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Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 15:56
Bright as yellow. #nofilter
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 11:36
Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/RL6uDj at April 23, 2014 at 04:30AM
copperbadge: eruvadhril replied to your post:Answers About Kindereggs Hey, Sam, tell us about how...
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eruvadhril replied to your post:Answers About Kindereggs

Hey, Sam, tell us about how you used to make bootleg hooch under your sink in college!

WELL I’LL TELL YOU, all you really need to make alcohol is yeast, sugar, and fruit juice. When I was doing some research in some old newspapers, I came across a recipe for “dorm wine” — you mix yeast and sugar in the bottom of a large jug, then add fruit juice concentrate and fill the jug with water (I used a 2-liter soda bottle). You tape a balloon over the mouth of the jug to prevent bugs and dust getting in but to allow for gas expansion as everything ferments, and after about two weeks, when the balloons have deflated, you have decent but nigh-undrinkable alcohol.

The key to making it drinkable is to age it in the fridge for at least a few weeks; the longer it ages the better it tastes. I made “apple jack” and “red wine” this way. It was pretty mellow, probably not any higher alcohol content than most beer, but if you’re 19 and can’t buy booze yet, a couple of bucks for a 2-L of beer isn’t bad.

If you’re concerned about someone noticing what you’re buying, get flour and stuff and pretend you’re going to try making bread with the yeast. (Get baking powder as well, and make pancakes.)
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 20:12
People here may remember that during 2012 I was regularly posting pictures of Everest (Sagarmatha/Chomolungma) and its 2012 climbing season as a metaphor for the final push to finish my PhD.

I doubt I'll ever so much as see the mountain, but nevertheless having appropriated it as a metaphor for my own decidedly non-life threatening and unrelated personal enterprise, I acknowledge and mourn the deaths of 16 men on April 18:

Mingma Nuru Sherpa
Dorji Sherpa
Ang Tshiri Sherpa
Nima Sherpa
Phurba Ongyal Sherpa
Lakpa Tenjing Sherpa
Chhiring Ongchu Sherpa
Dorjee Khatri
Then Dorjee Sherpa
Phur Temba Sherpa
Pasang Karma Sherpa
Asman Tamang
Tenzing Chottar Sherpa
Ankaji Sherpa
Pem Tenji Sherpa
Ash Bahadur Gurung

(Per Nepali report and Alan Arnette.)

China Tibet Himalaya
Photo by Bernard Goldbach

More from synedochic and Jon Krakauer.
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Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 03:03
I haven't quite psyched myself up to dust off my DW code yet, although my outstanding vgifts code did get committed, and I'm pleased about that. I still have quite a few other branches dangling, though, and some of them just need testing, which means updating my dev environment. Ugh.

In the meantime, I've been spending my time lately writing lightweight webapps using the Perl Dancer framework. I love how little code it requires to get a simple idea up and running, with no "dev environment" at all. Since the web service is built in, I don't have to fuss around with Apache, and it's very easy to attach the Perl debugger if things begin to act weird.

One of my Dancer projects is on Github: Clean All The Things, a tool for tracking housework task status. When I first started that project, it was just a command line script and a database file, but it has gradually grown in complexity. I'm very pleased with how it's turned out, though.

I love using Template Toolkit. I love how it separates the page display logic from the rest of the code, but is still powerful enough to handle concepts like FOREACH. I love that I can edit a page template and reload my browser to see the changes without having to restart the web server. I love how each call to render a template passes its own little package of variables to use, so I don't have to worry about scoping. I don't think I'll ever want to write web pages any other way again.

I do still bump up against occasional quirks, though. Today I was writing a page that used hardcoded hash keys of the form "foo.2a" and TT interpreted that as "foo.2" followed by an unexpected token "a". I had to write it as foo.${'2a'} before it could understand me.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I have been writing code lately, and I'll try to transition back into coding for Dreamwidth after I finish my current pet project.
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Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 00:53
Today my manager was Out, and I used the 1:1 time shoving things into boxes, and reconciling papers with computers, and pulling things out of closets.

I popped by the desktop office with two briefcases full of ancient Latitude mumblety-something versions. Poor long-suffering Chip. Then I returned with a third briefcase, because there was really nowhere else to put it.

