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Dec. 11th, 2016 12:48 pm
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] crookedeye!

Lady B-'s taste is widely prais'd

Dec. 11th, 2016 11:20 am
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After my conclave with Roberts, and after Eliza and I have entire assur’d Sandy, that is got into an exceeding fret, that all looks entire in order and Milord’s fine taste and his own abilities in organizing will make this a most well-spoke of occasion, quite one of the events of the Season, I go to the nursery and spend a deal of time there being a tiger and telling little tales of hedgehogs and elephants. I think the nursemaids are pleas’d, for the severity of the weather has meant that the nursery set has been unable run wild and romp in the gardens these several days and in consequence is become a little fractious.

Sukey W-, however, sits snuggl’d up to her nurse’s skirts and sucks her thumb – Sarah Miller, that is her name, looks fond down at her and says, she dares say that her mama lying-in abed frets her. Sure, 'tis not a habit they should get into, but she does not like to prevent her just at present. She strokes Sukey’s hair, that shows promise of retaining its infant fairness - sure, may be anticipat’d as dear Susannah is herself very fair.

Oh, I hope Susannah is well and not fallen once more into a melancholy.

My precious jewel shows reluctant to let me depart, but at last kisses me upon the promise that I will come be her sleepy wombatt, and desires Hannah to kiss me also. (Sure Hannah grows a fine girl, somewhat fairer than Seraphine, tho’ her hair goes to wiry curls and there is somewhat of Africa in her features.)

But indeed I should go see whether my darling continues in the frets.

She is not in the family room, and I am in some concern that she has gone bother Seraphine over the supper, that I confide Seraphine has entire under hand. When I descend to the kitchens I find 'tis indeed the case, and draw my agitat’d wild girl away, desiring Seraphine, if 'tis no trouble with all the work she has on hand, to send up some of the soothing drink from Mrs F-'s receipt.

Sure I can think of a fine remedy for her trouble, but 'tis not the time or place alas.

Now, my darling, says I, after I have seen her drink up the whole cupfull, sure you should go lye down and have Williams put a cloth soak’d in some soothing water over your eyes, and rest you a little, for I confide that 'tis entire necessary to be fresh for the e’en’s exertions.

She gives a somewhat testy little sigh, and says, sure, she cannot rest –

O yes, you can, my darling, and I will take you to Williams myself, and if you are not a good wild girl and do not go lye down quiet, I will go find a very dull volume from the library and come read to you in the manner of Mr N- discoursing, and that will send you to sleep.

I manage to pull her to her chamber, and go into the dressing room, where Williams is about making some final furbishments, and give her my instructions to make sure Mrs F- rests, or will be entire done up afore the ball starts.

I then go to my own fine reserv’d chamber and instruct Sophy that I may repose in like fashion until 'tis time to go be Miss Flora’s sleepy wombatt. Sophy expresses herself most taken with Miss Flora: 'tis exceeding gratifying to me.

I contrive a refreshing little nap with a cool cloth across my face – 'tis not the season for cowcumbers, that are so refreshing lay’d upon tir’d eyes.

We dine somewhat early, so that we may dress for the ball without undue haste: but before I do, I go be Flora’s sleepy wombatt. She is a little restless and I dare say takes the apprehension that there is somewhat will be doing, and does not wish to go sleep, but at last she is my dearest sleeping wombatt, that I do not even dare give a kiss lest it wake her again.

Sophy waits in somewhat of a fret to array me, tho’ I am sure that Docket has given her exact instructions and 'twill only be a matter of carrying 'em out.

O, I think, as Sophy puts pearls and jets into my hair, that I might wear my fine emerald and diamond parure with the lock of my precious bundle’s hair conceal’d: but there will be those present will remember when dearest Josiah gave it me following my suppos’d return from Carlsbad, and will wonder does it signify aught. So 'twill be my rubies.

At length I am prepar’d, and stand before the pier-glass and consider that I am entire ready for the occasion. I convey Sophy a compliment, and then go make a little visit to the family room, where Miss N- sits with the girls and Josh, so that they may see me in my finery.

