... and yeah, it was true that you could buy nine—that’s nine—A-10s for the price of one F-117. But the F-117 was new and fast and “stealth” and all black like the Batmobile—every childish high-tech BS mess the USAF has always loved, whereas the A-10 was slow and ugly and—worst of all—cheap-- War Nerd discusses my favourite airplane
This is me, with baby Gremlin's teddy. (Or possibly GremlinMother's teddy, Gremlin's not that interested in large teddies yet.) I babysat for a few hours on friday, which he spent asleep, so I spent a few hours napping in front of a fan and it was *glorious*.
I would like to state that babies continue to be excellent academic therapy. Gremlin can be a difficult little human (although I've not had him at his most... explosive. Just shouty. I have yet to meet the 'crapocalypse' mode). But he doesn't care about my thesis. He is extremely demanding but these demands do not include 'think complex thoughts'. Ergo, he is good for me.
( Moar photo )
I am so glad we moved to the house in spring. Being able to lie in the shade in my own garden is so much better than sweating in the apartment under the roof for the last five summers. I also did some gardening and grocery shopping, but mostly today was just relaxing and trying to enjoy the sun.
Gran is a relatively toxic person, being hypercritical and hypoempathetic, and 90; she's spending a lot of time talking over the past with her sister and sister-in-law and it's an important weekend for Mom because she's learning a lot about what made her mom like this and hearing stories she's never heard before. I'm just trying to enjoy the setting and let the comments about Kids These Days With Their Texting and Not Having Domestic Skills pass over me and pretending not to hear the racism and anti-Semitism.
Aunt Karen, the rolemodel with her own horse farm, is fun and less/non-toxic who thinks the SCA and mounted combat sounds awesome so I'm trying to get her to go into the town later today with me; and late last night a cousin my age (who introduced me to Tamora Pierce when I was 10 and she was 14) came in and she seems pretty cool and grounded.
But right now I'm in the bedroom missing out on LittleOldLadyCon and considering going back to sleep until Mom gets back from her massage.
12:25 PM <Purple> hope Azz isn't going to work
Azz was, in fact, going to work. Partly because a conference week is not the world's most bountiful paycheck week (and therefore a four-day week the next week isn't the best choice) and partly because work has air conditioning.
I proceeded to turn on my disco lights and blast* Abney Park while catching up on the paperwork that drives my normal uncanny ability to remember arbitrary weird things.
* for values of "blast" that became nearly inaudible once you reached the bathrooms.
radius was also at work enjoying the air conditioning, as I learned once I checked in on IRC. He'd gone down to Curmudgeon* City to hack on some fun stuff, since it was a weekend.
* They're not jerks per se, but their group's team chat has an honorable history of being displayed in the team area using Microsoft Comic Chat.
The security guy came through and poked at the door, which was unlocking itself, accompanied by irritated beeping when you tried to lock it, again. He was seen on the phone, with some gesticulation. He went away. He returned with a buddy. They both poked at the door, which was no longer doing the thing. They went away.
Eventually it became closer to evening. radius and I made plans for dinner. Sensibly, he proposed that I drive us both, rather than having him go separately on his bike, as bike and dinner dress codes often differ. I was agreeable, but added that I would have to unearth the front seat of the car.
"I can sit on it," he demurred, not having seen what was in the seat.
"No, you cannot," I said, and proceeded to shuffle an amazing number of things out of my front seat: one of those fabric boxes that goes in the big IKEA cube shelves (filled with all manner of road trip snacks and less edible items such as alcohol wipes), any number of soft drink cups, cans, and bottles, a few used napkins, the empty container of blueberries that figured so prominently in Sunday's digestive misadventures*, a box of tampons, several cherry pits, an expended alcohol wipe, a household size fire extinguisher, and about five blueberries that had fallen down behind the snack box. The fire extinguisher wasn't exactly a surprise, because I knew it was there, but I'd sort of glossed over it in my mental accounting, which was mostly "all god's soda cans". radius helped by relaying a few trips to the bins. Mostly the fire extinguisher is in the car because you don't want a car to do something terrible without you have a fire extinguisher; not that I'm expecting him to do something terrible, but it would be just like a car to go ahead and do something like that if you didn't have one handy. So.
