Costume Bracket: Round 4, Post 3

Jun. 24th, 2025 06:40 pm
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Two Doctor Who companion outfits for your delectation and delight! Outfits selected by a mixture of ones I, personally, like; lists on the internet; and a certain random element.


Outfits below the Cut )

Vote for your favourite of these costumes. Use whatever criteria you please - most practical, most outrageously spacey, most of its decade!

Voting will remain open for at least a week, possibly longer!

Costume Bracket Masterlist

Images are a mixture of my own screencaps, screencaps from Lost in Time Graphics, PCJ's Whoniverse Gallery, and random Google searches.
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“Daria Morgendorffer, please report to the principal’s office,” Ms. Li announced straight after Homeroom.

Daria sighed. She knew that was going to happen.


“How are you feeling?” Ms. Li asked when Daria had sat down.

“My best friend has been kidnapped! How do you think I’m feeling?”

“Mrs. Manson is ready to talk if you…”

“No!” Daria said. She didn’t want to deal with that quack of a school counsellor.

“Are you sure, Ms. Morgendorffer?”

“Of course I’m sure, Ms. Li. The best way for me to keep from thinking about what might be happening to Jane is for me to be in class doing schoolwork.”

“I see that you have made up your mind on that.”

“Yes,’ Daria said as she took the hall pass off the principal’s desk.


At the same time, as she went to her first class, Andrea looked for one of the students she knew had at least one sibling at Lawndale State.

She soon sighed one of them. “Tania!” she called out.

Tania Ashworth turned upon hearing her name. “Yes, Andrea?”

“Your brother is at Lawndale State, right?”

“He is,” Tania answered. “What is this about?”

“Ninja Talon and SpiderGirl asked me to help search for Jane.”

“And how would my brother be able to help with that?”

“He could give me access to one of the computer labs,” Andrea answered.

“I see, you want to access camera footage,” Tania surmised.

“Yes, I still have dial up at home.”

“I’ll if I can contact him at lunch.”

“Then that is what I’ll tell Ninja Talon later,” Andrea said as she left.


“Wait…” Tania said as Andrea disappeared into the distance. ‘Does she know who Ninja Talon is?’

She thought about it more. ‘Quite likely, but I’ll keep it to myself. Besides, I need to focus on the play tonight.’


Agent Leung returned to the Lawndale Field Office, where he typed up his notes and started writing on the whiteboard in the office. He started with the timeline. “Quentin Beck. Arrived in Lawndale on Saturday, 17th February, whereupon he goes to the Historia and is immediately hired by Quinn Morgendorffer as the theater’s special effects person.” There wasn’t anything suspicious there.

“Anything on the four business partners?” One of his fellow agents asked.

“Daria and Quinn Morgendorffer, sisters who have recently lost their father,” Leung said as he put up recent photos of the two, reflecting their changes in appearance. “Their mother, Helen, is associate in Vitale, et al.”

That brought about a silence. Jim Vitale’s reputation was well known in the field office.

“Daria is Jane’s close friend,” Leung added. “Thus she has no motive.”

“And the other two?” the other agent asked.

“Joseph Green and Robert Allen, cousins who are also nephews of the Historia’s former owner. All four are students at Lawndale High.”

“Could Angela Li be a suspect?”

“Unlikely. There is no impact on the school from the Historia opening. The Morgendorffers grades appear to be unaffected by their involvement in the theater. Quinn won the spelling bee, the day before the theater opened,” Leung said.

“And the cousin’s grades?”

“Steady,” Leung said as he turned back to the timeline. “Sunday, February 18th. The first rehearsal for Tempest. And later, Kalina Ondrovick says it’s amateurish on radio and Daria calls in to argue with her. That’s the first time the play is mentioned on the radio. That’s the main connection. That the play was mentioned on the radio.”

He continued through the timeline up to Jane’s abduction.


“But one thing is eluding me,” Leung said when he was finished. “And Peterson too. Motive. What reason does Quentin Beck have to disrupt the play.”

“Jealousy?”

“Quinn said that he was condescending of her age.”

“Which is?” the other asked.

“She turns 16 next week,” Leung said, and wrote her birthdate in late February of 1985 beneath her photo.

