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([personal profile] jhetley Sep. 21st, 2017 11:36 am)

Asters and goldenrod, goldenrod and asters, with patches of chicory. I may have seen a late-blooming St. Johns-wort or yellow loosestrife.

Roadkill limited to a chipmunk, one gray squirrel, and a fall warbler that won't make the migration.

Windy, cool, got out on the bike. Did not die. Ride takes me to 1100 miles for the year.

15.27 miles, 1:16:15

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([personal profile] semperfiona Sep. 21st, 2017 09:47 am)
Words that might be used for the current occupant of the White House, without invoking looksism, ageism, sizeism, sexism, ableism or ethnic slurs. Even if the very sight of his face or sound of his voice makes me cringe and shudder.

Boor
Ignorant
Pig-ignorant
Ignoramus
Bombastic
Reckless
Bull in a china shop
White supremacist
Would-be dictator
Chickenhawk
Coward
Hater
Self-absorbed
Solipsist
Fascist
Deplorable
Despicable
Reprehensible
Thoughtless
Wrongheaded
Mercenary (adj)
Imperialist
Colonialist
Capitalist pig-dog
Thin-skinned
Calamity
Disaster
Irresponsible
Soulless
Traitor
Unamerican
Racist
Sexist
Sexual predator
Sexual harasser
Cheater
Adulterer
Defaulter
Failure
Bankrupt
Incompetent
Liar
Misogynist
Pusillanimous
Belligerent
Bully
Unethical
Unjust

I'm avoiding "Immoral", although I believe it applies, because definitions differ among subcultures. I think he's immoral according to any definition I've ever heard, but one doesn't want to spend good insult time arguing over the definitions of the insults.

If you're willing to use profanity...
Asshole
Fuckhead
Douchebag (Yes some people think this term is sexist. I disagree, but if you do, then don't use it)
The trouble with these is their imprecision and general applicability to quite a lot of people. I mean, "asshole" might be that guy that just cut me off in traffic. That's several orders of magnitude less assholish than That Guy I Did Not Vote For.
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([personal profile] wolfpurplemoon posting in [community profile] childfree Sep. 21st, 2017 03:37 pm)
A documentary about choosing to be childfree in a culture where motherhood feels mandatory.

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([personal profile] jhetley Sep. 21st, 2017 08:48 am)

Hope the "America First" crew will remember that Puerto Rico is America.


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([personal profile] jhetley Sep. 21st, 2017 07:57 am)

Air temperature 60 F, dew point 52, wind north about 10 mph, scattered clouds for the newspaper walk. Bike ride scheduled.

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([personal profile] tielan Sep. 21st, 2017 08:32 pm)
One assignment, one pinch-hit.

The recip for my assignment hasn't responded to any of her recent gifts, either comment or kudos, so while I think it's kind of rude not to say thank you, at least it's not personal.
Title: as the wyrm turns
Fandom
: Merlin
Characters: Merlin, Gwen
Relationships: Merlin & Gwen
Rating: G
Summary: Magic had laws. His mother had been a lecturer of physics at Oxford for years before her sciatica made the constant standing an agony. Hunith had been the one to teach Merlin that all energy came from somewhere, that there was nothing new under the sun, and that every action had an equal and opposite reaction. She’d also been the one to observe that her son’s abilities and gifts followed those rules...most of the time.
I actually wanted to write a whole lot more to this - Arthur and Morgana and Merlin and Gwen all sitting down to dinner and having a conversation about magic and what it means in the world...

