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I ask Beatrice for help with Duolingo

Dec. 21st, 2014 11:23 pm
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Duolingo: "Ich habe eine große Katze."
Me: "Is that correct, Beatrice? Ich habe eine große Katze?"
Me: *types the translation: I have a big cat.*

Me: "Kennst du daß, Beatrice? Daß ich habe eine große Katze? Du bist meine große Katze!"

Beatrice, sitting across the room with her back to me, continues ignoring me.
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[personal profile] shipwreck_light asked lots of things!

Awesome/gross things the wee one has done
I can't think of any particularly gross things, just the usual diaper blowouts and spitting up on everything. Oh, and when she had that cold and everything I wore had snot on it.

Your biggest writing influences
1. Nina Kiriki Hoffman
2. Diana Wynne Jones
3. Neil Gaiman
4. Madeleine L'Engle
5. Douglas Adams

What you are/aren't serving for holiday dinners
Well, we're doing a roast because they're pretty easy to source inexpensively and because [personal profile] p_cocincinus doesn't like ham. So what we're not doing is ham.

[personal profile] heliager asked lots of things too!

Books that changed your life.
Where the Wild Things Are, The Monster at the End of This Book, Maniac Magee, The Girl With the Silver Eyes, Wrinkle In Time, The Thread That Binds the Bones, James Robinson's Starman

Trips you would love to take.
Assuming I had the ability to teleport or otherwise travel quickly without setting off vertigo/migraines? I'd like to visit the Philippines again, and tour Asia. I'm looking forward to taking Cori to Disneyland when she's older. And we've been talking about touring the national parks in a camper...

What has surprised you the most about being a parent?
How my sleeping has adjusted. I've always been a dead-to-the-world sleeper, and I was worried I'd sleep through the baby crying or something. But Chase tells me that when I don't think they're home, or for whatever reason believe I'm 'in charge' of the baby, I wake up on a dime. But if they're there with the baby? Still dead to the world.

Also I am always surprised that I seem to be managing it.

Holiday Cleaning

Dec. 21st, 2014 11:56 am
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Hi everyone,

I won't actually be home for the holidays to come, but today is a good day brainwise, and I want to have it nice around here for the two days I'll still be here. And I'll try for that goal I haven't reached once yet: coming home to a nice, welcoming place instead of one where last-minute laundry, packing and searching-for-whatever have left the place in chaos.

So far I've started the second-to-last load of laundry before I leave (I hope), did some picking up and started cleaning the kitchen. I mostly do 15 minutes of work, 15 minutes of rest because my health is not too great and I don't want to burn out.

Anyone who wants to join in is very welcome to do so! I guess most of you aren't going to see this for a while, timezones being what they are, but I'll be around all day.

*cheers all of us*

Icon Day 06

Dec. 21st, 2014 09:59 am
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I'm just signal boosting [personal profile] itsamellama's Icon Day 06. I took part a previous icon day of hers and I got the icon I'm using here (of Gen from the Queen's Thief) and I also got a bigger picture of him (below) because I tipped.





If you like her style I'd say it was well worth popping over and requesting an icon.

Blessed Solstice!

Dec. 21st, 2014 08:17 pm
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20141214 Sunset 6 HDR

The sun has just set on the longest day of the year, so I'd like to wish a blessed solstice to all those that celebrate it.

omg, this cat.

Dec. 21st, 2014 04:10 am
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We keep the cat treats in a locked Ikea cabinet in my office -- it's a two-drawer cabinet, like this but stacked on top of each other instead of side by side. Ginny loves those damn treats; she comes running every time the cabinet gets opened, even if it's me opening the top drawer (where I keep my snacks) instead of the bottom drawer (where the cat treats, among other things, are).

I just caught her standing in front of the cabinet with her teeth on the key trying to turn it.