“And Daria?”

“Seventeen and half,” Leung added, writing her birthdate in late July of 1983 beneath her picture. “The cousins are 16, born in late 1984.”

They continued their brainstorming.


Between classes, Quinn caught up with Anna and Ben. “We have to do the mentoring at the Historia, rather than the Library,” she said.

“Any reason?” Ben asked.

“I’ll also be re-interviewing the previous applicants for the special effects position.”

“Because of what happened to Jane?” Anna asked.

“That’s part of it,” Quinn answered.

“Because Quentin Beck is responsible,” Anna surmised.

Quinn nodded.

“We’ll be there,” Anna said. “But what about Gerald? He won’t like it.”

“I know,” Quinn said. “He’ll be difficult to convince.”


At lunch, Tania went to one of the school’s payphones straight out of class. “I hope his in his room,” Tania murmured as she put in a couple of quarters. She then dialled the number.

“Yes?”

“Scott! It’s Tania.”

“Why are you calling me in the middle of the day? I have a class in twenty minutes.”

“Sorry about that. I have a favour to ask of you.”

“I’m already seeing the play.”

“That’s good but that’s not what this is about.”

“What is this about then?”

Tania then began explaining what Andrea had asked her about.

“You want me to allow this Andrea to use my account to try to find this Jane? Because of SpiderGirl and Ninja Talon?”

“Yes,” Tania said.

“I’ll have to think about it,” Scott said.

“Let me know before the play starts tonight.”

“I shall, bye.”


In the library, Andrea found Brittany hiding somewhere near the back. ‘She looks 100% the cheerleader she has been the past few years,’ she thought. ‘Apart from that time in the Zon when she had her hair dyed dark.’ She shook her head. That wasn’t what she wanted to think about. She saw that she was reading a book on the history of Lawndale. “Brit?” she asked.

Brittany looked up. “Hey, Andy,” she said with a slight smile.

She almost ignored the nickname. Brittany was the only one who could get away with calling her that. ‘Still is, it seems,’ Andrea thought. “I found Tania Ashworth. She said she would talk to her brother.”

“Tania. She’s in the play too,” Brittany acknowledged.

“I had heard about that.”

“I’ll let Spidey know, later.”

“Good, I’ll be off,” Andrea said.

“You don’t have to.”

“We’re still too different.”

“I’m in the play because I want to change,” Brittany said in a vulnerable tone.

“So, you’re a cheerleader and an actor, as well as a vigilante, not the imaginative girl you were.”

“I guess so,” Brittany said with a twirl of a pigtail. “But small steps?”

“Yes,” Andrea said with a slight smile as Brittany went back to reading her book.


Daria and Sandi entered the cafeteria at the same time. “How are you after last night?” Daria asked.

“I just needed to rest,” Sandi answered. “I’m fine now. Mother says that when she had overextended herself that way, it took overnight for her.”

“Does she usually search for people like that?” Daria asked.

“Not often. But she was active in Boston before I was born.”

“Meaning…”

“Exactly,” Sandi confirmed.

‘That’s something. I think Boston does have hero vigilantes occasionally. It happens more often in New York.’


They came to the usual table to find only Harry and Tania waiting.


“So, any clue as to where Jane is?” Tania asked, hoping that she get some clue to tell Andrea and Scott later.

“No clue, but probably near the lake,” Daria answered. “Also, the FBI are now involved in the investigation.”

“Not surprising,” Sandi commented between bites.

“But the play is going ahead?” Harry asked.

“Of course,” Daria answered. “The show must go on. It’s what Jane would want, and tonight is sold out.”

“That’s good,” Tania said.

“Are you ready?” Daria asked.

“I am,” Tania said. “Last night was a bit scary, but I’m ready.”

“You’re in the play?” Harry asked. “You haven’t said.”

“Yes, I’m playing Ceres, one of the muses.” Tania answered.

“But what if something happens again?” Harry asked.

“Not only would Peterson be there, but the FBI agent as well,” Daria said. “Besides the theater has been checked over many times.”

“So, it won’t happen?” Harry asked.

“No,” Sandi answered.


Quinn joined Stacy, Tori and Tiffany for lunch. “What’s up, Tori?” she asked.

