R3M41N1NG LOY4L TO TH3 PR1NC3SS? OR 4R3 H3R F33L1NGS FOR TH3 B34ST G3NU1N3?

VRISKA: Oh my godddddddd...

NEPETA: :33 < hmm... rose, can your guy shapeshift me?

ROSE: Given a live sacrifice of appropriate “narrative weight,” the wizard *could* transform the pouncellor into a dragon. However, he is willing to take so drastic a step only for the sake of true hate or love - not merely to avoid a confrontation.

TEREZI: LOOKS L1K3 YOU'LL N33D TO B34T BOTH TH3 W1Z4RD *4ND* TH3 DR4GON'S P3RC3PT1ON CH3CKS 1F TH3 POUNC3LLOR 1NT3NDS TO TR1FL3 W1TH TH3 B34ST’S STR4NG3 BLOODL3SS H34RT! 1S TH3 LOY4L 4DV1S3R TO TH3 QU33N OF TH3 C4TK1N D3V1OUS 3NOUGH TO D3C31V3 3V3N H3R FR13NDS 1N SUCH 4 W4Y?

NEPETA: :33 < the pouncellor’s intentions are pure! it is her heartfelt intention to capture the dragon’s bloodpusher, which i assume is in a box somewhere nearby, and carve her name into it!

TEREZI: THE DR4GON WOULD B3 D33PLY MOV3D COULD SH3 H34R TH1S!

NEPETA: :33 < - but the dragon did kidnap the princess, so maybe the shape-shift step isn’t even necessary? i don't know, how big actually is the dragon?

TEREZI: 4NT1C1P4T1NG SUCH 4 CONC3RN, 1 H4V3 PR3P4R3D 4 D3T41L3D 1M4G3 SHOW1NG SC4L3

VRISKA: OH MY GOD I AM LEAVING

ROSE: The wizard is fully prepared to sacrifice the Marquise for this scheme. Or really, pretty much any scheme.

VRISKA: The HELL he will!!!!!!!!

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