Our cat has figured out that keys open doors.
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If you are bundled up warmly, stomach full of hot food and hot coffee, with a dog at your side who is enjoying the hell out of all the sniffy things he can reach, and you know that you are going home very shortly to a nice warm cheerful apartment where there are more hot drinks available, a bit of cold (well, California cold) drizzle on your face is almost refreshing and definitely not a big deal.

If you are dressed in thin short-sleeved clothes such that you are already cold and shivering, and you are alone, and you have nowhere to go for shelter, a bit of cold drizzle can be not just miserable, but catastrophic beyond your ability to cope.

Physically, today, I experienced the first; it started drizzling but the worst that happened is my glasses got a bit kaleidoscopic from the drops of water.

Metaphorically, lately -- today and yesterday and for the past while and I don't think it's going to be any time soon -- I've been having the latter going on. I'm having problems sleeping, I'm having constant pain of varying types, I can't cope, I'm having problems with my aides, I am spending most of my emotional energy trying (not always successfully) not to hate myself, I keep running into reminders of my limitations, and so any little thing is likely to send me into a tailspin of sobbing miserable woe.

(I feel like inside me, my emotional landscape, is made up of broken jagged shards of glass, some areas fragile like they want to shatter further if anything so much as looks at them, most areas sharp and lethal and full of pointy bits and sharp edges that hunger for blood.)

Sunday 21/12/2014

Dec. 21st, 2014 09:33 am
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1) Last night I slept in fresh bedlinen <3

2) I'm going to the seashore this afternoon. Never mind I won't be seeing any sun, the sea is always beautiful.

3)  I don't have to make dinner.

"Day is done, gone the sun"

Dec. 21st, 2014 12:20 am
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COME BACK SUN ALL IS FORGIVEN

That's about all I've got in me for solstice vigil and ceremony. Are the dark days always so very very dark? It seems really awful this year. (Emotionally and psychologically, I mean. The weather's actually not been too bad.)

But we made it through to the turning of the year. January will be no worse than December, and then February will be terrible but short, with improbable frost-defying buds on the trees--I always fear for the magnolias, and they always come through just fine--and then spring spring spring.

hi its me

Dec. 21st, 2014 12:20 am
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[personal profile] haertstitch
so far so good

went to the fire hall
and found he'd gotten done
what he'd forgotten.
got to the post office
and we fed the car.

i couldn't leave the lady outside
so she's protected .. and decorated
our protected lady
more pictures at flickr of course.

been having way too much doing this

our protected lady

looks like M being a veteran
he was in during vietnam. on the first atomic enterprise
might get some help from the va
being 2 hours away from the hospital
he doesn't have to go all the way down there

really hope we get help

just the letter has helped him feel better

yea

sweet dreams world
time for some sleep

hugs to everyone
virtually
smile

omf

Dec. 20th, 2014 10:23 pm
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Well, my mum's lefse was like, this close to being a big, huge, hilarious disaster. I went to go help her cook it around 6pm, to find that she had used a different recipe, which she got from like, Mars or something. I don't know. But whoever wrote it was clearly on crack, and had decided that two cups of flour for ten pounds of potatoes was enough. Basically what she had was really sticky mashed potatoes. What it's supposed to be, according to the recipe that my grandmother uses, which was passed down through the family and was used during the Black Hills gold rush, because it's that fucking old, is sticky dough. But it's the kind of recipe that my mum hates, because there are no absolute measurements. You take your mashed potatoes, add some milk, let it chill so you can put your hands in it, and then continue to add flour until you can knead it like dough, and then add a little bit more for good measure. I had my grandmother write it down for me once, and that's more or less what she put on the card for me.

Mum didn't like that, so I spent about an hour fixing her sticky mess before we were even able to start rolling it out. We did not finish cooking it until after 10pm. I am so done. Ten pounds of fucking potatoes. And then it didn't even cook right because she used her Martian recipe and put butter in it. Seriously, I'd love to see how this person manages to roll out their sticky mashed potato mess, because there was no fucking way.
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The Snowdrop )

Adam's girlfriend Christine came over Saturday morning to drop off his Chanukah present -- she adopted a manatee for him -- and stayed to watch The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug in case she decides to come see The Battle of the Five Armies with us when we go next week (yeah, you can tell I'm in a real rush). So we hung out with them for a while, ate lunch, then went to retrieve Daniel from College Park after he finished his last final.