As part of this whole exercise, various things are being put out for salvage, such as the tablecloths of bad mojo, and a whole bunch of random swag. People from the team were coming up to me the whole day, asking whether I had any left. The vultures claimed it all, very quickly.

Transporting an array of coffee syrup bottles coherently is less fun than you might imagine. This is complicated by the need for everything to be in boxes -- if I thought I could get away with it, I would have left it intact and just carried it across and down myself. But probably not, no. So all the syrups went in one box. I top each box with my email address, just in case the external labeling fails and I have an orphaned box found somewhere.

So there was the matter of getting the syrup pumps out of the bottles. This involved unscrewing, draining, rinsing, and being careful about angles. I had a little more coffee than usual due to using up the drained syrup.

One of the bottles was the ill-favoured cherry-lime. I left that in the traditional free-stuff place.

I got the notice that I was accepted in to the transition pilot for the leap from Exchange 2007 to 2013. In the absence of my Overlady, I had to check her inbox to make sure she'd got the same message (because we go as a unit). In said inbox, I found a question from the PM on the other end of my block. So I hit the database again, and shook it until candy fell out, and this time I was careful to reply as myself and not as my Overlady. So another PM is learning where the information comes from.

One of the mover guys came past my cube and asked was I going to use all those boxes. Yes. Yes, I was.

The PM down the corner is not sure when she's moving, but she thinks it's soon. She is also going to be out of the state next week sometime. This may interact poorly. I bequeathed her two of my boxes -- when I run out, I can request more, but if she's going to be out of the office, she has a limited time window for packing.

The large metal rooster goes in the box before the lava lamp.

I saw JD checking in vaguely near where I was at, and called to ask if he needed a ride home. He allowed as how that might be good. Various communications later, I made my escape and headed in the direction of dinner. (Purple was delighted to learn of a place that did Mongolian beef in the general area, but was staying Somewhat Later.) I joined JD and his hiking buddy. Om nom nom beef.

When I headed out from work, the cherry-lime syrup bottle was still as I'd left it.

I had forgotten how very much I dislike driving and parking near Castro Street in Mountain View. It is not my favorite thing. Fortunately, parking garage. Fortunately, legs.

Then I drove JD home. Yay!

The Starbucks near my friendly neighborhood Trader Joe's is open hella late. I got a cookie. Then I came home and finished up my step count while detangling and re-braiding my hair.
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 06:56
It's time for today's picture of Ginny draped over my knee and laptop being painfully cute. Earlier she unplugged my monitor cord. With her chin.
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Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 23:32
Oh thank god, today was a good day. I'm at work, with my most difficult client--but after a month straight of an ongoing pitched battle, I have finally won the Yes There Are Rules And You Are Going To Follow Them fight. So today we managed a lovely dinner and outing where we had no meltdowns or big acts of rulebreaking, no rocks were thrown at people or seagulls, and my shoulders were not tuned like piano wires before bedtime even rolled around. Tonight after bedtime I even got some work in on a job application for a posting that closes this week!

Also: Sometimes I fret over some flaw or infelicity in my appearance, the kind of thing someone would notice only if they scrutinized me closely. And on Monday, I got a haircut and lost a foot of hair, so now my hair ends in a long bob that does the flippy thing framing my face an inch above my shoulders. No one in my life has commented on it. So this is a reminder to me when I get all super self-conscious: I notice these things way more than other people do.

(I do like my hair, tho. ^_^)

Oh hey, have I ever defined neg-stimming for people? That's, "negative self-stimulation" as in "deliberately going out and looking for things that will make you feel bad or upset." For example: I can't deal with gore and violent injury. And yet, every so often I go read about serial killers on Wikipedia with some kind of sick fascination, clicking more links even as I rock with disgusted revulsion. I also used to read things like anon memes where people were talking about how fans like me were totally horrible, which fed my fear that people in my life secretly hated me.

Neg-stimming is kind of like the traumatic repetition compulsion. "I will do the bad thing again, and this time I will do it right!" Which is how you wind up being sucked into yet another argument with someone you know is toxic, or volunteering for a situation which will provably push you past your limits. A lot of the time the idea is, "If I were only braver/stronger/tougher, this would work!" instead of just walking away and coming up on the problem later from a totally different angle.