* 2 pounds of blueberries eaten over the course of about 11 hours of Saturday without actual solid food? after 2pm-ish? Not my best life choice.
We then went for dinner and gossip. I introduced him to the Book of Wholesome Hobbies. It's starting to get unwieldy, and I may have to start categorizing. There are an awful lot of prohibitions based on fire.
Eventually we traipsed back to work. I spent some more time whacking chunks of text around. The door started doing the thing again, of course when the other security guard wasn't looking. The first guy seemed frustrated. After he left, I went and poked at it myself. I went outside and badged the door, but didn't open it. The unlock window timed out, and the master door locked itself. Somewhat hesitantly, the problem door followed suit. So I may have figured out how to make it stop doing the thing. Next I need to figure out how to make it do the thing on command.
My notes are in better shape. Hooray!
My plans for tomorrow are approximately:
* Make ice.
* Fetch strawberries.
* Wait for evening to set in.
* Take ice, strawberries, liquid, and a lawn chair down the waterfront and set up.
* Watch other people let off fireworks.
* Share strawberries as appropriate.
2. I had a nice relaxing day off today. Slept in late and then played Mario and read a lot. But I also got some stuff done!
3. I finally made an icon of Molly. :)
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Other recent movies I've seen, beneath the cut...
( reviews! )
And I can still sort of watch TV with them on. (The program I'm watching right now could definitely be better about closed captioning, though.)
- null pointers
- array overruns
- data races
- wild pointers
- uninitialized, yet addressable memory
- unions that allow access to the wrong field
Less-well-known things I'm very proud that rust shipped 1.0 without:
- a shared root namespace
- variables with runtime "before main" static initialization (the .ctors section)
- a compilation model that relies on textual inclusion (#include) or textual elision (#ifdef)
- a compilation model that relies on the order of declarations (possible caveat: macros)
- accidental identifier capture in macros
- random-access strings
- UTF-16 or UCS-2 support anywhere outside windows API compatibility routines
- signed character types
- (hah! vertical tab escapes (as recently discussed) along with the escapes for bell and form-feed)
- "accidental octal" from leading zeroes
- goto (not even as a reserved word)
- dangling else (or misgrouped control structure bodies of any sort)
- case fallthrough
- a == operator you can easily typo as = and still compile
- a === operator, or any set of easily-confused equality operators
- silent coercions between boolean and anything else
- silent coercions between enums and integers
- silent arithmetic coercions, promotions
- implementation-dependent sign for the result of % with negative dividend
- bitwise operators with lower precedence than comparison operators
- auto-increment operators
- a poor-quality default hash function
- pointer-heavy default containers
Next time you're in a conversation about language design and someone sighs, shakes their head and tells you that sad legacy design choices are just the burden of the past and we're helpless to avoid repeating them, try to remember that this is not so.
The Signs As Fonts: A definitive guide to your astrological type. Read directly from the stars by design astrologist adamjk, exclusively for yrbff.
How do I put this lightly… oh yeah, I don’t. Aries, you’re demanding and ambitious and sometimes that can put people off. There, I said it. You’re a little bit of an overachiever which can be great, but stop shouting, we hear you! All that aside, you’re loyal and make a real difference when it matters. Impact definitely does leave an impact, and you lend those strong words to those who are a bit quieter. Like cats. Thank you for speaking for all cats. U CAN HAZ.
You’re strong, sturdy, and a little stubborn, Taurus, but you’re patient too. Rock solid until the very end. We know we can count on you to understand and provide useful, practical insight, which can make you an excellent teacher. Sometimes it’s tough love, but it’s still definitely love. Bookman is a friendly font, but authoritative in a loving way. You’re someone we can keep coming back to.
Sometimes it’s tough to know which way you’ll go, Gemini! You’re flexible and pretty open most of the time, but we’re never sure which side of you we’ll get. Your clear, communicative nature is helpful and serves you well in your accomplishments. We also know you to be affectionate, and that infectious charisma doesn’t hurt either. Like you, Franklin Gothic is an excellent communicator, serving traditional institutions with a human touch.