“I’m fine,” Tori said. “But now the paper has mentioned the play.”

“They did have to report that something happened last night,” Quinn pointed out.

“That’s true, but what if Mom is targeted, even if it’s not her byline? Like, I know that being a reporter can be dangerous, even a local one. But with everything going on in Lawndale…” Tori said before shedding a tear.

“I’m sure she’ll be safe,” Quinn said.

“Safer than the critics and Jane?” Tori asked.

“Yes,” Quinn said. She looked at Stacy, who was fretting as she usually did. She took her hand. “It’s going to be fine.”

“But, Jane? What if Mom’s in danger because she works there?”

“She hasn’t mentioned the play on radio,” Quinn said. “And I’m sure Jane will be found soon.”

“But she has been mentioning it in the café,” Stacy said.

“By SpiderGirl?” Tiffany asked.

Stacy looked at Tiffany. “Maybe. Or maybe Ninja Talon or this Dafoanairi.”

“Probably the fourth vigilante,” Quinn said. “Besides, I’m sure the vigilantes have been in the Historia as their secret identities.”

“Weren’t most of them there last night?” Tori asked.

“They were, but it seems that things happened too fast,” Quinn said. “But they will probably be prepared for tonight.”

“I hope so,” Stacy said.


Kevin looked around after he had got his lunch. Most of the students were as usual. He had heard about what had happened the previous night and hoped that Jane would be found soon. He looked around again and didn’t see who he wanted to see. He knew that something was going to change soon, but Brit had been a constant since they had started going out.


Mack saw Kevin sit across from him. “Hey, Mack Daddy, do you know where Brit is?”

“I don’t, and how many times I have I said not to call me that?”

“She’s probably preparing for the play,” Robert said.

“Oh yeah, that’s tonight,” Kevin responded.

“But I have seen her today. She is at school,” Mack said.

“But where in the school?” Kevin asked.

“You know where she will be,” Robert said.

“But Mom and I won’t see the play until tomorrow,” Kevin said.


Quinn caught up with Gerald after leaving the cafeteria. “Gerald!”

“Quinn?” Gerald asked as he approached the cafeteria himself.

“We need to do the mentoring at the Historia today,” Quinn said, and then explained as she did to Anna and Ben.

“I don’t think trying to mentor and do job interviews at the same time is a good idea,” Gerald said.

“I know, but I didn’t want to cancel, and besides the play is starting tonight.”

“Is that a good idea?”

“There will be police, and the FBI there, and maybe one or two of the vigilantes,” Quinn said. “Besides, Jane wouldn’t want the play to not go ahead on her account.”

“I suppose. I’ll be there.”

“Great. It’ll be in the bookshop.”


Quinn caught up with Brittany between classes. “What did Andrea say?” she asked after they ducked into a bathroom and made sure that the stalls were unoccupied.

“That she will be able to do it with Tania’s brother,” Brittany answered.

“That is, Tania Ashworth?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting. But does she know when?” Quinn asked.

“Tania hadn’t got back to her yet.”

“She’ll probably get back to her this afternoon.”

“I’ll try to find out before school finishes,” Brittany said.

“You’ll know where I’ll be.”

Brittany nodded and headed out.


As school finished, Andrea caught up with Tania. “I told Ninja Talon that you would call your brother,” she said.

“I did,” Tania responded. “He said that he would get back to me before the play starts tonight.”

“Got it. I guess I’ll be waiting at the Historia, then.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”


Daria came to the Lexus to find not only Quinn, but also, Anna, Ben and Gerald waiting. “Just as well there aren’t more people,” she said.

“True,” Quinn said with a giggle.

“Let’s just get there,” Gerald said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be driving safely,” Daria said as she opened the driver side door.

“You should have seen her on the way to Freemont,” Quinn said.

Daria sighed. “I never imagined that a crime I’ll be trying to solve would be Jane’s abduction.”

“Same,” Quinn said.

“Any clues?” Anna asked as she got in after Ben.

“Other than the stormwater system, none,” Daria answered as she turned on the engine.

“What did Ms. Li want to talk about earlier?” Quinn asked.

“Offering Mrs. Manson’s services,” Daria answered.