Then there is also, of course, just the pleasure of brainweasels being able to croon, "Yesss. I was right. My overclocked worries were good worries. Look how validating this is. I are a smart weasel." It feels kind of satisfying and necessary, despite the big DON'T FEED THE BRAINWEASELS signs, and the fact that it is neither.

So I'm not saying neg-stimming is bad. One of my healthy, adaptive coping mechanisms has always been finding out just how bad my worst-case scenario would be, so it's not some great unknown. ("Okay, so, if I fail this course I won't get my tuition back, but I will be able to re-register and try again four more times...") It's just something to be aware of: "Am I neg-stimming, or does this serve a useful purpose?"

Then, without judging or blaming yourself, you can learn to disengage and go do something else that's less brain-killing, even if no more enlightening. I'm a fan of Candy Crush, myself.
Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 21:41
Yay, glasses are fixable for not-much-money (the dude at the Pearle took pity on me and rung them up as a different repair) and since the frames are still made, they're just ordering a new pair of the same frames and popping the existing lenses into them. Shouldn't be too long.

...mind you, until then I have to wear my old ones, but still.
Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 17:49
Previously unread

YA urban fantasy, I think. I can't say much about it without giving it all away, but there are things happening, consequences and assorted stuff like that. On the whole, I approve.
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Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 10:36
I AM GOING TO SET WORDPRESS ON FIRE WITH THE POWER OF MY MIND IF IT LEVELS THE BUILDING.
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Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 16:22
Oh my god it's been a long time since I've fallen head first into a fic like I did into this one. I had to take several breaks while reading because MY FACE HURT FROM SMILING.

the bones of what you believe (21623 words) by hawksjolras
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hockey RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Brandon Bollig/Brandon Saad/Andrew Shaw, Brandon Bollig/Brandon Saad, Brandon Saad/Andrew Shaw, Brandon Bollig/Andrew Shaw
Summary: Brandon kneels because it’s what he’s supposed to do. It’s part of being a rookie, it’s part of belonging, it’s part of hockey.

Full disclosure: the reason I read this fic so quickly after it was posted (despite the characters not normally interesting me) is because the author contacted me a while ago to say that they'd read my Tyler Seguin/Jaime Benn kneeling AU fic and were writing their own fic set in that verse and then told me when it was finished and posted. (I WAS SO EXCITED! This is such a great AU concept and I want MOAR PEOPLE to play with it! I actually think hockey in UNIQUELY suited for this particular AU and wish to see it fully explored.)

This story's protagonist is not actually a super touchy-feely person with a giant fondness for praise kink, but I, as a touchy-feely person with a giant fondness for praise kink, certainly felt like it was WRITTEN FOR ME.

This story has SO MUCH HUGGING. And PRAISE. and KINDNESS. And people taking care of each other in small but significant ways. IT IS EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED. For future reference: THIS IS HOW I LIKE MY PRAISE KINK. So, so, so awesome oh my god. UGH I want ONE BILLION STORIES set in this kneeling AU jesus fuck.

I just. At every juncture this story did not disappoint. It treats its characters with such respect and nuance and shows power exchange dynamics in SUCH A GREAT WAY (where people are different things to each other depending on where they are, in what context, what room, which day, what mood) and just. SO MANY FAVORITE MOMENTS. It was like a gentle deconstruction of so many tropes I've been longing to see properly deconstructed.

Anyway, go, read, enjoy, leave feedback, write me more of this.
Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 02:17
What can I say about today?

Work & lunch & stuff. )

The guest speaker was Ken Thompson. Everyone was very excited. It was an interview with one of the senior dudes, who had a compilation of prepared questions. It was great fun to listen to.

At one point, it transpired that Ken had brought something for show-and-tell, in case things got slow. It was an Enigma machine. We were duly impressed. He told the story of how he had come by it (lost the coin flip, but later inherited it) and the other fellow held it up so we all could see. Ooo.

Eventually they opened up the floor for questions. Ever since he'd mentioned Berkeley specifically by name, my brain had been going down the breaking-things path. (The story of my father vs. the variable speed card reader goes here.) As I listened and grabbed the occasional picture, I thought about what the best question might be. What about the most expensive thing he had broken?