I do not wish to appear too early at the ball, for that might look somewhat particular, but I do not wish to delay too long, for all know that I am quite the greatest intimate of both the R- House households, and 'tis an act of friendship not to demonstrate my consequence by arriving most exceeding late.

'Tis an entire glittering spectacle when I enter the hall of the west wing, and the flowers indeed are most exceeding fine.

I go greet Milord and my darlings, that stand shaking hands by the foot of the grand stairway, and hear that there is a deal of company arriv’d already. As they recount to me who I may find in the ballroom, or enjoying a little musick, enter Mr and Mrs O- B- with Charley and Cissie, escort’d by Lord A-.

Milord takes the occasion to make most exceeding civil to him, shaking his hand very hearty, congratulating him upon his marriage, conveying very suitable compliments upon his intend’d; and this is observ’d by a sufficient number of the company that I confide 'twill go be put in circulation.

Charley B- is looking most extreme well, in most excellent ton; I do not think that any will go gossip that Lord A- has determin’d that her dower will excuse a certain vulgarity, for she shows very pretty-behav’d and her fine singing is becoming much spoke of. I make very amiable to her myself, remark that I have a drawing-room meeting forthcoming for the benefit of the optickal dispensary and that 'twould be most delightfull could she sing on that occasion.

They proceed up the staircase, and I say, I daresay I should go mingle and Josiah murmurs somewhat about how doth the little busy bee. I hold my hand from smacking him with my fan, but Eliza provides suitable matrimonial discipline with hers.

Sure there is a very fine crowd arriv’d already, 'tis most exceeding gratifying. I go in to the ballroom, where a set is in progress, and see Lady D- sitting by the wall, fanning herself. I go ask is she feeling well, and she looks at me all smiles and says, o, indeed, Lady B-, I may dance a little – Mrs F- says that a little healthfull exercise is quite entire beneficial but one should not over-do – but even did I not dance at all, o, this is so very delightfull, the fine clothes, the beautifull flowers, and o, there are those dance most exceeding fine –

She goes point to where her sister dances with Sir H- Z- and indeed, they both show exceeding well upon a dance-floor –

- 'tis entire a pleasure just to watch. Lord D- has just gone fetch me a cooling drink –

And indeed, comes up Lord D- bearing a glass of Seraphine’s fam’d cooling sherbert. He makes very civil to me, and then says, he hears from Agnes that I have been advising Lord O- on furbishing up O- House, and 'tis said shows exceeding well?

Why, says I, 'tis an exceeding fine mansion but had been somewhat neglect’d.

He comes, says he, to consider that 'twould not be a matter of prodigal vanity did he go furbish up P- House somewhat, for has also been somewhat neglect’d, and he takes the thought that one should maintain one’s town house in a state suitable to one’s station; and he hears Lady B-'s taste so very widely prais’d, that could I provide a little advice in the matter he would be most exceeding gratefull.

Why, says I, should be entire delight’d. Tho’, I go on, in Lady D-'s condition I am like to suppose 'twould not be advizable to have painters and workmen about the place, causes considerable disturbance.

He nods and says, sure one would not put the work on hand until the end of this Season when they go out of Town.

Sir H- Z- comes up and desires me to dance. 'Tis entire agreeable to me. As we dance he tells me that Lady Z- has a fine daughter, that will be christen’d Caroline but they already call her Cara. He smiles surprizing fond.

There are a deal of fellows come ask me to dance, and I daresay Sir V- P- would like to but there is always one or another beforehand of him.

As Milord and I return from the floor, Lord A- desires to know would it be unobjectionable did he lead out Lady B- for the next dance? Milord smiles and says 'tis entire agreeable, does Lady B- have no objection, and he would solicit Miss B- himself.

As we tread thro’ the measure, Lord A- says, he minds that he does not have a fine Town house, has always resid’d at one of his clubs, but confides that now he goes marry should have somewhere would do him credit. And hears that B- House, that was give out like to tumble down, has now been furbisht up in fine style?

Indeed, says I, and I confide that the present Lord B- will not be going live there. Sure I can go find out whether might be let.

'Twould be an excellent thing, thinks I, for houses should be liv’d in, and 'twould be somewhat to go pay that mad bigamist’s fees at the fine madhouse in Sussex.