Since we had both kids home and hadn't made any plans because we weren't sure when Daniel would be finished, we decided to go see Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb. While not the most inspired installment in the franchise, it has three moments that make it worth seeing even if you're not nostalgic for the cast or premise: one involving an Escher painting, one extended Jewish joke, and one Sir Lancelot sequence with the BEST CAMEO EVER!

Since the movie didn't end till after 8 p.m., we were all hungry and stopped at California Tortilla for dinner -- I had a birthday coupon for a free burrito anyway, and neither of our kids had been in ages since the one in College Park has closed. We came home to the shocking news that Washington had beaten the Eagles! Now we are watching SNL (for Amy Adams, not One Direction)! Here are random winter scenes, some of which you may already have seen on Facebook:


Chanukah Week )

Prompt call please?

Dec. 20th, 2014 11:53 pm
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 Hey, so I've been having trouble coming up with stuff to write since NaNo ended. If anyone would like to leave me prompts, I'd appreciate it. I have a prompt call on my journal here. Thank you ^_^

2014-12-21

Dec. 20th, 2014 11:11 pm

The Last Post (of the night)

Dec. 20th, 2014 07:57 pm
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So: the persimmon bread is decanted, and the sourdough is done. I have peeled back the skin from the lower half of the pork joint (this pig really does now have wings) and slathered the exposed meat with a marinade of onion and garlic and rosemary and fennel seed and chilli flakes and salt and pepper; that's all clingfilmed over and will sit all night, before being flipped over to lie skin-side up on a bed of rosemary sprigs and mead, where it will roast very slowly for hours'n'hours. Oh, and I also sharpened my big knife in order to score the skin through and through, for crispy crunchy purposes; even very good knives need a bit of maintenance now and then.

Oh, and speaking of crispy crunchy, I addressed the pig's head with a kettleful of boiling water, in the way that the Chinese do with ducks, in hopes of crisping that up also. And speaking of Chinese, I think I might rub the skin over with five-spice powder in the morning, just to see what comes of it. If I have any five-spice powder. Hmm... *checks* Yup. Not much, mind - but I won't need much. Just about that much.

Meanwhile, Karen has taken pity on me and/or despaired of getting anything useful out of me tonight, and has ordered pizza. I nearly had an attack of the Sheldons - "But it's not Friday! We have pizza on Fridays!" - but resisted manfully, on account of being too weary to be obnoxious, if you can believe it.

Part Two.

Dec. 21st, 2014 02:35 pm
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I just had to go outside for a while to get away from Peggy Sue who was having opinions about whether or not I was paying her enough attention. Also, I think she might be deaf. Foo is still mostly in hiding, when I'm nearby she comes out to say hi and get patted, but she clearly needs her safe space.

I have been musing on the possibility of going to a carol service tonight, but it is quite hot out there.

I suspect it will be a last minute decision, determined by whether I am more concerned to get out from under the paw of a cat who has realised there is a human for the asking, or more concerned that if I leave the two cats alone with each other they'll fight and/or burn down the house.

Eppur si muove

Dec. 20th, 2014 07:17 pm
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[personal profile] desperance
I will probably be too busy/distracted to catch the moment, but for those of you able and interested to pay attention, the actual solstice occurs tomorrow at 3.03pm our time, as the northern hemisphere begins its slow grudging trudge towards a distant summer. There is insufficient difference here in California in the length of days, but even so the occasion should be marked. And remarked upon. 3.03, people. (When I was a kid, that was a rifle. There must be some allusion to be drawn between spinning and rifling and so forth, but I'm too tired to do all the work around here.)
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Confession time: my favorite hero of all---when he's done RIGHT, which is rarely---is the most primal one of all: Superman.