Some questions later, it solidified in my mind, and I caught the attention of the guy with the microphone. I held it carefully as Ken answered the previous question (and handed it back to the guy who'd asked the previous question when he needed to clarify, because some things just need amplification). And soon enough it was my turn.

The question I asked was shaped a little like this: Breaking things can often be a significant part of a computer person's life. Could he talk a little bit about some of the more interesting times he tried to break something, broke something, or almost broke something?

I noticed absently that my voice, amplified and re-broadcast over the speakers, was clear, full of humor, and without raspiness or hesitation. It was a reasonably nice voice. Apparently I've been coming to terms with it.

The question was wildly popular; as I sat back, my #cupcake compatriots congratulated me on an excellent question. He settled in to give us context and then a hell of a story. I will do my best to relate it; I've been poking around to see if there's a better version up online elsewhere somewhere. However! There were no few times that he'd in fact had written permission to fuck all sorts of shit up, and in one particular workplace, they'd been in the habit of leaving little easter eggs for him inside the hospital mainframe, with taunting messages to the effect that he could never get this one. And in his pursuit of this particular one, he had managed to de-couple the login function from the password file that it was supposed to check, with the result that there would be no more logins. And he couldn't get them back together. (Appropriate noises from the audience.) However! He had two terminals open. And he was still logged in over there. And he managed to discern that he could make the login program check for a password against the terminal. And he did. And he was back in. And hooooooo boy the stuff he could get into. And after that, this trick was in his arsenal.

There were more questions, and more answers. Read more... )
Monday, April 21st, 2014 23:35
1. Sales in my departments are doing so good compared to last year that when the vice president of the company came by today, he asked my manager what we were doing that they were so high when other stores were struggling to even reach 100% (I'm at about 120% right now).

2. I'm glad I work at a grocery store, since unless I walk, I can't even go to the store now because while I have a bike, I have no lock for it! (I should order one from Amazon or something, I guess. Bleh. Anyone have recs for U-lock type locks?)

3. The weather's so nice right now. Looks like it will stay that way for the rest of the week, at least (I didn't look at the extended forecast at all).
Monday, April 21st, 2014 22:23
...The bridge of my glasses just snapped while I was cleaning them o.O

Mutter. On the one hand, I have both contact lenses and my old pair of glasses to fall back on. On the other hand, the contact lenses don't have the astigmatism correction and the old glasses are a slightly weaker prescription and aren't the high-def lenses. (And boy, let me tell you, if you're considering the high-def lenses when you get your next pair, if you spend any time at all staring at a screen, do it. I was wondering if I was really imagining the difference, until I put on the old pair and went ...oh, right.)

I put on the old glasses. I realized that wearing them would mean spending the next eight hours with a screaming headache bumping into things. I put in the lenses. I will now spend the next eight hours thinking the world has gone unexpectedly two-dimensional, but it's better than the migraines, at least?

Mutter.
Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 02:28
I think the reason there's an entire societal mess around "I am sorry" ("I recognise that I have done you a wrong and accept culpability" versus "wow, this situation is absolute shite and I wish to express commiserations") is in part because "I regret" has become old-fashioned/lawyerspeak. Thoughts? Not an exact mapping, but I think there is something there.
Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 01:25
In... nine hours' time I am giving a talk to a bunch of 11yos about why geology is awesome. Consequently I have just finished putting together a presentation, and I am going to find it easier to type my notes on what to say for each slide into this box than I would do to put it anywhere else. I suspect it is pitched entirely wrong but um I am out of cope for doing anything else.

In related news, I Will Never Leave This Basement Again, But Maybe I Am Finally Getting Data?

Slide notes )
Monday, April 21st, 2014 17:41
Previously unread.

A short story collection, trying to determine, once and forever, which are the better mythical entities, zombies or unicorns. There are multiple shorts, trying to make the point one way or another. The answer is, of course either "neither" or "both". Personally I am rather over the whole "zombie" thing and think unicorns are sneaky, totalitarian stomp-machines secretly trying to kill us all. So, nah, neither is my preferred mythical entity.