You’re kind of a homebody, concerned with tradition and comfort. Like an actual crab, you carry a lot with you so you’re never far from what matters to you most. You’re a little fickle, but you’re loyal where it counts and make a good friend. Zapfino, based on a World War II era character set by Hermann Zapf, invokes a strong sense of history and familiarity. While it might not always be the right fit, or work well with other typefaces, it can be a great choice when the time is right.
Leo, you’re all about power and will, leading the way with your head held high. You just have a certain way of getting it right, so good job on that. It’s not just intelligence, but an intuition, tied strongly to your sensitive and loving nature. It’s okay that you’re so bold, because we know it comes from a place of love. Cooper Black can be so loud that it’s almost comical, but the overall intention is one of comfort and, to an extent, trust. It’s no wonder you’ve become a go-to choice for slogan tees and make us think of our favorite camp counsellor.
Oh, Virgo! You’re so charming and intelligent. We love talking to you, and the conversation flows easily. You’re a storyteller and a natural fit, and you work well with others. Some might think you’re a little basic, but we know better. It’s a calculated effort to be as useful as possible, and people open up to you as a result. Times New Roman has stood the test of time, from a legacy of use in print to modern day computing. Everyone knows you, and everyone has an opinion. There’s no such thing as bad publicity?
Balance and stability are what you’re all about, Libra, which can be tough. Your constant quest for beauty and truth in everything and everyone can border on obsessive. You can be quiet and shy, but when you find your worthy cause, you become a champion for others. Gotham is serious, but friendly, with beautiful round shapes, a great choice for Barack Obama’s campaigns. You’re introspective enough to know that you’re a bit played out currently, but remember not to hold your tongue when it counts.
You’re purposeful and bold, Scorpio, and exude control and confidence in all you do. Sometimes you’re misunderstood and retreat a little, but not for long. You can be a little brash, but it’s not without reason. Sometimes you feel like you have to fight to be heard, and that may be true, but don’t fight too hard or you’ll be written off entirely. Verdana isn’t always the most beautiful, but it works hard to be legible online and off, and boasts a massive character set so it can be heard anywhere it needs to be. Just don’t get too far ahead of yourself.
Oh boy, Sagittarius. You’re impatient and sometimes too quick for your own good, but you’re focused when you need to be. Which is important, because you have a tendency to try and do everything at once and can suffer as a result. You can’t really be tamed, but do take friends and relationships seriously. Marker Felt Thin isn’t always the right choice, but this quick scrawl is tame enough to be an effective and passionate communicator. You’re reminiscent of lettering on protest signs… no surprise there.
You really don’t need me to tell you this, Capricorn, but you are intelligent and practical, and keeping your shit in order is important to you. You also just don’t give a fuck about what’s going on around you, which keeps you on task. Your perseverance is what helps you succeed in almost any situation, but your stoicism backfires when you can’t share your feelings with anyone. Helvetica stands the test of time, being a clear communicator and presenting information without comment. Like you, it can sometimes feel like it lacks its own personality depending on usage, but it’s a ubiquitous choice for getting things done with grace.
You’re pretty unassuming, doing your thing a bit differently, but quietly at the same time. You’re honest, loyal, and smart, which helps you make friends easily. You drift towards humanitarian efforts, but you can also be pretty lazy sometimes, getting lost in thought and even poetry. When you’re on task, you’re extremely smart, but you don’t need anyone to pat you on the back. You’re content. American Typewriter is a cleaned-up typewriter font, evoking a time before modern computing in a friendly, clean face. It’s both “all-natural” and “top-secret” which is why it’s such a good match.
You’re trustworthy and quiet, except for when you’re not. Those who pay attention will notice your true beauty, inside and out. Those who don’t are missing out on a wonderful, generous friend. Sometimes you’re a little… off? This can lead to you being taken advantage of. Try to give yourself some space so you can focus on organize everything going on in that head of yours! Futura is a good match for its geometric beauty and cool moves, but it gets cluttered fast. Give it lots of space and don’t let it say too much or it’ll get jumbled right up. Use it for headlines and other close-up opportunities to say a lot with a little.
…. Actually I really like that font.