My second genex was a PH I picked up because I liked the recip, and because I could. It's not as brilliant as I'd envisioned it in my head (sometimes your brain does this, you know? And then it's not quite as magnificent as you thought it would be).
Title: stars of hope in dark despair
Fandom
: Rogue One
Characters: Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, Luke Skywalker
Relationships: Chirrut Îmwe & Luke Skywalker, Chirrut Îmwe/Baze Malbus (background)
Rating: G
Summary: There’s no palm trees, no sand, no watery inlets, no tower – not anymore. Yet Chirrut knows exactly where he is. He can feel it – hope and success in the midst of death and destruction – that this was both the ending and the beginning, like the tale of an ancient snake who endlessly swallowed its tail to represent time unending...
I've had an idea for the story from Luke's POV for some time, and after writing this, I have ides for more Chirrut-and-Baze backstory, but the issue of time and hijacked brain is big right now...

And a recent Captain Hill snippet:
Title: Office Gossip
Fandom
: MCU
Characters: Steve Rogers, Cameron Klein
Relationships: Maria Hill/Steve Rogers
Rating: PG
Summary: “So, I heard that Commander Hill is seeing someone.”

Steve looks sharply up from the missions Maria gave him to sign off. Then he remembers that the person Maria is seeing is him.
This was a snippet that sprang from another fic I wrote a while back - 'go down with your shield or come back upon it' - which featured Steve and Maria negotiating their relationship.

This one was...kind of fun. And silly. But fun, too.
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([personal profile] ysabetwordsmith Sep. 21st, 2017 03:47 am)
 ... is not new, is more solid than ever, but people still aren't listening.
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([personal profile] callibr8 Sep. 21st, 2017 01:31 am)
Having spent half of the days this month, hundreds of miles south of where I've lived for the past decade, I am celebrating the fact that tomorrow's perambulations will be taking place only in the 980xx group of zip codes.

Simple pleasures, for the win!
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([personal profile] queenlua Sep. 21st, 2017 01:08 am)
I don't often read 50's era scifi nowadays—not because I hate it or anything. But, it tends toward hard science where I prefer softy goopy anthropological scifi, and it tends toward pulp and space opera when I'm more into artsy and earthy things. Moreover, its themes tend toward things that can feel strikingly archaic nowadays. Endless Cold War-era brooding of superpower stand-offs feel faintly quaint in a post-Soviet world where nuclear concerns are more diffuse, and tangled, and unpredictable and tenuous.

A Canticle for Leibowitz is absolutely 50's-era scifi, but very much unlike the rest. It's only called scifi because there's not another classification that really fits—"alternate history" maybe? There's no space opera here, just monks hanging out in abbeys, and even though it is basically the Cold War scenario—"what if nuclear holocaust"—its take is surprisingly fresh, even a half-century after its publication.

The book's divided into three sections, each six hundred years apart, starting six hundred years after The Big Nuclear Apocalypse. Christianity survives, but just barely, and a tiny order of monks out in the Utah desert have been busily preserving what few scraps of writing and civilization remain.

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([personal profile] oursin Sep. 21st, 2017 08:49 am)
Happy birthday, [personal profile] italiceyeball!

Maurice, though by now clothed, and in his right mind, lay on the bed with an arm across his eyes. This really would not do.

Once was something that could happen. Twice was – cause for perturbation. It was no longer the gratification of a passing inclination.

Why had MacDonald kissed him before leaving? Lightly, affectionately, as if they were devoted lovers facing a brief parting? It made no sense at all.

He heard several fellows come up the stairs: one, from the tittering, was Chumbell, and one – oh dear, that was Basil’s great honking laugh – and that voice that had so recently been whispering in his ear, soft words that he dared say were Scots for he did not understand them, only that from the tone, they were endearments and not the filth that some fellows liked to talk at such times – saying, oh, sure they will show the things to English milords for a little recompense – what, you have never been so far as Naples –

Basil was saying something about his desire to go to Greece - though Maurice confided that Basil liked his comforts entirely too much to undertake such a journey – and MacDonald remarked upon the very notable Greek influences in the Two Sicilies.

Oh, he would become a prime favourite in the club at the rate he was going, damn his eyes.

- you have not seen the Bexbury Bequest at the Museum? Sure, 'tis not on open display, save for a chaste vase or so, but 'tis entire possible for those of the cognoscenti to go examine the late Marquess’ very fine collections.