On the other hand, the collection is pretty good reading. So, if you care about the whole debate, one way or another, or if you don't, it may be worth picking this up.
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Monday, April 21st, 2014 14:10
I deal incredibly badly with people apologising to me for the wrong thing (i.e. not the thing I'm upset about), and I think I have worked out why: (1) it substitutes their judgment of the situation for my own*, and (2) it is frequently used to shut down any attempt to discuss the actual issue.

I've got enough history with (2) to cause problems in and of itself; combined with my Other History with respect to people treating me like I'm incompetent (and especially treating me like I'm incompetent when they don't have sufficient knowledge/information to make that call) and the interactions of that with (1), everything sort of explodes.

* which is a shitty, agency-denying baseline to start an apology from...
Monday, April 21st, 2014 11:55
Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/1i6WiQe at April 21, 2014 at 04:30AM
tomhiddlesismyspiritanimal: anyankaleigh: baddiebey: this...
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anyankaleigh:

baddiebey:

this is like my fave joke

okay that shit was good.
Monday, April 21st, 2014 05:26
Mondays, every week, let's celebrate ourselves, to start the week right. Tell me what you're proud of. Tell me what you accomplished last week, something -- at least one thing -- that you can turn around and point at and say: I did this. Me. It was tough, but I did it, and I did it well, and I am proud of it, and it makes me feel good to see what I accomplished. Could be anything -- something you made, something you did, something you got through. Just take a minute and celebrate yourself. Either here, or in your journal, but somewhere.

(And if you feel uncomfortable doing this in public, I've set this entry to screen any anonymous comments, so if you want privacy, comment anonymously and I won't unscreen it. Also: yes, by all means, cheer each other on when you see something you want to give props to!)
Monday, April 21st, 2014 04:29
Why did nobody tell me until just now that Mark Ruffalo and Matt Bomer are starring in a HBO adaptation of Larry Kramer's The Normal Heart? OMG.
Monday, April 21st, 2014 02:00
Cat, there is no way that can be comfortable. (she's draped half over my knee, half on the desk, sound asleep and snoring a little.)
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Sunday, April 20th, 2014 22:59
1. I had a nice, relaxing day off. I slept in until around 9.30 (that's late for me now!), made a delicious brunch of scrambled eggs, hash browns, and arabiki sausage, and then spent the day watching old Simpsons episodes and working on manga.

2. Finally, finally, FINALLY, I got a new chapter of Gunjo posted! I really thought I'd never be able to continue with this one, so it's pretty exciting.

3. The other day I beat a level of Candy Crush I'd been stuck on for months. I'd pretty much given up on ever getting past it and really wasn't playing the game much anymore. Then all of a sudden I beat it! And now the game is fun again! (Until I get stuck on another level forever...)
Sunday, April 20th, 2014 22:05


Title: Gunjo
Original Title: 群青 (Gunjou)
Author: Nakamura Ching
Publisher: Ikki Comics
Genre: Seinen
Status in Japan: 3 volumes, complete
Scanlator: Megchan's Scanlations feat. Maar + HappyScans! + Kotonoha
Scanlation Status: Ongoing
More Info: Baka Updates

Summary: Out of desperation, a woman asks an old high school friend to kill her abusive husband for her. The friend, having long been in love with this woman, does it, and now they are on the run from the law.

Chapter Summary: Having thrown away all their money when they decided to turn themselves in, the two women now find themselves in an even worse situation after changing their minds and running away from the cops. It's a cold, rainy night and they can't seem to find so much as a bench with an overhang under which to rest.



Chapter 11
Sunday, April 20th, 2014 22:11
Perfume sniff notes! 9 BPAL scents: Rogue, The Rose, Dragon's Tears, Bastet, Tzadikim Nistarim, Sea of Glass, Djinn, Euphrosyne, Omen.

9 scent reviews )
Sunday, April 20th, 2014 19:39
I picked up a Panasonic BDT-230 a couple of months ago. Then I discovered that even though it appeared fairly straightforward to make it DVD region free (I have a large pile of PAL region 2 DVDs), the US models refuse to play back PAL content. We live in an era of software-defined functionality. While Panasonic could have designed a separate hardware SKU with a hard block on PAL output, that would seem like unnecessary expense. So, playing with the firmware seemed like a reasonable start.