The work QUILTBAG club has started up meetings again. The guy who was doing most of the organizing got super busy, yadda yadda, and I think this is the first time I've been able to make a meeting in over a year (and mostly because of lack of meetings). It was lunch and mimosas (bring your own lunch) in the milkshake bunker. I arrived a bit late and slid in at the end of the table. A little later a few other people showed up, making about a dozen of us, and two non-dudes.
We toasted around the table. My friend the usual organizer is nervous of champagne bottles, and somewhere along the line I seem to have become decent at popping the cork with only a little bang and a breath of vapor, given a nice sturdy table to put the thing on. I opened the bottle of strawberry syrup, which made some interesting variations on mimosa.
We talked about where we'd been when we heard about the decision. I'd been at Open Source Bridge, of course, and I'd woken up around 7:30 and I saw the news on Twitter, and I was delighted. kareila came in and told me there was good news. We squeed about it for a bit. That, of course, was the morning after Thursday night; on Thursday night after the code push, some of us had wound up in kaberett and me_and and woggy's hotel room talking until about two-ish, and I'd been up until about three-ish. So after chatting with kareila for a bit, I went promptly back to sleep.
I was not tight as an owl when I traipsed back down the hill, but I was a tad giggly.
I promptly found myself in the middle of the wrap-up meeting for the conference. I have proposed that the search for external speakers commence basically immediately, since that part takes the longest and caused quite a bit of angst last time around.
Readers, if you ever ask a group of which I am a member a question shaped like "What's the minimum amount of work I have to do in order to make my software 508 compliant? Asking for a friend!" -- please do not be surprised if you find yourself in receipt of a broadside from the Accessibility Cannon that begins something like "THE FUCK YOU SAY. HOW ABOUT YOU STOP TRYING TO DO THE MINIMUM AMOUNT OF WORK NECESSARY TO COMPLY WITH THE LETTER OF THE LAW AND START THINKING ABOUT 'HEY IF I'M A USER WITH THESE CONSTRAINTS, CAN I USE THE FUCKING SOFTWARE?' P.S. THINKING ABOUT IT AS IMAGES WILL DOOM YOU TO FAILURE, THINK ABOUT IT AS INFORMATION THAT THE USER CAN CONSUME IN A FORMAT OF THEIR CHOICE. ENJOY THE USER EXPERIENCE OFFICE HOURS." As it happens, I got a (public and somewhat defensive) response that they were doing things right really, it's just that they were in review phase and they wanted to know what to expect/brace for, and then I got a (directly to me, from someone else) response dancing around the concept that maybe I could be less of a blistering asshole about it up front.
I topped that off by running into someone who thought that the slide-video based training system was the equivalent of documentation, and wrote "$TRAININGVIDEOSYSTEM is not a substitute for documentation" several times on not!Facebook, with a few points which documentation has that $TRAININGVIDEOSYSTEM doesn't:
* Does not require registration
* Does not require completing a course
* Renders on a maximum number of browsers, ideally in plain ol' HTML
* Explains how to do various tasks without starting at 101 each time
* Doesn't require a title card, theme music, or (necessarily) images
At which point I paused, contemplated life for a bit, and then opened up the Aleve jar on the grounds that I was about to have cramps from hell, because clearly my period was about to hit. (And it did.)
Purple skived off early for the weekend when a friend of his wanted to do something. I didn't stay too late, and wound up back on the correct side of the Bay before Costco closed. I chatted with Nora again, who had made it home safely.
I have had various things from Abney Park in my head all day, because yesterday I introduced them to Mr. Sub-tle and the Dean. I have a long game in mind.
“My lord, King Charles V of the Holy Roman Empire, yet another distant relative has died and left you half of Europe.”
“Excellent. What shall our first course of action be?”
“We need to update your coat of arms, my lord. There is now a new section to add.”
*Charles V starts crying*
Are fedoras really that bad?
YES YES THEY ARE
I don’t really believe this mumbo jumbo
I mean it’s a goddamn hat.
The white rose, it symbolizes the unique beauty of all the women who wish not to be with a nice guy such as myse-
I wonder if this works with other kinds of hat…
Nothing ventured, nothing gained…
WHEEEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE THAT’S AMORREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Men of Tumblr are my favorite kind of people…
wait, does that mean?
You guys are fucking silly
and I’m gonna prove it!