And no one's captured what made Superman worth all the attention than Grant Morrison (aided by spectacular art) in this paen to seventy-five years of a hero who's essence is...


Hope.


Read more... )

rysmiel visit

Dec. 20th, 2014 07:08 pm
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[livejournal.com profile] cattitude and I just had [personal profile] rysmiel visiting for a few days; they got here Tuesday evening, and I walked them to the airport bus stop at about 4:00 this afternoon. (Yes, that's a red-eye flight east; I probably wouldn't have suggested it, but the advantage was an extra half day together relative to the alternative early morning departure.)

This was a low-key visit; we mostly just wanted to spend time together, rather than do any sort of tourist stuff. We talked some about Velma and missing her, but there was less sadness there than I had half-expected. Velma and rysmiel liked each other, and had been getting to know each other more than casually in the last couple of years; rysmiel mentioned being pleased at Velma's obvious pleasure in watching me and rysmiel interact, and at their presence in my life.

We ate a lot of sushi, and I made salmon in a mustard-and-shallot sauce for supper one night. For dessert that night we had a ginger fruitcake that [personal profile] browngirl gave me; I'd been saving it to share with rysmiel, because I knew they also like ginger. The fruitcake was very good, and just the right size for dessert for three people.

Still on the look out

Dec. 20th, 2014 10:12 pm
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For F&SF full cast audio plays. Podcast or radio archives.

Working my way through Nightvale but I am not sure it's my sort of thing.

Persimmon bread

Dec. 20th, 2014 06:16 pm
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[personal profile] desperance
[This is my take on David Lebovitz'z take on James Beard's original, so.]

I weighed and measured everything this time, in order to be able to tell you that you need:


250g plain flour
3/4 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
200g sugar
110g melted unsalted butter
2 large eggs, beaten
80g brandy
275g persimmon puree*
125g toasted pecans
150g Medjool dates, destoned and cut into chunks


[*Note: you need hachiya persimmons, the heart-sized heart-shaped ones; and you need them so squishily ripe they feel like water balloons. Two might be enough, whizzed up in a food processor; you might need three; you'll probably want somewhere between the two. But if you find ripe hachiya persimmons, your best bet is to buy a lot, puree 'em all and freeze what you don't use for later consumption. We are blessed with a friend with a tree, and even so I am backfilling my freezer. The season is short, but art is longing**.]


Oil or butter a loaf tin (I use almond oil for preference for all sweet baking).

Preheat the oven to 350/180/gas mark 4.

Sift the dry ingredients together in a bowl. Make a well in the centre and pour in the butter, eggs, brandy and puree; mix those in, then fold in the nuts and the dates.

Pour the batter into the ready tin, stand it on a baking tray for fear of overspill and slide it into the mid/top of the oven. Check it after an hour; I find it needs ten minutes more than that, until a metal skewer comes out clean. (Don't rely on the touch-the-skewer-to-your-lip-and-it's-ready-when-it-burns-you trick; it won't actually get that hot.)

Cool in the tin. It keeps well if it's well wrapped in tinfoil; it should also freeze well.


**Persimmon puree is my Thing of the Moment. I put it in everything from ground beef curry to salad dressings. More to come.
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In the words of aspartaimee: "It wasn't good, but it was awesome."

Can there really be spoilers for Annie? Cut just in case. )

"What if when you go to the moon there's an asteroid or something?"

Seed by Robyn Sarah

Dec. 20th, 2014 06:50 pm
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[personal profile] taiga13 posting in [community profile] poetry
And the seed bunches hung in the summer trees
on branches that swung in the wind, 
it was the summer when everywhere you went 
you heard the cries of newborn babies
out of open windows, or from behind fences
around private gardens, everywhere you went
there was a mother on the other
side of the wall

And the seed bunches tossed in the wind... )

Liveblogging: almost dedd

Dec. 20th, 2014 05:29 pm
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[personal profile] desperance
Holy cow sow, am I tired. And really I've barely begun.