Sunday 11/12/2016

Dec. 11th, 2016 11:39 am
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1) I looove my *cough* morning coffee ^^

2) Another lazy day, watching whatever I recorded these past weeks.

3) A little bit of sunshine <3 

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Dec. 11th, 2016 04:17 am
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Happy Birthday [livejournal.com profile] kerianth & [livejournal.com profile] mplsvala

Daily Happiness

Dec. 11th, 2016 01:28 am
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1. I slept in, but also woke up early enough that I could sit around for a bit and have breakfast and internet before going to work, which is the best combination.

2. Carla mentioned having grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup the other day which made me really want that, too, but I had everything in the house except anything to put my cheese on, so today I stopped at the store after work and got tortillas and had quesadillas and tomato soup, which is, IMO, even better than the toast version, because although I like grilled cheese sandwiches, I like quesadillas better and also they're easier to get melty without burning them.

3. Look at this shy Chloe.

One Week To Posting Deadline

Dec. 11th, 2016 09:05 am
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Posted by jenn_calaelen

Stories are due 9am UTC on the 18th (What time is that for me?)

The default deadline has now passed. However, if you decide you are not going to get your story finished in time, it is very helpful if you still default as that gives pinch hitters longer to work on a gift for your recipient.

One Week To Posting Deadline

Dec. 11th, 2016 09:01 am
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Stories are due 9am UTC on the 18th (What time is that for me?)

The default deadline has now passed. However, if you decide you are not going to get your story finished in time, it is very helpful if you still default as that gives pinch hitters longer to work on a gift for your recipient.
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1. "Go to Buttbart.com," [livejournal.com profile] derspatchel just told me. I made some eloquent response on the order of "What?" But I typed in the address, just to see, and I realized that though a great voice in political commentary might have been lost when Chuck Tingle decided to devote his considerable talents to the production of increasingly metafictional erotica, our recent global crisis has prompted him to realize the truth that one can, simultaneously and at the same time, get pounded in the butt by current events and work to reclaim reality from them. I am especially fond of the last sentence in the lead article and everything about the reader poll.

2. In other news that does not suck, I had not realized how awesome Annie Glenn is. (Ignore the text of the URL; the story itself is nuanced.) I had known very little about her, mostly from her portrayal in The Right Stuff (1983). Now I kind of want her own biopic.

3. Kirk Douglas is a century old. That's just cool.

4. I am delighted when any lost or incomplete movie surfaces from the fragile and flammable wrack of film history, but I have to say that H. K. Breslauer's The City Without Jews (Die Stadt ohne Juden, 1924) really picked its moment.

5. Dorothea Lange's long-censored photographs of the Japanese-American internment camps did not just resurface, but I had never seen any of them before—or even known they existed—and they are worth, painfully, seeing.

Five things make a post and the sixth is a resolution: I am never going to refer to our President-elect as "The Donald." If I have an unqualified Donald, it's O'Connor. I believe this attitude should explain itself to anyone who has ever seen Singin' in the Rain (1952).

Poem: "I Wish I Might"

Dec. 11th, 2016 01:19 am
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This poem came out of the October 3, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] janetmiles and [livejournal.com profile] starcat_jewel. The Starbright thread references this outline of charitable supervillain activities. This poem also fills the "hope" square in my 8-1-16 card for the Survival Bingo fest. It has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics.

Warning: This poem contains some intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It features the beginning of supervillains granting wishes for vulnerable children. It includes messy medical details, reference to past parental death, admiration of supervillains, pressuring a supervillain to commit a charitable act, mocking and menacing behavior from said supervillain, much awkwardness ensues, a supervillain meeting a little girl, expensive gifts, some of which are stolen, and other challenges. But it cheers up the kid, so I'm calling it good. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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[It's December Days time! There's no overarching theme this year, so if you have ideas of things to write about, I'm more than happy to hear them.]

[personal profile] bethany_lauren wants to know what my favorite season is. Previous entities in December Days suggests "baseball season" is the appropriate answer, and based on a later-to-come entry, "Duck season! (Rabbit season!)" would also be a strong contender for favorite season.

I suspect, however, this has more to do when the weather than the great humor opportunities that come on board with this.