“And you turned her down, of course,” Quinn said.

“Yes. I don’t want a repeat of self-esteem class,” Daria said.

“Of course.”


Brittany and Andrea caught up in the parking lot after the Morgendorffers’ Lexus had driven away. “So, what did Tania say?” Brittany asked.

“She’ll get back to me before the play starts,” Andrea answered.

“I guess I have to wait at the Historia too.”

“Or you can come and go.”

“That’s true, but I’d be patrolling close to it,” Brittany said.


Daria and the others entered the Historia from the rear and saw Peterson in the lobby when they got there.

“How was school?” she asked.

“It went well,” Quinn said.

“But Jane’s absence was noted,” Daria aid.

“I have heard from Leung. The local field office has started a search of the Creek between the Jefferson Bridge and where it flows into the lake,” Peterson said.

“That’s great, isn’t it?” Anna asked.

“It is, Ms.”

“Coultard.”

“Coultard,” Peterson repeated. “It is, as you put it, great. It means that something is being done.”

“Thanks for the information, Ms. Peterson,” Quinn said. “But we need to start our session now. I have a busy afternoon ahead of me.”

“Of course.”


Officer Peterson waited until Quinn and the others had entered the bookstore. “I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to make your own search of the area, but if you do be sure to keep out of the agents’ hair.”

Daria sighed. “I wouldn’t, although the temptation is there. It would take me too long. Dafoanairi is remaining downtown this afternoon. Besides, I need to prepare for tonight. You know that I’m the director, as well as the playwright.”

“Of course.”


“Now, write about your experience with Shakespeare’s works, or adaptations of it,” Quinn said. “The first of the previous applicants should be here in five minutes.”

“Including The Tempest?” Anna asked.

“Of course,” Quinn said with a giggle. “But the play doesn’t count.”


At the same time, Brittany, Andrea and Tania arrived at the Historia separately. Brittany went over to Daria. “How are you holding up?” she asked.

“Well enough. Peterson told me that the FBI is searching downstream of the Jefferson Bridge.”

“I see,” Brittany said. “I’m sure that she will be found soon. If not tonight, then, tomorrow.”

“We can only hope,” Daria said with a slight smile.

Aurora in 1025

Jun. 24th, 2025 08:22 pm
[personal profile] fardell24
Aurora in 1025.

Dungeon Crawler Carl books 1-3

Jun. 23rd, 2025 08:49 pm
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Okay, the previous post has the non-spoilery intro to the series, so this is the one with all the spoilers. I finished book 3 this evening (of seven books so far), and I'm still having a terrific time.

Spoilers )

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Jun. 24th, 2025 12:03 pm
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An Iranian Journey

Someone posted this on tumblr and I wanted to share it with you. We're all just people trying to live our lives despite the whims of our rulers.
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One of the books I'm reading right now is Anne Crignon's Une belle grève de femmes: Les Penn Sardin, Douarnenez 1924 (A women's strike: The Penn sardin [1], Douarnenez, 1924). I'm two-thirds of the way through and it has been really good book so far.

[1] "Penn sardin" is Breton for "sardine head"; it's the name of the headdress for women of Douarnenez and, by extension those same women.

There is one thing, though. Because of the time/place the book is set in (Brittany, 1920s) the book occasionally uses Breton -- the dominant language in that era/area -- to transcribe the exact words of slogans, songs, announcements, etc. Now. I speak a little Breton. A very little Breton, but enough to know that "Pemp real a vo" did not translate directly to "twenty-five sous per hour" -- "pemp" means five, not twenty-five. It bugged me enough that I eventually went and got my Breton-French dictionnary: a "real" is worth five sous. A literal translation would be "Five five-sous we'll get" (the "per hour" is implied).

There was another moment where I also had to fetch the dictionnary because I got tripped up by sentence structure in the Breton vs the French translation. So I would appreciate literal translations as well as accurate ones -- though possibly this is mostly because or where my language skills are: were I better or worse, I'm not sure I would have cared or noticed.

What is your preference for in-text translations? Literal, accurate, both? A secret other option?

Crafting

Jun. 23rd, 2025 03:19 pm
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Hey all, if you'd like to join the crafting hangout, it is tonight from 6-8pm ET!
 