So far today I have:

cleaned the bathroom
tested the candied-peel Hogsgifts (they're okay, dunked in vanilla sugar - but too soft. I like my peels al dente, a bit of resistance to the bite)
shopped from El Camino to the farmers' market, and borne my plunders home
defrosted the pig's head
baked the persimmon cake
shopped Lucky's
put the sourdough in the oven

Now I must make the marinade for the pork shoulder, and decide what to do with the head.
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Title: Fairytale of New York
Fandom: White Collar
Word Count: 3700
Pairings: canon ones
Summary: Three views of Christmas, on the first Christmas after the series finale. For my h/c bingo "begging" square. Huge finale spoilers.
Cross-posted: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2813135

Fairytale of New York )

The Daily Ramble, Part One.

Dec. 21st, 2014 12:35 pm
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I have two cats who are both very fond of me already. Alas, they hiss at each other and it seems Peggy Sue has decided she owns the bed. And possibly me. Tomorrow I'll go and buy some Feliway, I'll also take to brushing them with the same brush because the internet advises this. At the moment I'm patting them both at the same time and swapping hands occasionally so their scents intermingle.

In other news I can't think of any other news, as my brain is full.
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[personal profile] thebonesofferalletters: Writing wise, what do you do to help you get in "the zone"?


Ramit Sethi, the author of the fantastically useful personal finance book I Will Teach You To Be Rich, has this saying: "Would you rather be sexy, or rich?" What he means is, do you want to do all the flashy stuff so you can talk about investing and how your stock performs and things that will impress people at cocktail parties, or do you want the boring but effective stuff that helps you save money and make more money?

I kinda feel like that with a few of these questions. <_< The best way I have to get myself into the writing groove isn't particularly interesting or attractive. I would love to say that having a cup of my favorite tea and a handcrafted playlist for my project and a clean desk and sunlight pouring in the window helps me write, but while those things make me feel great, they don't actually have any correlation to how well I'm able to get myself writing. Instead, the method that most consistently gets me cranking out the words is this:

  1. Close everything on my computer except for iTunes or a (minimized) MyNoise generator, and
  2. Open up my story file.


And I'm not being flippant with #2. I often have a great resistance to starting, so if I sit down and a file isn't open, well, then, path of least resistance says "Meh, no writing today." But if I look at what I'm doing (or... not doing), and open up a file with intent, it's easier to get started.

What I'm doing is setting up micro-barriers to distraction (so, if I want to browse the internet, I have to go and open Firefox or whatever), and removing micro-barriers to writing (the page is right there, and I can't command-tab to any other open program). The effect is a bit like settling your wagon wheels into a well-worn groove in the path. It's easier to go forward than it is to change direction. I guess it's even easier just to sit there and do nothing, but doing nothing is awfully boring, so I usually end up writing instead.

The secret third thing I do to get myself into the writing flow – which I need to get back into the habit of doing – is: Write every day.

I was writing 800 words a day in October, planning to write 900 a day in November and 1,000 a day in December, but November knocked me out of it, so I'm thinking of starting back at 500 a day in January and increasing by 100 a day every month. And what happens when you write every day is that you learn to write every day. You sit down in front of the page and your brain starts going "Oh. Right, I know what to do, here." And so, while there are still easier days and harder days, the overall level of difficulty goes down over time.

But for the longest time before I was cranking out most of one K (and sometimes much more than that), I was doing... 20 words a day. That was the minimum, and once I hit that, I had a deal with myself that I would celebrate that achievement. I wasn't allowed to badmouth it. I couldn't say "Well, that was only 20 words, that was pathetic." And hose 20 words could be on anything – they didn't have to be on the project I was currently working on. They could be 20 words of stream-of-consciousness, or story seed, or anything. I just had to get 20 words out.