As a child of school-age, summer is always the best season, because summer offers the possibility of entire days without the requirements of the school schedule. For me, that means attempting as much video gaming time as possible, in addition to having a significant number of books from the library to read, both for the program and for getting through the sections I was interested in and moving on to the library loaning from other branches. Parents have other plans, including frequent demands to run around outside and situations where a parent wants to impart wisdom through shared time together. Often with tools or physical labor. Which have turned out to be surprisingly useful.

Casual sport is also in summer, so evenings at the diamond, swinging away and occasionally getting to participate in the action, whether by actually making contact or by having a ball hit to you. (Later on, it would be as the umpire, trying to keep the game moving according to the rules and the skills of the players.) The thrill of the idle and of being in more control of your day is a thing that children crave, just so they can burn that day in pursuit of their passions without interference. Places like public libraries become incredibly important, as points where the newly freed can be, without having to spend money. Ideally, they would also not have to deal with glares and others in the space that believe teenagers and children do not deserve to be visible or audible in public. (And especially not staff people with these beliefs.)

Now that I'm in a working world, summer no longer holds as much mystique. Mostly because there's no summer break from work for idleness. Which has somewhat promoted the second favorite season of childhood to the prime position, because the things I love about this season don't change just because I'm a working adult now.

Winter is a great season because of snow. My provincial upbringing was in a space that would receive regular snowfall. Enough to cover the streets, and then to accumulate into drifts and hills. Enough to cover the grass of the backyard so that flimsy sleds and toboggans could carve paths and then ice over into slick running tracks for greater fun later. The kind that bring on the fear of black ice, but also the joys of ice skating. And ice hockey.

One of the things that was an annual tradition in the Boy Scout troop of my school town was to take a winter lock-in weekend at a walking archery range. The walking and the archery were nice enough, balanced out by the general malicious prankishness of the other members of the troop, since I and my friends were the geeks and nerds.

The best of that trip, though, was the hill. The cabin was at the top of a properly steep hill, and the snow was usually well enough on the ground that after the first few trips to break in the paths, one could traverse the entire hill at high velocity. Many a cheap toboggan was sacrificed on the hill and the inevitable jumps and ramps constructed to make a trip have both flight and speed involved. That's the best hill I've sledded on. I'll bet there are better ones where I am now, but the problem is that we don't get enough snow for long enough to test those hills on most years.

Even so, even in the new places that are more rain than snow, winter still holds a happy place in my life. The idea of renewal, of discarding the things that weigh us down and hurt us and bringing forth the new, the potential, the suggestion that perhaps things will not always be this way - it's providing a lot of optimism to those who could use it.

On every world, wherever people are, in the deepest part of the winter, at the exact mid-point, everybody stops and turns and hugs, as if to say, well done. Well done, everyone. We're halfway out of the dark. Back on Earth, we called this Christmas, or the Winter Solstice.
Well done, everyone. We're just about halfway out of the dark.

a Fox update

Dec. 11th, 2016 02:05 am
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Fox is eight weeks old, or will be in about seven hours.

We are still pursuing co-lactation; for those of you who might be interested in trying it, a useful key phrase for both doctors and Google is "the Newman-Goldfarb protocol". A more detailed entry on this whole saga eventually.

And the rest of this is under a cut, for the sake of those not interested in babies. )
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Reaching Out
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 1 (complete)
word count (story only): 1411

:: This is a sequel to Midday Meeting part one, and part two. Some descriptions of extreme fatigue and headache/migraine, but this is an otherwise simple moment of trust. ::

The old-fashioned clock on the bookcase ticked away, the noise louder than Heidi's sighs as she saved the file and attached it to an email to a baker's dozen people, beginning with her own boss. She had to rub her eyes to bring the face of the clock into focus, and it took even longer for the image to make sense. The long hand balanced between the seven and the eight, while the short hand seemed glued between the two and the three.

Two thirty-eight in the morning.

Fatigue rolled over her in a fresh wave as the realization sank in.
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Three Omens

Dec. 11th, 2016 12:30 am
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Posted by Dave Hingsburger

Well, that wasn't planned.