Video encouraged but not required!
 
Topic: Crafting Hangout
Time: Mondays 6:00 PM Eastern Time (US and Canada)
 
Join Zoom Meeting
 
Meeting ID: 973 2674 2763

Inca Trail: Day 4

Jun. 23rd, 2025 07:16 pm
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Day 4 started at 3:30am in the morning because we were supposed to meet up with the rest of our party at 11am at Machu Picchu which was about 14km away. Most of the rest of the camp got up and set out around the same time for reasons that were less clear to me - maybe the general plan is to get to Machu Picchu before lunch and then spend the afternoon in the city.

Anyway, this meant the first hour of the walk was in the dark going down steep steps with head torches which, once the novelty had worn off, wasn't much fun. We were, presumably, missing some stunning views.

The first ruin of the day was Intipata. This involved a slight diversion off the Inca road itself. According to Wilbert no one had even known it was there until a forest fire about 25 years ago. It's a bit difficult to convey it in photographs, especially as we don't seem to have managed to take any which have any people in for a sense of scale. It was huge, each individual terrace rising above our heads. As far as one can tell, it was a farm.

Photos under the cut )

We then went to Wiñay Wayna which was very similar except that Wilbert insisted it was a laboratory not a farm. We had previously seen another Inca "Laboratory" at Moray but were somewhat confused by the distinction. Laboratories, we were told, were convex while farms were concave. The convex shape caused microclimates at each terrace and you could see different plants were grown on each terrace so it was obvious that the Inca's were experimenting. B. and I felt a frew crucial steps were missing here for something to be called an experiment, as opposed to growing things where they grow best. I was actually getting rather tired at this point so I just sat down and admired the view at Wiñay Wayna, while B. walked down to look at the buildings disturbing some Llamas who were grazing on the terraces.

More Photos )

Wiñay Wayna was right by a campsite of the same name. It was currently out of use following landslides but was, apparently, where people normally spent the final night on the trail. Having left us to explore Wiñay Wayna, Wilbert sat down and chatted to the various guides and porters working at the camp. When we got back he reported that several other parties had gone past, none going to look at the ruins... which again seemed rather odd. I guess for a lot of poeple the Inca Trail is about the walk and then Machu Picchu and not so much about the less well known ruins along the way.

Once past Wiñay Wayna, we left the controlled part of the Inca Trail. At that point I half expected to start seeing day trippers up from Machu Picchu but we never passed anyone going the other way. Wilbert said this was because day trippers were lazy (Wilbert considered many people lazy, including anyone who spoke Spanish in preference to Quechua) but I would have thought quite a lot of people would like to walk along a bit of an Inca road without necessarily doing so for four days and going over Dead Woman's Pass.

Anyway, we continued for another 5 or so km, mostly on the flat but rising slightly until we came to a set of steps that Wilbert cheerfully informed us were called the "Gringo Killer". He had my measure by now and offered to take my sticks while I clambered up.

Evidence under the Cut )

Then we turned a corner and came out at Inti Punku, the Sun Gate, the ceremonial entrance to Machu Picchu. This is where you get your first glimpse of the city.

Photos )

I'll leave Machu Picchu to another post. We were half an hour "late", but Wilbert had a back-up plan which involved showing us around himself and we bumped into the rest of the party during the tour. I was a little frazzled when we got there - a combination I think of the early start, a fairly long walk and the fact my esim wasn't working so I was out of WhatsApp contact from our other guide and so couldn't coordinate meeting up (I eventually managed to contact him via B's phone). But once I'd sent the WhatsApp message and had something to eat, I cheered up enough to enjoy the city.

I felt even better after a bus ride down to Aguas Calientes and a late lunch.

Evidence of Lunch )

The Youngest Barksdale - Part 9

Jun. 23rd, 2025 07:31 pm
[personal profile] fardell24
It was disappointing that there wasn’t anything she could use against Ms. Li in what Quinn had told her, Daria considered as she entered her room. But she was sure that there was something else she could use. ‘Just not right now.’ She had to settle into Lawndale first.


“Daria?” Helen asked. “You talked to Quinn?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“Nothing I can use against the principal, just the modelling agency,” Daria explained.