Because honestly, only an idiot would believe that you can simply-
I must say Reginald, the oil sales have been most disappointing in the last fortnight, it’s positively appal-
IT GOT BETTER.
Okay, now you guys are just pulling my leg, there’s no way-
You rebel scum are no match for the might of the Emp-
WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?!?
I'm also thinking of opening a WordPress blog about geeky things, so I'm not sure if I should do the above plan on there, on Dreamwidth/LJ or on Tumblr. I think Tumblr might be best for this sort of thing, but I'm meh about it in general.
Now I just need to decide where I do this.
The rest of Purple's crew had been delayed, so it was just us outside at one of the little umbrella tables for four that we usually cram with at least six, sometimes up to ten.
We'd run into R on our way out; she'd regaled us with tales of horror and woe. She's going to Colorado for a couple weeks to spend time with her ailing mother.
"No meetings this afternoon?" she'd asked Purple, indicating the onions on his tacos. That hadn't really been a consideration for him.
( An irreverent onion-related poll )
One of the guys had been trying to poll for dinner soonish, and hoped to get some of the things hashed out over a milkshake. So we went up to the milkshake bunker.
This guy, the new guy, is one of the guys in that notable corner office with the mommy and daddy bananas, the minion, and ET. The office also has 7 of 9, and enough booze to intoxicate an entire Borg cube.
There are plans to renovate the milkshake bunker and add a genius bar. The locals are dubious. I inquired, and got back reassurances that the milkshake bunker will still be good for milkshakes during most of the swapping around, the genius bar is going into the now former catering office, and the catering office is moving into the nearby conference room (I think). They're swapping furniture around as well. We shall see.
There was various hilarity, including wireless networking problems, UK and Australia vs. US electrical woes, a new face comparison for the Australia plugs that is not horrible and is in fact the Scary Movie mask, and accidental desk hockey. Purple and Mr. Zune had been playing with their ice cream cups, and skidding them across the table a bit. Mr. Zune accidentally flung his across the table between Purple's arms. This was declared a goal, despite Purple declaring that he wasn't playing hockey. Then Purple licked his spoon, wiped it off on his pants, and began brushing at the table with it, declaring that he was curling.
I spent a good amount of last week laughing. Today's milkshake walk filled this week's laughter quota.
Shortly thereafter, the Dean showed up. He very nearly threw himself onto the table and slid down it, which would have been exactly perfect. I promptly lost the words that I was looking for to communicate that we needed to set up plans for the ... the ... I gestured a rolling ball, a hat, a whip. The thirteen-year-olds I was with interpreted it all as BDSM. Thanks, thirteen-year-olds. After the Dean headed off, I found words again. "INDIANA JONES." The "You perverts." was unspoken. <3
The guy from the office of the suspiciously gendered bananas has an implanted medical device, and therefore needs to avoid hobbies like arc welding, making tesla coils, and being in the vicinity of that former Hitachi magic wand of mine that interfered with that keyboard. We never did get the dinner plans nailed down.
The attempt to get my entire team on versions of Adobe Creative Suite from the century of the fruitbat continues. Still.
Rocky's father-in-law died last week. The Stage Manager sent a fruit basket, which will do a large part to help Rocky's wife survive the memorial, as her mother does not really keep fruit around and she basically lives on it. I expressed my condolences, and he talked about things.
The weather changed, enough that it could be felt inside. I felt much better, although still sticky.
In advance of the latest round of helldesk software improvements, I tried to order my thoughts onto a wiki page. It took me about fifteen bullet points before the lack of horizontal scrollbars (when content would otherwise get cut off by a narrow aperture) caused me to emit grawlix and promise to publicly embarrass myself and everyone else if it happened one more time. I shared this wiki page with main-channel of internal IRC, and that was when the usually patient guy on a friend's team (who has been watching this whole thing unfold and getting steadily less patient) apparently first got his hands on my wiki page of sortable grousing. I could see him going point by point down the list of tickets and getting steadily more frothy.
There was, at one point, a survey sent around. He expressed disappointment at not getting to see the output of said survey. "Oh, they posted it," I said. "It was a real $NAME special." Then I linked to the not!Facebook post about same, commenting that this was the one where Purple had re-balanced the survey, and everything no longer came up Milhouse.