Chumbell was quite squeaking with excitement.

And then they were standing by the large canvas on the corridor wall just outside the door, and Chumbell murmuring about accuracy and Basil making claims for the need to make a telling composition - would they never go so that he might escape?

At length he heard them – after a deal of expatiation on various paintings – go back down the stairs. He stood up, tidied himself, smoothed down his hair yet again, and peeped out of the door to ensure that there were no onlookers.

He descended the stairs and nearly ran into Sir Stockwell. Ah, Allard, he said – he always manifested the very good ton of addressing Maurice as quite his equal, and not a fellow that he had once been wont to have for a guinea a time, when they were both younger. Come and take port with me.

Maurice had been greatly looking forward to a glass of gin – port was just not the same – but did not protest.

They went into Sir Stockwell’s private office. There was port already on the table. He motioned Maurice into a chair.

Well, he said, I am most exceeding grateful that we have prevailed upon MacDonald to join our number –

Maurice sipped his port and raised his eyebrows.

- but I confide Sir Hartley was quite right that 'twould have been premature to invite him any earlier, 'twas the proper thing to respect his mourning for Lord Raxdell. I was a little concerned about how Saythingport might vote –

Not Colonel Adams?

Adams will think any fellow that can argue about Alexander’s Greeks that settled among the Afghans and discourse on Hindu religion is a fine fellow. But I brought Saythingport to see the prudence of having a fellow so noted for sounding out mysteries among us – for sometimes we have matters we should desire to investigate but can hardly employ some private inquiry agent. I was very careful to choose an occasion when Mysell-Monting could not join us.

Maurice smiled and said he was surprised that Sir Stockwell had not joined the Diplomatic rather than the Admiralty.

But indeed, went on Sir Stockwell, I had a most particular concern of my own. He cleared his throat. I daresay, he said, that my wife will be coming to be dressed by you again, following this scandal of the silly women that were beguiled by an imposter that was neither French nor even a real dressmaker –

I should naturally be delighted, said Maurice, though I confide that she will go wherever Lady Trembourne does, and she, alas, is no patron of mine.

Frightful woman, said Sir Stockwell, if she were my wife – but that fool Trembourne quite grovels at her feet – but does my wife come to your establishment –

(Surely Sir Stockwell was not leading up to being granted very favourable terms when the bills for dressing his lady were made up?)

- I am in some suspicion that she has taken a lover. While she is at least so discreet in the matter that I have no definite knowledge as yet, is it so I should very much like to know who he is. Should not like her beguiled by some seducing rogue or brought into scandal. For indeed one would very much dislike to have to come to a crim.con. action.

Does you entire credit, said Maurice. Even does she not come to me, I daresay there may be ladies in the secret that may be persuaded to a little gossip.

Excellent, my dear fellow. He clapped Maurice heartily on the shoulder. Fellows such as we are well-advized to keep beforehand of matters.

Next morn, Maurice called in Miss Coggin to ask had they ever dressed Lady Sarah Channery, for his memory failed him in the matter.

Miss Coggin gave a loud and vulgar snort, and said, I daresay you would hardly have noticed her, for she ever came with Lady Trembourne, and even though she is better-born, one would have supposed her some poor relation or hired companion. And she is somewhat of the same style of looks –

Ah yes, now I recollect. Never required use of the discreet chamber?

Indeed not. A pathetic creature.

Maurice went to look over the books to see what further information on her patronage he might glean, and was about the task when he heard somebody mounting the back stairway with the clunking of a cane.

He looked out of the doorway. Biddy! he cried, jumping up and going to extend his arm to aid her ascent. Kissing her upon the cheek when she was panting at the top, he said, but sure we did not expect a visit from you. Here, come sit down and I will send for tea.

Biddy sat wheezing for a little while, and then said, came up to lay flowers on dear Thomasina’s grave, and do a little shopping for such matters as Worthing cannot provide. And I went take tea yesterday with dear Tibby, and sure I had heard nothing down by the seaside of this trouble you had been having.