“I expected that,” Helen said.

“It’s going to take a while,” Daria said. “Probably longer than with the previous schools.”

Helen wondered what those other schools were like.


The next day, Daria met Scarlett and Andrea before school.

“So, what did you find out?” Scarlett asked.

Daria then told them of what her sister and niece had said.


“Nothing new then,” Scarlett said when Daria had finished.

“That’s right,” Andrea said.

“And so, we’ll need to find out other stuff,” Daria said.

“I agree,” Andrea said.

“Same,” Scarlett added.


The day was as usual, although rumors about what had happened to Val spread. Daria did her best to ignore them. However, Quinn and her friends came up to her as school let out.

“Quinn?” Daria asked.

“I should let you know, um, Daria,” Stacy said.

“Let Quinn say!” Sandi interjected.

“Sorry!” Stacy said.

“What?” Daria asked with a glare at Sandi.

“Rumors about what happened to Val,” Quinn answered.

“I see, although I should say that it was Andrea and Ms. Li who were actually there,” Daria said.

“I know that,” Quinn said.

“So, what are these rumors?” Daria asked.

“That you had sabotaged Andrea’s chances,” Sandi said.

“And how would I have done that?” Daria asked.

Sandi shrugged and looked at her pedicured nails.

“Well?” Daria asked.

“Like, I’m not sure how, but that’s what I heard,” Sandi answered.

“Or are you spreading them yourself?” Daria asked.

“Dar-i-a!” Quinn exclaimed.

Sandi was aghast. “Of course not!”

Daria could see that she was telling the truth. “Then it was someone else who started it.”

“I have some idea,” Sandi said.

“Which is?”

“Tori Jericho, or someone she’s friends with,” Sandi answered.

“Tori is well known for repeating anything she hears,” Stacy said.

“Then let’s find her,” Daria suggested.

“OK,” Quinn said.

“But we have to be quick. She leaves rather quickly when school lets out,” Sandi said.

“Got it.”


They quickly walked out of the school to the front entrance.

They looked around, but they didn’t see Tori. “So, she’s blonde, right?” Daria asked.

“Yes,” Quinn answered.

“To her shoulders, usually worn loose,” Stacy added.

“Got it,” Daria said. “But I have noticed that there are many blondes at the school.”

“Like, we’ll see her,” Sandi said.

“Got it.”

Thank you!!

Jun. 22nd, 2025 11:55 am
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Thank you so much to everyone who left comments on my solstice/anniversary post. ♥ ♥ ♥ I don't know whether I'll manage to reply to you all individually, but I have been loving reading them!
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I posted a while ago about how I'd been really getting into pottery this year. That remains true, and shows no signs of stopping. It's just so fun! I still take a 3-hour class once a week at a member-owned studio near me; I think wistfully about spending more time on it too, but for various reasons including but not limited to the busyness of my life in general, that dedicated weekly slot is what works right now.

Back in late February, I spotted a flyer that someone had hung up on the studio bulletin board. It was a call for Boston-area artists to submit art inspired by Octavia Butler's Parable of the Sower, as part of an art show and book circle event co-organized by two local stores, The Local Hand and JustBook-ish.

I'd been meaning to read Parable of the Sower for ages, and the idea of doing a pottery piece inspired by a book seemed really fun -- like a Yuletide prompt, but for physical objects. Also, if your piece was accepted, you got a $500 stipend and 75% of the sale price if your piece sold, and let's be real, that was also extremely motivating.

And motivation was useful! Because the deadline was just over a month away. Pottery has a lot of built-in wait time while things dry, get fired, etc, so on a once-a-week schedule that was going to be pretty tight.

So I read the book, and loved it -- I'd been told that it was brilliant, which it is, and that it's brutal, which it is, but all of the (accurate!) discussions of its brutality hadn't conveyed the fierce pragmatism and focus of how Butler writes hope and community, and that's what I loved most -- and by the next week, I had a plan.