Dude was not pleased with our now-ex C-level SaaSmonger. To the point where I started explaining the gospel of the Unimportant Fire. And the usual accompaniment of same, the importance of conserving one's water for the important fires. At which point some of the usual suspects started talking about mulch, and that if a certain ex-exec did not care for mulch on his head, well, he could file a ticket.
On that cheery and salubrious note, Purple emerged from the depths of his cave and swooped me off into the parking lot. We chatted about various things, including various people we had known who did not come to particularly great ends. Cheery topic. Also lunch plans for tomorrow -- the QUILTBAGPIPE group is meeting for lunch (bring your own lunch) in the milkshake bunker, and while Mr. Sub-tle couldn't be there himself, he did authorize the organizing principle to expense the champagne for the mimosas. All of which is to say that while Purple is getting lunch, I was going to be waltzing back down, tight as an owl.
"What does that even mean? I grew up in Ohio! I'm familiar with owls!"
Purple had never heard that phrase before. It is an old one, but not apparently super well known. http://freaky_freya.tripod.com/Drunktio
So that was Wednesday.
my fave greek history story to tell is that of agnodice. like she noticed that women were dying a lot during childbirth so she went to egypt to study medicine in alexandria and was really fucking good but b/c it was illegal for women to be doctors in athens she had to pretend to be a man. and then the other doctors noticed that she was 10x better than them and accused her of seducing and sleeping with the women patients. like they brought her to court for this. and she just looked at them and these charges and stripped in front of everyone like “yeah. im not fucking your wives” and then they got so mad that a woman was better at their jobs then them that they tried to execute her but all her patients came to court and were like “are you fucking serious? she is the reason you have living children and a wife.” so they were shamed into changing the law and that is how women were given the right to practice medicine in athens
Yeah, this isn’t some Greek myth story about a hero or demigod or something, Agnodice was a real person who actually did this.
1) You are allowed to take up space. You are a human.
2) You are allowed to have a voice.
3) You are allowed to leave whenever you feel unsafe or uncomfortable.
4) You deserve more than someone who doesn’t know how to respect you.
5) You are allowed to put your own needs first.
6) You are allowed to love yourself.
- 6:11 p.m. (Six reminders for bad times)
2. I have to go in to work tomorrow, but I'm taking Friday off instead. I'd really like to sleep in tomorrow and not work, but we have stuff going on tomorrow that I really should be there to help out with, and on the plus side, this schedule means I will get to sleep in four days in a row! (Friday off, Saturday and Sunday work late shift, then Monday off.)
3. We went to Target tonight and among other things got some fun new toys for the kittens. They had some little balls with jingles in them, and also a "cat fishing" set, where you have a fishing pole with a cat toy dangling from it and can "fish" for kittens. XD (Not only do they love to play with these sorts of toys, but it's also a good way to lure them out from wherever if we need to catch them.)
Anyhoo, today I've been reading some remixes, mostly from recs on my reading list, but I figured more recs are better than fewer! So: ( recs! )
I considered deleting or hiding all the old entries, but there are some that I think might still provide useful information to other developers or help me refresh my memory about certain ongoing projects. I've only removed the ones that were just me celebrating achievements or venting frustration with code that in most cases I didn't even remember writing.
I still love Dreamwidth and enjoy working on it, although I can't work on it hour after hour, day after day, like I did the first two years I was here. The pace I kept would burn out anyone, and in retrospect, I certainly think that's the best description for what happened to me for a while there. But when I look back at where we started and see how far we've come and how much we've accomplished, I feel like I have a lot to be proud of, both on my own behalf and on behalf of the community.
We struggled when we moved from Mercurial to Git. We struggled again when we lost Bugzilla. I'm sure we'll face more challenges in the future. But I am optimistic, and thankful.
At the end of the day, one thing is the same: I am Karzilla, Destroyer of Bugs. I fight for the users, and my code machete is always close at hand.
Half-way through the reading year. Linear extrapolation says 124
books, fractionally down from last month's 124.8. Somewhat varied
month, with some sort of highlight being a hitherto unread Stephenson.
Plenty of travel coming up in the next few months, we'll just have to
see what tha tdoe sto the annual total.
