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Dept. of Lovely Things

Oh Beautiful, For Spacious Skies

This country is a mess. We are a mess.
We are a fractious, miserable, small-minded people. We fight with each other, over stupid things. We cheat each other, for shameless reasons. We kill each other, for shameful - unforgivable - reasons.
We despoil our land and air and water, because it's easier to do that than to change our ways.
We eye other nations with suspicion and disdain, even as our power impacts those nations. 
We are, inescapably, a mess. 

But this country is also wonderful. We, as a people, are also wonderful.
We are wonderful for one simple reason. 
We hate being a mess. 
We fight ourselves, we battle our worst impulses.
We refuse to let our government screw up without at least trying to hold its collective feet to the fire.
We march in the street to say that black lives do matter.
We insist that anyone who chooses to marry in the eyes of the law have the lawful right to marry.
We fight in the courts so that women have the right to choose their reproductive destinies.
We reach out to each other, despite our fear of difference. We struggle past our fear of hijabs, yarmulkes, crosses, Darwin, you name it.
We look to other nations with curiosity, respect, a desire to help.
We try to clean up after ourselves.
We try to love each other as we love ourselves.

We fail much of the time. We despair.
But we don't give up. 

This country may be a mess, but it's one of the most beautiful messes it has ever been my honor to try to clean up. 

Happy 239th birthday. We'll try to do right by you. 
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Dept. of Oh, Canada!

 






Happy Canada Day!!!

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Dept. of Windmills

Sometimes It's Right to Tilt at Them

I'm not an economist, a politician, or anyone paid to analyze the actions of economists or politicians. So I'm very possibly wrong when I say that I believe the idea of holding countries accountable for debt that they've been encouraged by bankers to accumulate in order to keep their economies afloat, for what seems to be an underlying desire not to get the money back, but to consolidate power over those countries is obscene. I mean, what do I know about the IMF, amirite?

But I'll go out on a limb here and say that I don't think talking heads saying things like "They caused their own problem by borrowing, so I have no sympathy for them" - as if they were talking about Cousin Al, who never learned to balance his checkbook, and needs a lesson from the school of hard knocks - know much more than I do. At least I understand we're talking about countries here; mass organisms of incredible complexity that bear as little resemblance to Cousin Al as I do to a powder puff. 

So when I read about the Indiegogo campaign launched by a Londoner, to crowdfund Greece's 1.6 billion Euro debt, I was pleased to see how fast it was growing (fast enough to crash the Indiegogo page for several hours.) Not because it stands a hope in hell of actually succeeding, but because it's proving, I think, to be a piece of guerrilla theater with a message to the people who pretend that money in the hands of powerful countries and financial entities is anything but a tool to increase their power, at the expense of poor countries. Perhaps more than one message. 

Anyhow, if you're interested in the campaign, head one over. The last I saw it had reached about 502,000 Euros. Not bad, considering it was 222,000-some Euros earlier today.
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Dept. of Quiet and Lovely

Listening to Radio

Well, not quite; listening with BB to Pandora ... big band music, early jazz, Ella Fitzgerald and Duke Ellington, occasional Sinatra, Benny Goodman, Artie Shaw, even some Scott Joplin. 

It was simply lovely. An evening just listening to music and chatting, while I put a few more words together on Chapter 25. How lovely. 


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Dept. of Birthdays

Well, Phooey; I Forgot More Birthdays

And I can't even say, "and here I was doing so well," because this is me we're talking about. *grumbles*

But enough about me.

Happy belated birthday (the 25th of June) to
[personal profile] joking , aka poetry, who I don't see around here much,  but whose comments, posts, and, above all, gorgeous stories, I always appreciate when they happen. We share a love of the TARDIS, an OT3 (Jack/Rose/Nine - and she also likes one of my other fave OT3s, Parker/Hardison/Eliot) and the stories she writes are without a doubt some of the strongest, most beautifully written ones I've read in any fandom. I hope you had a wonderful day!

Happy belated (25th of June)  birthday as well to
autographedcat, who loves filk, Doctor Who and much more. It's always a pleasure to see him around the Internet, and I really hope his natal celebrations were good.





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Dept. of Memory Lane

I Knew The Bride When She Used to Rock and Roll

You know that part in my profile bio where it says "I used to be a chick singer in an unsuccessful rock and roll band."?

Proof, courtesy of friend and fannish historian
[personal profile] gerisullivan , who unearthed pictures of one of the times the band was successful; when we were guests of honor at the 1985 Minicon, in Minneapolis (and thanks to her for letting me link to her post.)

As I say in the comment I made over there, the picture of me singing with my eyes open was a rare and anomalous moment in entertainment history. I normally could not open my eyes and look at the audience. I have no idea, since I certainly was able to keep my eyes open when I acted onstage.

Jesus Harold Christ, I was young.

Also? I married the handsomest man in the world. Also also, we had the best lawyer-bassist anywhere; Dr. Gonzo. 