The whole day was organized, to the minute, but when they say "shit happens" they ain't far wrong. We were at the hairdressers where Ruby and Sadie and their Mom were getting their hair done. We dropped in to visit but there was a special reason we were there, Ruby had decided, long ago, to grow her hair and then have it cut off and donated to a charity that made free wigs for kids going through treatment for cancer.

The day didn't auger well. There were three omens. First, the elevator was broken down necessitating a ride round to a kind of weird entrance that's never comfortable to use. Second, when going around to that entrance we found that you could not longer open the door because the handle was gone and it was solidly locked. We went round and told security. Third when Joe opened the door for me, he had stayed and gone in so he could do just that, he told me that it was going to be tough getting in because the disabled alternate entrance was blocked full of stuff. And he wasn't kidding. It was hard to get through.

I think that's when it happened, but I'm not certain.

We got up to the salon and everyone was figuring out what kind of hairstyle Ruby would have after the donation was made. I parked off to the side and simply joined in from afar with opinions and ideas. It was fun. Then I tried to drive over to see something more closely and I thought I'd run over something or that there was a barrier on the floor.


My tire was dead!


The day crumbled before our eyes.

Joe came and got the scooter we use as a back up. I still thank that woman who wanted her scooter gifted to a fellow fatty because it's been a life saver several times now. The battery hadn't been charged for a year but Joe had got it over and we hoped it would get me back. Mike, the kids dad, offered to help push my power chair back home. It was a bit difficult to detach the wheels so this could be done. We've not ever done that for the 7 years I've had the chair. But it was done and the three of us left the womenfolk and got the power chair and me home.

Now, we've had to rearrange all the furniture to make things fit. I'm writing this while waiting to see everyone fresh from the hairdressers.

I have time to do this now because the rest of the day, see it over there, the plans and activities lay in complete disarray.

Poem: "Changing the Conversation"

Dec. 10th, 2016 10:54 pm
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This poem is spillover from the December 6, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by [personal profile] ari_the_dodecahedron and [personal profile] lone_cat. It also fills the "Gives You Hell" square in my 12-1-16 card for the iPod Shuffle Music Fest, and the "frighten" square in my 11-1-16 card for the Fall Festival Bingo. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Calliope thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem contains some intense topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Two trans characters, Hyperspaceman and Calliope, struggle to shut down wayward equipment in a mad science lab following a well-planned raid. In the process, Hyperspaceman travels from Terramagne to local-Earth, observes the racist and transphobic political situation, and comes back with a full-blown panic attack. Emotional First Aid ensues. The temporary connection, and the dissonance between T-America and L-America, may be unsettling for some readers. Also, this poem is dated November 2016, which sets it considerably later than most of the content. There's a hint of Calliope and Vagary being in better tune. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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For lack of a specific question or fic prompt, and since I'm working on fic for tomorrow, here, have two of my favorite fanvids on AO3.

The Trouble With Poets, by [personal profile] anoel   (I'll be singing this for days again now.)  Highlander, Duncan and Methos and immortality, and it was a fascinatingly different vid when it came out.  I still love it.

Let the Day Begin, by [personal profile] killabeez  This is a love letter to our favorite Highlander characters.  Go, watch, enjoy!

Poem: "Dreams of New Zealand"

Dec. 10th, 2016 10:48 pm
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This poem is spillover from the December 6, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] shiori_makiba, [personal profile] nsfwords, [personal profile] mdlbear, and Shirley Barrette. It has been sponsored by Shirley Barrette.

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Poem: "A Brief History of Heat"

Dec. 10th, 2016 10:38 pm
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This poem came out of the December 6, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was prompted and sponsored by Anthony Barrette. It also fills the "Colder Weather" square in my 12-1-16 card for the iPod Shuffle Music Bingo Fest.

"A Brief History of Heat"

It started with rubbing two sticks together,
then evolved into striking flint with firestones.

We learned that oaken logs will warm you well,
how to fell and split and dry them for fires.

Then came coal, and gas, winter cheer
fueled by fossilized sunlight.

We tamed lightning for radiators and
heat pumps, tapped the earth for geothermal.

There are choices, now, to each their own:
The weather's cold, so get a new furnace.


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