Second of McGuire's Toby Daye books, similar but different from the first. This takes place roughly 6 months after book #1 and basically starts with "Toby, please go to Fremont" (the Bay Area Fremont, not the Seattle Fremont, it is hilarious when those get mixed up) "and check in on my niece, haven't heard anything from her for a month".
This isn't a set-up for a missing-person mystery, but turns out to be a slow descent into a murder investigation (that's pretty obvious pretty early in the book, so I don't think that counts as a spoiler). It's full of death and horrible things happening to not necessarily horrible people. It's also flipping happily back and forth between "our world" and "Faerie", so, well, let that be whatever warning there might be.
On the whole, I liked it.
“May I ask why you felt little Tiffany deserved to die?”
I’m pretty sure this is why Tumblr gave us photosets.
To this day, I still have absolutely no idea if he actually did the right thing by shooting little Tiffany. His story was very convincing…
I totally bought that he was right.
I always though this was about not demonizing people based on how they look, instead focussing on what they do.
THAT’S RIGHT AGENT J
you know after watching the movie i’m like 75% sure this is what happened
2. I don't have to go in at 6.30am tomorrow! Wednesday is usually the produce manager's day off, which is why I have to go in so early (on other days he's the one who opens the store), but he has to do a physical inventory on the first of every month, so that means he has to come in tomorrow even though it's his day off. So since he's going to be in, no need for me to go that early! I'll just go in at 8.30 like I do on my other morning days.
3. I got my manga posted and my lyrics site updated before the end of June!
Original Title: ヒメゴト～十九歳の制服～ (Himegoto~Juukyuu Sai no Seifuku~)
Author: Minenami Ryou
Publisher: Big Comics
Status in Japan: 8 volumes, complete
Scanlator: Megchan's Scanlations feat. Audrey + Krim
Scanlation Status: Ongoing
More Info: Baka Updates
Summary: This is the story of three college freshmen with secrets: Yuki, aka Yoshiki, a boyish girl who gets off on wearing her old high school uniform skirt; Mikako, who acts innocent around her classmates, but at night pretends to be a 15-year-old and has sex for money; and finally there's Kaito, who's obsessed with Mikako to the point of dressing up like her.
Chapter Summary: When Yoshiki tells Mikako she likes her, it's like Mikako's dreams have come true. But Yoshiki has an ulterior motive...
Chapter 41: Lies
Chapter 42: Staring Point
Japan Shopping - Wafuku
What I brought back! Minus various uninteresting kitsuke things (though I can… take photos if people want?), some plain zori, and a pair of hakama I forgot to photograph. I made out like a bandit, basically, so some shopping notes!
The first two were from a used kimono shop that’s a block or two past the Animate in Osaka - the light green was 200¥ and the dark green was 100¥, no I am not making those prices up. They had more expensive ones, but by that I mean like… 1700¥ (roughly $15 USD). There were a whole bunch of shops crammed into a few blocks of narrow back alleys, and they had a fantastic mix.
The purple kimono was 1000¥, at Tansu-ya, which is a chain selling new and used kimono and accessories. They’re a little more expensive - the 1000¥ rack was their low-end stuff - but it’s a little more curated and better-quality than some of the stuff in the Osaka shops. This came from the Nippori shop, though I bought most of the kitsuke accessories at the one in Shinjuku (which is in an underground mall connected to the station and thus confuses google maps terribly).
All four obi and the light pink leaf kimono are from temple markets. The red geometric obi was from a table set up by… Yakasa Shrine, I think? Possibly Gion Shrine. It was 1000¥ if memory serves but I was out with a friend and we wandered a lot that day. Not a full-fledged market per se but there were a few vendors.
The rest are from the antiques market that happens on the first Sunday of the month at Tou-ji in southern Kyoto, which was a wonderful assortment of old stuff, obscure and otherwise (one vendor had templates that had been used for kimono fabric design production, assumably at some place now closed - they looked pretty old). The kimono was 500¥, the black obi was 1000¥, and the kaku obi were 500¥ and 1500¥ (It doesn’t show in that photo, but one has a lot more edge wear and some slight fading).