Fie, did not wish bother you with it, the imposture is discovered, we have a deal of business on hand as a result –

I see what it is, you were ever a good thoughtful boy, did not want me to worry, bore it all on your own shoulders -

Did not so, he protested, opened the matter to Lady Bexbury –

There’s my clever boy!

- that quite entirely came at the imposture. But indeed, he said, sitting down and handing her a cup of tea, know not how I might have contrived without her intervention.

Has ever been a good friend to us, said Biddy. And her kindness to dear Thomasina – why, 'twas not even, la, can you no longer work I will go find some almshouse where you may reside so that you need not go upon the parish, no, 'twas keep her in the household among familiar faces, able advize Sophy, the best of everything. She dabbed at her eyes with a lacy handkerchief. O, sure she had savings put by, but in her state of health –

She had a good friend in you, said Maurice. And now, are you here, I should desire open to you some of my thoughts for the gowns for the coming Season, and the ladies that are coming here.

Biddy protested that sure, she was quite out of Town and knowledge of the latest styles, but Maurice confided that even did she not read scandal, she read the pages in the papers on matters of fashion more religiously than her Bible.

Just took this back to the library, so I want to mention it before it drops out of my short-term memory. An excellent book, or as [personal profile] jaeleslie put it, "Theodora Goss is a fucking genius."

It starts in London with Mary Jekyll, mixes in mysteries (is Dr. Jekyll still alive?), suitably dismal nuns (caring for Mary's half-sister, Diana Hyde), adds in a bit of Holmes and Watson (on their way to another gruesome murder scene), further explores what Dr. Jekyll was trying to do (oh, and he was an alchemist, and they had this alchemist's society), and goes on from there.

It's not just one girl's quest for anything, though: there's the mystery of whether Mary & Diana's father is still alive. Mary tries to hire Sherlock Holmes for the task. There are other interesting people that they meet, especially the women. There is some science involved, and sexism (c'mon, it's the Victorians). A bunch of nuns trying to teach poor women some work skills to save them from sin, in suitably dreary conditions. And a couple of ghastly murders occur, too.

If this sounds anything like your cup of tea, READ THIS BOOK. Like Jae said: Theodora Goss is a fucking genius.
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([personal profile] cmdr_zoom Sep. 20th, 2017 10:52 pm)
I've just become aware of a new (~10 years old) Christmas marketing gimmick "tradition", the Elf on the Shelf.
My first reaction - and it seems, from some of the articles I've found, I'm not alone - was:
"It's never too early to start indoctrinating your children to accept our post-privacy world of omnisurveillance."
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([personal profile] egret Sep. 21st, 2017 01:11 am)
Finally watched Rogue One on Netflix. 

So was that meant to be a cliche-filled thinly written action flick? I felt like it was fight fight fight something the force oh look space fight fight fight quips robots pew pew fight. It looks like reviews were generally good so I guess it's just me.

I am much more of a Star Trek person although I LOVED Return of the Jedi and have seen most of the Star Wars films and in high school I wrote fanfic set on the Wookie planet. The Wookies were my favorites. I would watch a whole Wookie movie. It is probably the closest I get to furry interests. 

It was nice to see Diego Luna. 



Family Stories
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 5 of 6 (working)
word count (story only): 1189


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this is a Finn family story which includes Shiv, Boss White and the Ebonies and Ivories. ::


back to part four
to the Finn Family index
on to part six





Watching the older blond, Shiv asked. “Why are you doing it that way? Isn't that babyish?”

“Am I babyish?” Heron deliberately cocked an eyebrow at his host. “One of my housemates in my freshman year was a fantastic cook, but another one could burn salad. Making a recipe this way was easier on her brain, so she could actually concentrate on the cooking part of things instead of just spending all her energy to read the print, which was one reason why she kept confusing steps.” He ticked his thumb against his fingers, then sighed. “Okay, we'll need some baking soda out of the fridge, but you don't have flour, baking powder, or cream of tartar. They're likely to be downstairs in the main kitchen.”
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([personal profile] archangelbeth Sep. 20th, 2017 11:50 pm)
Did long drive.