And it's hard to be intimidated by 20 words. (Like it's hard to be intimidated by one minute of meditation.) But those 20 words were the Trojan horse of a habit; once I got used to doing 20 words a day, I was used to sitting down and writing every day. And getting started is so often the hardest part, that that 20 word habit was a major victory.

It's a lot easier to grow a small habit than it is to institute a giant habit. That's why so many New Year's resolutions fail: people go "I'm going to get in shape this year so I'm going to go to the gym five times a week and run a mile every day before work!", and that's just too much if you're trying to go from a sedentary lifestyle to that. It's a shock to the system, and you get overwhelmed, and you drop the habit. (When I was walking a mile every day, I had grown that habit from a habit that just said: Go outside every day. Walk to the end of the block and back. And once I was in the habit of walking to the end of the block and back, around the block wasn't a big deal. Once I was walking around the block, around two blocks wasn't a big deal. And so it grew.)

So, that's my writing process secret! A bunch of really tiny and somewhat pedestrian things. But they work for me, so.

This post has been brought to you as a service of the December Posting Meme.

The Bee Carol by Carol Anne Duffy

Dec. 21st, 2014 12:24 am
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I was looking for another poem by this poet, something from her collection The Bees which I read and enjoyed so much at the start of the year. I couldn't find the one I was looking for but I found another one altogether, though it is about bees and is seasonably appropriate to boot.


The Bee Carol

Silently on Christmas Eve,
the turn of midnight’s key;
all the garden locked in ice -
a silver frieze -
except the winter cluster of the bees.

Flightless now and shivering,
around their Queen they cling;
every bee a gift of heat;
she will not freeze
within the winter cluster of the bees.

Bring me for my Christmas gift
a single golden jar;
let me taste the sweetness there,
but honey leave
to feed the winter cluster of the bees.

Come with me on Christmas Eve
to see the silent hive -
trembling stars cloistered above -
and then believe,
bless the winter cluster of the bees.

Carol Anne Duffy
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Let the disagreements pour forth, but to this day, Frank Miller's Batman: Year One remains quite possibly the most well-told Batman story I have ever read. I'm tempted to say that it's proof of what Miller alone was capable of at the top of his game, but some sources have it that David Mazzucchelli was holding back all of his excesses, which isn't exactly unbelievable.

Really, Mazzucchelli's art and layouts make half the story, with a beautifully minimalist-yet-gritty aesthetic that can make even the hokiest scenes work (so naturally, the DTV adaptation glossed over all that with its typical wannabe-anime art. Feh). It's a shame that today he's gone into the Too-Good-For-Mainstream-Superheroes-Camp, but if anyone's earned that spot, it's him. I'm also of the opinion that this is one of those comics that absolutely must be read with the shitty, grainy coloring of the late 1980s to get the full effect, but since most of them TPBs today have that high-falutin' shiny digital coloring, this might be a bit hard.

The actual content of the story, I go back and forth on: I love what it did to Gordon's and Alfred's character voices, it's probably the sole reason that pre-scarring Harvey Dent has any traction in the modern era, and the corruption of the GCPD is practically gospel today, but I'm largely apathetic to any take on Catwoman's origin, and I've never sat too well with the third-act revelation of Jim Gordon's adultery. Still, when it's good, it's absolutely kick-ass

Come. Let us gaze on some of its finest moments...



I know comics. I know comics. Sometimes, I share them. With someone like you. )

#20 [a poem]

Dec. 20th, 2014 11:02 pm
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[personal profile] kaberett
Alright, let's make-believe that I'm a tree.
So dream: what storms have broken me?
What fruits adorn? What loving scars
graffitied in my skin, how warped
or changed with time? Do I give shade and,
later, warmth? And most of all:
please say I'm safe. Please dream me sound.

Half price sale - one day left!

Dec. 20th, 2014 06:41 pm
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So I bought poetry from Ysabetwordsmith's End-of-year Half Price Sale, found here: http://ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com/3504106.html

Everything is half price, and if you spend $100, it's quarter price.