About my piece, and the process, and also noodling about pottery and art -- this got very long )

hot days

Jun. 22nd, 2025 03:15 pm
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this is the last day we are open for strawberry picking. the season is ending with a sputter, the rain has done the berries in. There is a few out there and will continue to be, but it isn't worth being open. It is currently 85F with 77% humidity, so the real feel is at 90 although there is a good breeze today. Tomorrow and tuesday will be worse. The air is so thick. Raspberries and blueberries are ripening early, the first blueberries have color already even though they weren't ripe, same with the raspberries, so we'll need to be ready to open for those. 

I helped my dad lay plastic in the field this morning and it was still almost too wet to get the machine in the ground, it's wild how much rain we've had. We got extremely lucky, there was a storm that came through just east of us, traveling south east in a line that fully missed us. But it was likely to be a couple inches of rain if it had hit us. 

I have a fan in my little building so I'm fine while I do computer work and wait for the stragglers to come and pick. Bonkers that people are coming to pick right now. Not many but still. 

I'm planning to get up early the next two days, work for a while and take afternoons off to go sit in the creek. 

Yesterday, we closed the strawberries since there wasn't a lot ripe and I went and did a fun thing. I drove up to The Shire of Sterlynge Vayle for the Spring AEthelmearc Academy and had a nice time. It was a very low key and chill event, with classes being decent and I chatted with a bunch of random people. Lunch was delayed for an hour and I'll admit, it was running low by the time I got to line, so it wasn't super filling. I got really tired around mid-day as well, so I spent some of the extra time dozing a little bit. I learned about how viking sails were made, silk spinning and accidentally learned fingerloop braiding. I also was the only person to stop in for the Sign Herald class, and learned a bunch and also that might be a thing I could commit to trying to do. Mistress Gytha taught me and I felt a bit bad for her since she said she was the only one doing sign herald work in the kingdom more or less. So there's a need and I have the basics down. So I might try and brush up on it. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to stay for court to see Mistress Gytha sign. With the lunch delay and how tired I was, I headed home after the fingerloop braiding class and got home around 5:30pm and was so tired. I met some nice people in the kingdom that I might see again at other events. I want to go to the A & S Faire but I suspect it's too soon to get another saturday off farm work unless it rains that day. Which it might given how the weather is going. 

A mistake I made was wearing my binder the whole day. I usually wear it all day and it's fine and I felt fine when I put it on, but I forgot that something about my truck seat makes the binder uncomfortable. Regular seats are fine, standing is fine, just my truck seat. So lingering coughs from the illness were aggravated and my seat irritated my chest. Next time I'll bring something to change into for the drives out and back. 

I'm hoping the Chatelaine for the local group gets back to me soon, but if they don't, I'll need to find some other way to contact them. I would really like to get involved with the local SCA group....

I think the illness I had might have been the new covid strain. My mom tested negative, but it's possible her tests were expired. But it sounds a lot like what I had and also it's lingering in a way that most stuff normally doesn't. The snot continues and the cough is still going although it might be aftereffects. I'm pretty tired still in a dozing off in the evenings before bed. But also there's a lot going on and the weather is hot, so it all might be contributing. 

After we close at 5, I'm going to do some mowing with the little stinker (has a roof) and then go down to the creek to dunk myself. Lots of water and electrolytes. Napping. 

Church notes - 22nd June 2025

Jun. 22nd, 2025 05:48 pm
[personal profile] fardell24
Matthew 3:13 -17
Jesus's baptism
Look at it in context.

Bringing the message of who God is.

The start of Jesus's Ministry.

Random brain worm OTD

Jun. 22nd, 2025 12:01 pm
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[personal profile] mergatrude
And now if 'ere by chance I put
My fingers into glue
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe

Anyone who recognises this without using a search engine has my admiration, because it took me the best part of half an hour to remember enough lines to trigger recognition. ;-)

In the 'random drive-by rec' category...