Missed the exit on the way back and went the long way home. -_-
I hate driving at night.

*thud*

Havva Quote
f___ has started something called Norsemen, which she thought was going to be like Vikings--which she has at least heard about, and appears to be of the Tits & Scowling Historical subgenre--but this seems rather like...wry comedy, so far? Huh.
arcangel [to f___]: Huh!
f___ says, “A cheery Viking is giving a little pep talk and introduction about getitng to Norway to the crew on his ship.”
f___ | "We won't get paid? We... I feel the flow of information on this ship is extremely arbitrary. And that's totally uncalled for, when we're so crammed together in such a small craft. I didn't know until yesterday that we were even going to Norway!"
arcangel [to f___]: Heehee
E•••• hee.
f___ e says, “Dude saying that just got punched.”
-----------------------Quoted by f___-----------------------
A moment later, at the prow of the boat:
"Do you think that was a bit much?"
"No, no, you're the chieftain, it's expected that you're a bit, uh, like that when you're in charge."
"It's just that a fear-based leadership style is... It doesn't feel right."
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I–– giggles.
f___ says, “There is a very comic scene happening involving a series of old men who are supposed to do a ritual where they leap to their deaths, and are feeling a little uncertain about it after the first guy went, while the guy leading them tries to urge them on.”
arcangel giggles
-----------------------Quoted by f___-----------------------
"Maybe I don't want to jump."
"Come on, guys, go, go do it."
"It's not my sort of thing!"
"Okay, well, I'm a slave, I can't make you do anything you don't want to do, but, uh... Could you please just stay from Nordheim? So that people don't understand that you didn't do the aettestup?"
"Of course, no problem!"
"Great, thank you, wonderful. Bye!"
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arcangel heehee
f___ says, “This is bizarrely hilarious.”
f___ says, “A viking is trying to figure out if it's a little pathetic that he's still pillaging and hasn't settled down with a wife and land like his peers.”
f___ says, “The thing that makes it /bizarrely/ hilarious is that this is all being done with meticulous costuming, sets, landscapes, music, and good camera work.”
--I love the "livetweets" of what people're watching on the MUSH


INwatch+Bookwatch )

Dragons under fold )
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([personal profile] lovelyangel Sep. 20th, 2017 08:40 pm)
Jigen and Lupin
Jigen and Lupin
Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro

Last night I saw Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro at Century Theatres. I never tire of this masterpiece! Before the movie, a short and wonderful interview with Pixar’s John Lasseter was presented. He gushed about the art and craftsmanship of the movie – and the movie’s influence on his own career. After the movie another interview short was shown – this one featuring Monkey Punch (the original manga artist/writer) and two of the movie’s animators.

Inbetween was the movie itself – always fun, always amazing – and gorgeous on the big screen. I may never get to see this movie in a theater again. I’m so glad I have it on Blu-ray at home.

A fabulous two hours passed quickly, and I left the theater with a big smile on my face. (And tonight I’m treating myself to revisiting the soundtrack in my iTunes library.)
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([personal profile] chanter_greenie Sep. 20th, 2017 08:57 pm)
This fic has been sponsored by [personal profile] fyreharper. As a note to readers, the half-price sale I had running has now ended.

Modulation )

Notes talk below the speakers, pun alert:

*Carlos is speaking and thinking in Brazilian Portuguese, as well as speaking Dutch. Caryn is at least trying to speak Dutch. Translations:

We komen uit Canada. Wij kunnen u helpen.: We're from Canada. We can help you.

Um, dois, três: one, two, three

Jij bent--: You are--

E agora: and now

*Coyote is a term for people smugglers of the far less scrupulous kind.
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