The first Sunday market is apparently the tame, small one - there are a few regular ones in both Kyoto and Osaka, and some are huge. You can also haggle, but I don’t know enough Japanese and the only thing I turned down because of price was a 4,000¥ quilted kimono and I don’t know if I could have talked down to how much I had on me. Doing a google search for ‘kyoto temple markets’ and ‘osaka temple markets’ will get you places and dates.
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Thank you,woggy. After being an ordained ULM minister for almost two years, I now have a title. I am the Irreverend < Legal Name >, commonly called Sporky.
Anyone want to get married or buried in Mississippi, I'm your Rat.
(I knew I'd never make it though seminary, not even Episopalian seminary without being kicked out or excommunicated. So I went a different route.)
I want to throw a party for my friend Stephan who just got ordained with ULM. Everyone should get a party when they get ordained.
But! I have a place to live! A place where my bed can be and my clothes also and it's next to work and the roommate seems nice and unobtrusive and easygoing and there's a kitchen with a real oven and a washing machine lots of storage space.
Moving is going to be terrible because of course my shoulder is acting up again right now, OF COURSE. And living anywhere in Tel Aviv is no picnic in July-August, so getting used to a new apartment during the worst heat will be a bummer, but. Even a few weeks of heat-induced insomnia and anxiety due to new physical surroundings sound like heaven right now compared to the last 10 months.
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2. I got some freelance work this month! I now have the honor of being a real person who has really been paid for writing fanfiction, and between the different gigs I've made a little extra money this month? It's meant shuffling my schedule around even more than usual but I'm very happy it worked out.
3. I am GOING TO PRAGUE IN AUGUST, with tanndell! I am SO EXCITED about this! She's going to be traveling around Europe and I'll basically join her for the Prague portion. tanndell and I have the best fannish history - we first met when I had 12 hours in London, and she lived there, she took me by the hand and showed me Things English People Do - she's the reason I'm as into Pimm's as I am! Then somehow we both got into hockey, and I stayed with her for like a week and a half when I was in New Delhi, needless to say that was beyond amazing, and now I get to see her again on her European trip :D :D :D
Anyway, if you'd like to meet up with us in Prague, do let me know! Also, if you'd like to meet up with tanndell in Budapest, Vienna or Berlin let me know also and I'll introduce you! She, like me, loves meeting new fan people.
4. I have a real website and a twitter to match (berlin_marina)! This is still making me want to hide under large surfaces a lot, but. The swing of things has already gotten me to work on some original fiction I've been neglecting, so clearly it's doing its job.
5. Jonathan Strange and Mister Norrell. THAT'S IT. I watched the finale yesterday and I am still brimming with feels. Will to rewatch it probably - I have so many thinky thoughts. Mostly, it was just so exquisitely done, from the writing to the acting to the set design to the costuming to the music to everything, absolutely everything. Such a high quality show. And it's been so long since a popular work with kind of ending that JS&MN has has been adapted. I'd love to hear from book readers how faithful they think the ending was, but regardless, what was there on screen was marvelous.
God I have so many errands to run now *____* so much bureaucracy and making sure all my shit is gathered from all the appropriate places before the move.
Talk sh*t get hit.
best delivery of a verbal bitch slap in cinematic history.
MilFantasy, I would say. Fairly well executed, although it was occasionally weird reading it in , um, whatever voice it was using. This seems to be the first of the Commonweal books and based purely on this, I'll pick up another one in the not-too-distant future.
So, anyway, we have this "army of the people" in fantasyland, who gather together for their regular training exercise. When the land itself gives signal of an invasion, in the "not too distant". And so training turns into "go into the field and fight". This being fantasyland, there's of course plenty of powerful battle magic, all around. And, yes, people die.
If you like well-written "Military fantasy", this may well be right in the sweet spot for you. Otherwise, I suspect it mightn't be.
2. I started playing the Lego Movie game and it's pretty fun! Though I have to say, I'm really not a fan of how Lego games these days seem to all have talking and stuff. I liked the wacky pantomime of the earlier games. I don't want movie dialogue and movie cut scenes.
3. With all the computer stuff going on this last week, I was afraid I wasn't going to get my monthly scanlations posted, but I already posted Yasha and will be able to post Himegoto tomorrow!
4. The kittens are super adorable.