I need to preface this by saying that The Murderbot Diaries are currently so important to me that I generally avoid fanfic. The canon is precious and I don't want it to get blurry with other people's stories, no matter how good they are (generally, I'm happy to roll around in the giant sandbox we made out of media). That said, the following fic beautifully laid out some things that it made my eyes leak a little. Bonus awesome fanart linked at the end.

rogue condition (8092 words) by shamoosh
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Asshole Research Transport/Murderbot (Murderbot Diaries)
Characters: Murderbot (Murderbot Diaries), Asshole Research Transport (Murderbot Diaries), SecUnit 3 (Murderbot Diaries)
Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Kink, Overstimulation, Post-Book 7: System Collapse, the rewards of being loved, 2 bots 1 hardware, once again it's only EMOTIONALLY horny, konmari the governor module, fuck it we’ll do it live school of kink negotiation, Sharing a Body
Series: Part 2 of sandbox environment
Summary:

You can’t be this stupid, ART said, which was insulting but also relieving, because it never talked to me that way during the trauma treatment. Maybe this wouldn’t turn into a BARF after all. Turn off your governor module, you idiot. It’s giving you brain worms.



It was -7C here this morning. I made sure to wear gloves when hanging out the washing. Hope you're all doing okay. ♥

Solstice 2025

Jun. 21st, 2025 12:35 am
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[personal profile] sholio
In 2000, I was married on the summer solstice, and we decided at that time that the solstice would forever be our anniversary, no matter what day it fell on. This year is our 25th - silver! we made it to a valuable metal! - and we met at the place we were married (Pioneer Park aka Alaskaland, a local park with food concessions) to revisit the pavilion in which we were married, and have a takeout dinner (halibut/Thai/Brazilian fusion tacos; it was delicious). We took a number of terrible selfies, and completely by accident, especially given that it was taken on a timer with my phone which was propped up in a crack in a picnic table, we achieved what may be my favorite picture of us in all the time we've been together.

A man and woman in ordinary street clothes stand beneath a high wooden pavilion, kissing. He is much taller and she is standing on her tiptoes. Trees and summer background.

I never realized that I lift my heels off the ground when I kiss him, but apparently I do. That's what a foot of height difference will do for you.

We came home to ash and charred needles dropping on my car hood from a wildfire north of town.

bits of charred needles on red car hood

Yesterday we had a fire evacuation scare, and still have the fully packed bags sitting in our living room. Today we're fine, despite a gentle rain of ash. I can't wait for the next 25 years.

Babylon 5 fic: As Far As You Can Go

Jun. 21st, 2025 12:08 am
sholio: Londo from Babylon 5 smiling (B5-Londo)
[personal profile] sholio
Continuing, as in most new fandoms, to write All The Tropes for them ...

As Far As You Can Go (gen, 3000 words)
Also posted on AO3
Summary: Set a little after "No Surrender, No Retreat." Still trying to figure out how to navigate their new truce, G'Kar has the unpleasant experience of having to rescue Londo from a situation of his own making.

As Far As You Can Go )

horror movies and things

Jun. 20th, 2025 09:38 pm
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[personal profile] snickfic
Masters of Horror: Cigarette Burns. In John Carpenter's episode of the horror anthology series, a guy (Norman Reedus) who finds rare movie prints is hired to find one that may no longer exist after horrific violence broke out on the night it was shown. I love stories about haunted media, and the haunted media parts of this were solid. Unlike Antrum: The Deadliest Movie Ever Made, this mostly resisted the temptation of actually showing us the cursed movie, but the effects as our guy gets closer to finding it are satisfyingly disturbing. It even gets pretty gory towards the end, which I was not expecting.

That said, it's weirdly paced and very talky, and the main character should have been played by someone older, because Norman Reedus with his baby face absolutely cannot sell this role. Also, IMO it really mishandled the reveal spoilers )

--

Sator (2021). A man lives in a cabin in the woods while trying to discover what happened to his mother, who may have been taken by a demon that she and her mother both claimed to hear messages from. This movie doesn't have much dialogue, is very poorly lit, and relies heavily on the viewer being able to recognize and distinguish faces to distinguish what's happening, which I'm pretty bad at, so overall I understood only the broadest strokes of this movie. I think I would really like the movie that I think it was trying to be, a story of an inherited gift/curse and how it affects and has affected different members of the family, but I need a bit more than this movie could give me.

In particular,
spoilery questions )

I will say the spooky woodsy vibes were very good, and despite being objectively pretty slow, I was engaged the whole time. Also, the actress playing the grandma with dementia was fantastic. Loved her.

Overall I don't recommend this one, but if you watch it, I would love to know what you think happens in it.

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