Panasonic provide a nice download site for firmware updates, so I grabbed the most recent and set to work. Binwalk found a squashfs filesystem, which was a good sign. Less good was the block at the end of the firmware with "RSA" written around it in large letters. The simple approach of hacking the firmware, building a new image and flashing it to the device didn't appear likely to work.

Which left dealing with the installed software. The BDT-230 is based on a Mediatek chipset, and like most (all?) Mediatek systems runs a large binary called "bdpprog" that spawns about eleventy billion threads and does pretty much everything. Runnings strings over that showed, well, rather a lot, but most promisingly included a reference to "/mnt/sda1/vudu/vudu.sh". Other references to /mnt/sda1 made it pretty clear that it was the mount point for USB mass storage. There were a couple of other constraints that had to be satisfied, but soon attempting to run Vudu was actually setting a blank root password and launching telnetd.

/acfg/config_file_global.txt was the next stop. This is a set of tokens and values with useful looking names like "IDX_GB_PTT_COUNTRYCODE". I tried changing the values, but unfortunately made a poor guess - on next reboot, the player had reset itself to DVD region 5, Blu Ray region C and was talking to me in Russian. More inconveniently, the Vudu icon had vanished and I couldn't launch a shell any more.

But where there's one obvious mechanism for running arbitrary code, there's probably another. /usr/local/bin/browser.sh contained the wonderful line:
export LD_PRELOAD=/mnt/sda1/bbb/libSegFault.so
, so then it was just a matter of building a library that hooked open() and launched inetd and dropping that into the right place, and then opening the browser.

This time I set the country code correctly, rebooted and now I can actually watch Monkey Dust again. Hurrah! But, at the same time, concerning. This software has been written without any concern for security, and it listens on the network by default. If it took me this little time to find two entirely independent ways to run arbitrary code on the device, it doesn't seem like a stretch to believe that there are probably other vulnerabilities that can be exploited with less need for physical access.

The depressing part of this is that there's no reason to believe that Panasonic are especially bad here - especially since a large number of vendors are shipping much the same Mediatek code, and so probably have similar (if not identical) issues. The future is made up of network-connected appliances that are using your electricity to mine somebody else's Dogecoin. Our nightmarish dystopia may be stranger than expected.
Sunday, April 20th, 2014 23:24
Previously unread.

This book seems to hover in the narrow crack between the noir detective, the police procedural and the milSF.

We have roughly two primary viewpoint characters (there is a third we see only briefly as one), one is a disillusioned cop, with a drinking problem and a slide downwards. The other is the XO of a water ship plying its trade in the Belt, finding ice asteroids to mine ice from.

Then things start going strange and weird, in a distinctly odd way. Not helped by our XO's habit of releasing anything that could possibly be interpreted as incriminating on the open airwaves.

On the whole, I enjoyed it, even if both of the main characters make me go "argh, spend another 10-20 seconds thinking, damnit!"
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Sunday, April 20th, 2014 22:18
These greens are even tastier than they look. Garlic+chili oil #ftw.
Sunday, April 20th, 2014 20:45
Ducked out in their Easter and Marathon finery.
Sunday, April 20th, 2014 17:34
Interestingly, this is one of the relatively few things my father got right in bringing us up - for values of "right" that do not include "actually expressing it well or compassionately", in that he tended to phrase it not as "intent isn't magic" but "intent doesn't matter".

I think this plays into some of what I've been working through. To use the treading-on-toes example, how badly something affects me has two components: the direct physical effect ("someone trod on my toe") and my emotional response ("and I'd repeatedly told this specific person that it's currently broken, and trusted them to be careful of that" has very different impact to "and they're a stranger on the tube").

Intent can't fix the direct damage (it isn't magic), but can be taken into account in modulating the emotional response of the person suffering it (intent can matter). However, whether it matters and how much it matters is entirely up to the person damaged: it does not automatically absolve the person who caused the damage.

It's about agency and respect and all that good stuff.
Sunday, April 20th, 2014 09:33

I had a cup of coffee today. First one since Ash Wednesday and strangely enough, there was an Easter Miracle. My half&half hadn't gone bad. I was very grateful, because I'd been jonesing for a cup for weeks now and you know what?