I bought:

City of Angels

The Alpha Blight (which inspired John Palmer to write a short story, http://johnpalmer.dreamwidth.org/473247.html )

Dangerous Knowledge

Deceitful Looks

The Lair of Tomes (which I personally think works as a counterpoint to "The Alpha Blight," but I could be wrong)

and

Math by Hand

I encourage you to go look at the poems, and the others she's posted, and buy something at the sale!

#19 Songs of the year

Dec. 20th, 2014 10:56 pm
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[personal profile] kaberett
Oh goodness. Over the past few weeks I have (as has been obvious) been on a Vienna Teng kick: Stray Italian Greyhound, Hymn of Acxiom, The Last Snowfall (this is not the last snowfall ... but if I were that kind of grateful, what would I try to say?), Never Look Away (let me uncover the silver in your dark hair/the weight of your bones). Finding hope & wonder & looking forward.

Then Stars: No One Is Lost (put your hands up if you ever feel afraid!) and How Much More (I told you I was brave but I lied).

Before that: Seanan McGuire, Writing Again and Dear Thomas and Sycamore Tree and Cartography; and the Indigo Girls, Watershed and Least Complicated and Hope Alone; P!nk, Who Knew; CN Lester's new album, Sparks and Your Hands; a stack of break-up songs, as we go backwards in time.

Before that it starts to feel hazier and less immediate. But this, this is the music I have listened to most over the last little bit, this and the selkie song (Still Catch The Tide). Lots of things about, well, about confusion and about bravery and about finding beauty and about looking forward. Which, well. Yes.
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I picked up the new Fire Stick on pre-order for $20, but was disappointed to find out it wouldn't readily stream media from my networked external drive. Took me the entire afternoon, but I figured out how to do so!

This is definition of a hack: It's ugly, but it works. And I'm writing it down in case I ever have to do it again. This was pure trial and error, after several sites on the interwebs assured me what I wanted to do was impossible.

Ingredients:*
Amazon Fire Stick, already set up on an HDTV
AirPort Extreme (6th generation), with a USB external hard drive**
actual computer, on which you will download the adbFire app so you can put XBMC on the Fire Stick

*Other hardware should certainly work, but this is what I used.
**The external drive was already formatted as a Time Capsule and shared media drive for our household Macbooks.

Procedure:

Sideload XBMC onto the Fire Stick, as described in this excellent tutorial, and launch XBMC.

From the XBMC menu bar, select "Videos", then "Files".

Select "Add videos...", then in the pop up window, select "Browse".

At the bottom of this menu, select "Add network location..."
* For protocol, select "Windows network (SMB)"
* For server name, enter the LAN IP address. This will likely be 10.0.1.1, or something similar.
* Leave the "shared folder" field blank
* Specify the username and password, as previously defined for your shared drive.
Click OK

Your new location will now appear in the menu. Highlight it (but don't select it), then click OK.

Enter a nickname, if you want, then click OK.

Then there's the "set content" window, but I don't really understand what that's for. (Some XBMC thing to scan the drive for files, and add pretty art and info to them, I think? I've never used XBMC before, and I don't really need this feature.) I just clicked OK, and then my external drive was available in the "Videos - Files" listing, and I was able to browse through at will.

I currently have torrented episodes of Bob Ross playing on my 42" TV screen. I, therefore, win at life.

Fanfiction: DVD Commentary

Dec. 20th, 2014 05:20 pm
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I've been cleaning up some of my tags and such over on AO3 today, which ended up with me re-reading several of my fics. And reading one of them reminded me of something that I totally never mentioned back when I first posted the fic.

In Long-Distance Phone Calls, the sequel to the Crossover O' Doom? I, uh, possibly had aliens burn down a restaurant in the Maryland suburbs of DC. And it was totally supposed to be the Restaurant of FAIL. Because I'm petty like that, seriously hated working there, and would love to have those two years of my life back.

... in other news, I totally need to go back and write more fic/finish my WIPs in this universe. Because it's fucking fun.

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