It's not as good as I remember.

A lot of things are like that. You give them up, hoping to make room for something else in your life and when you can get back to them? Not as awesome as you remember.

(Of course, some of the coffee problem could be that there were little floating bits of half&half in the coffee, but that's ruining my metaphor.)

I made room for something else this Lent and I'm not sure if I want to edge it over for something else that I'd left behind.

Resurrexit vere! Воистину воскрес!

Sunday, April 20th, 2014 09:07

I got my list tree shield done! Not that I expect Brent to fight for me any time soon, but it's also lovely to hang outside my Soulpad. Pictures under here! )

Vert, an owl displayed argent and in chief three bezants. Groza Novgorodskaia is in the Middle-Ages equivalent of the hizzouze. How is hizzouse spelled, anyway? Did I really use used hizzouse? Someone take away the keyboard, please.

And again, another picture. one of these days I'll figure out how to do markdown properly with heights and widths. One day, Gadget! )

Now nobody can deny that I am here. Now to put my badge on EVERYTHING I OWN. Like my heraldry books, which I've already put my badge on. YES I DID. I put in a lozenge because it fit better than in a square. And I like lozenges and for some reason I think it looks better and I'm a girl, so isn't supposed to be in a lozenge anyway or is that wrong?

Here, have an image. see? Lozenge. And printing. )

AND MY BOOKS MY BELOVED BOOKS. I love books. Books are for Winners!
BOOKS FOR THE WINNERS OF ALL. We're in a library! Books are all the weapons you could ever need! )

One of these days I'll have more, but I've got to save money right now.

(Also, how the hell do you put pictures up with imgur and markdown?! I've edited this damn thing SIX TIMES NOW. HTML TO THE RESCUE.)

Sunday, April 20th, 2014 11:43
Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/1gYMtCj at April 20, 2014 at 04:30AM
Tragedies
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"Hella Moon" is not enough letters for a troll name.

I have lost all will to make up twelve Chinese zodiac trolls, the rabbit has to be Hella Moon or life is not worth living.

You can add an h to the end of Hella. 

Hella* Moon, wherein asterisk indicates a footnote as to just how much moon.
Sunday, April 20th, 2014 07:46
I'm fishing for cats!

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Saturday, April 19th, 2014 23:42
1. There's a new limited edition flavor of Haagen Dazs bars: pomegranate dark chocolate. They're sooooo good. *_*

2. Day off tomorrow! I worked last Sunday and then Wednesday spent way too much time getting my mom's computer set up, so I feel like I haven't really had a full day off to just relax and enjoy in a while!

3. Thanks for all the sympathy on the post about my bike. I appreciate it. ♥
Saturday, April 19th, 2014 22:12
(9:57:20 PM) [personal profile] staranise: I've been reading a psychiatry textbook, which is apparently my soothing place
(9:57:38 PM) [personal profile] staranise: and reflecting on how *sensible* some personality disorders sound
(9:58:08 PM) [personal profile] recessional: that miiiight be a sign you're under a bit too much stress, doll.
Saturday, April 19th, 2014 19:12
My bike was stolen today. :( I came out from work tonight and it was just gone. I always lock it to the cart return right in front of the front door of the store, so someone was pretty bold to take it from there. :-/

I'm not sure what I should do now... I really loved that bike! Part of me wants to go down to Performance and see if they have another one just like it in stock and buy that, but what if it gets stolen again? This was always my worry with buying a nice bike. With a crap bike, it sucks if it gets stolen, but it's not such a huge blow. Maybe I should just get a cheap bike off Amazon like I was originally planning. :(

In the meantime, I do still have my old bike, but having just ridden it for a few days again last week while my new bike had a flat (that pisses me off even more! I just paid to have the flat tire repaired and then it was stolen!), it really made me realise even more how nice it is to have a good bike. It was terrible going back to having almost no brakes and all the other problems of the old bike.

One thing I know, whether I get a nice bike or a cheap bike, I'm going to see if I can keep it inside at work during the day rather than lock it outside. There were a couple of other bike-riding guys who used to work there who put their bikes in the back storage area. I didn't want to because it's pretty crowded back there and I didn't want my bike to be in the way, but I'm going to have to insist.
Saturday, April 19th, 2014 16:25
Short Term 12 goes up on my movie list next to Oranges and Sunshine for amazing depictions of the helping professions and trauma.

Short Term 12 itself is a theoretically short-term placement facility for foster children, and the movie centres around the house's lead worker Grace and her boyfriend Mason, who also works at the house. Their work forms the backbone of their charges' days, since they create the safety and stability that give these kids a platform to launch from. God is in the details: Doing morning wake-up rounds, telling kids not to cuss, listening to children's poems and stories, enforcing time-out, and making birthday cupcakes.

The movie is pretty unique in another facet of intergenerational trauma it explores. That's when survivors of shitty childhoods turn around and throw themselves into the work of making things better for the children of today and tomorrow. Grace and Mason are so fiercely willing to go to the mat for these kids because they've been there. And at the same time: their work in all its difficulties has the potential to bring them healing. Being so steeped in a home that is about love and understanding and one's own personal willingness to step up to the plate and put pain into words is beneficial not only for the children, but also their caretakers.

It's also, you know, emotionally shredding.

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Sidenote: I tried the kid who hates reading out on a comic book version of a Batman: The Brave and the Bold episode he's already seen, went to the kitchen to make tea, and came back to find him back at page 1, trying to read it aloud. \o/

So of course I've spent all my time since then worrying that I'll come back to work next week and find that his parents are pissed that I was encouraging his fixations on immoral/violent cartoon characters, and sitting around instead of being physically active, and therefore being forbidden to do that anymore. Let's hope not. *fingers crossed*
Saturday, April 19th, 2014 21:54
Today's Lexington excitement: fire alarm @ridestudiocafe! Right as I pull up, of course.
Saturday, April 19th, 2014 17:41
This week's kitten pics in better quality than my crappy cameraphone include a video of Ginny and I playing "toss the kibble under the door" to distract her from the fact Gabe gets fed whenever he wants and Ginny does not need more than a little snack :P
Saturday, April 19th, 2014 17:30
Ginny spent much of the afternoon napping in the sun, which is convenient, as it's the only time she's sufficiently still for photographs:

her white hairs are longer than her black hairs )

the most interesting cat in the world )

she has spots inside her mouth, too! )

we locked her out of the office so we could feed Gabe. we are cruel & heartless. )

Actually, that was only mildly mean. This video is cruel & heartless:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeUOIB0O7IE
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Saturday, April 19th, 2014 15:22
I start my new job in 2 weeks! The NCC one. I have heard nothing from MNR (kinda to be expected) and while I have a few cryptic emails about "making it to the next stage of assessment" from CWS, those will hopeful fruit in September. [That is a pipe dream, but one I will happily smoke. :)]

It's amusing though, I still am cold-shy even though the temperatures gone up a good 20C! XD Lord and Lady knows it'll be too hot soon enough.

Some small progress on The Thesis. Trying to keep momentum. I feel like once I am working I will actually be much better about schooling. Right now trying to get myself back to a "get up and does things everyday at a reasonable time" place.
Saturday, April 19th, 2014 13:25
Sparrows on the windowsill.
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Saturday, April 19th, 2014 13:45
Yesterday was immensely frustrating - the machine behaved beautifully Thursday, I was all set to get data yesterday, and then there was a two-second power cut at 1am and it's spent the subsequent 24 hours sulking and is finally finally finally giving me numbers that look as though they'll be usable - culminating in forgetting to take my bedmeds last night, which means I'm starting to get withdrawal symptoms. (They tend to start 12-18 hours after a missed dose, and involve going weird and light-headed and fuzzy. They're trivial to get rid of - take another tablet - but unfortunately there are reasons I take my psych meds at night, viz, they do a pretty good job of knocking me out; and I'm not sure which of "crashing out" and "brain zaps" is worse given the work I want to get done. So I am playing it by ear a bit, and if I decide it's necessary I'll split tonight's tablet, take half of it now, and catch up this evening.)

In any case, this means I'm going to be babysitting the mass spec today, if all continues well. What this means in practice is that I'm going to have very brief bursts of activity interspersed with a lot of sitting around by myself in a cellar, ergo it's time for: any questions answered.