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Dept. of Still Work to Do

The "But" in the Marriage Rights Victory

As I rejoiced and happy-danced this morning in the wake of the SCOTUS decision on marriage rights, I was also sadly aware that we have not yet won the battle, not by any stretch of the imagination. Lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans, and non-binary people in the United States, especially young people and people of color, still face life and death issues unfairly imposed on them by law, by heteronormative culture, and by us, when we fail to try to change the way things still stand. This is a brief, but pretty clear reminder. 


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Dept. of W00t!!1!

Finally

I might have wanted more of them to understand the idea of rights for all, but I'll take a 5-4 decision: SCOTUS rules in favor of marriage for everyone. 

There are too many things out there that need fixing and fighting to spend too long celebrating, but allow those of us who live in the U.S. at least a while to breath out a sigh of relief, to indulge in some fist-pumps, to hug each other and cry or dance in relief. 

Then let's get on with continuing to make our corner of the world better. 


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Dept. of Take This - And Shove It

It Made Me Smile

BB and I have a remarkably non-toxic relationship, and have had one for the past 34 years.

However, I have had, in the past, at least one unbelievably toxic romantic relationship and, throughout my life, remarkably toxic non-romantic relationships.

I ran into this on one of my occasional forays onto Facebook, courtesy of my friend Shirley T. I love it for so many reasons, not least of which are the shiny, shiny clothes on people who Do. Not. Give. A. Fuck. What. You. Think.

Yes, this made today a lot better.





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Dept. of Haste

I aten't dead, I'm just busy

Things I've done: been irritated by editors; had stories I didn't think were worth it be highlighted approvingly by said editors; managed to get my exercises done at least once a day; seen a faun on the side of a lake bluff, where I never would have expected it; written almost 900 words on H&M; and ... well, let's go with that for now.

More, later?


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Dept. of Being Grateful

Things That Make Me Happy

Being able to hold really neat conversations with friends and acquaintances on LJ and Dreamwidth. Doing so helps keep my brain active, and my heart warm. Thanks, all!

Being able to enjoy a cold glass of sake (yes, one can enjoy sake cold, as well as warm.)

Having a new light bulb in my lava lamp, thanks to my beloved BB. We do indeed turn on the lamp every night, and a few nights ago, the original bulb burned out. So BB mailed away for a new one, and we got it, and the light is burning again. Hurrah!

Having BB. Just having him.

Or perhaps I should say, just knowing him. I don't "have" him, because he isn't something to be had, he's someone. But knowing that he and I are a team? That's the best thing ever.

Being able to write the first 296 words of Chapter 25, and know that they are the right first 296 words.

Rereading The Goblin Emperor and wishing that the author would change her mind and write a sequel, and then being glad that she wrote The Goblin Emperor in the first place.

Having a submarine sandwich from Capt'n Nemo's. Really. Capt'n Nemo's rocks.

These are all good things. And this has been a pretty good Saturday.






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Dept. of Scatter Shot

Thoughts of an Irritable Old Lady

After reading more about the Unhappy Canines than I'd planned to, I'm reminded, after seeing too many (by my lights) comments of "Well, both sides have been unreasonable," or "Reasonable people can see the arguments of both sides," or (help me not bang my head against the wall, oh small local godlet of personal self discipline) "The extremists on both sides," I find myself going outside and staring into the starry vastness and screaming FALSE EQUIVALENCY, PEOPLE, IT'S A THING! IT'S A BAD, STUPID, MEALY-MOUTHED THING! Because sometimes, one side really is the right side.

After reading about Rachel Dolezal's strange, strange story, I was first completely gobsmacked at the story in general. Then, I wondered about the life she'd led that brought her to the point of perpetrating such a lengthy and counter-intuitive deception and the personal tragedy it represented. Then, after reading a few commentaries, including this one, I started thinking about something I should have been thinking about from the beginning: the supreme arrogance of privilege that she exhibited, even as she perhaps thought she was doing the exact opposite.

And then came the shooting by a white terrorist in Charleston.

I still insist that there is hope for humanity, and that there is more good than evil, more honesty than deceit, more generosity than cupidity, in the human heart. But my own heart is aching, and some of that ache comes from the effort I have to make not to answer hate with hate, and meanness with meanness. It's very hard.








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Dept. of Birthdays

Happy Birthday, [personal profile] eaweek !

May no bosses bother you today (or indeed the rest of the year, even though we both know that may be far, far too much to ask), may the sun shine, and public trans get you where you need to go; may there be good TV and interesting fannish viewing and activities within easy reach ... in short, may today be awesome, and the rest of the year be even moreso!
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Dept. of Cats

Opie Update

Well, the twins are now in the hands of my lovely daughter of the heart and her sweetie. I am so grateful to them, and I will check in regularly, to see how the twins are treating her and her own two kitties. Their place is much larger than our tiny condo and that should, in theory at least, give all the cats room to be away from each other.

TMI stuffCollapse )

And there you have it, the Neurotic Cat Report for Sunday. As for the rest of the day, I'm going to make some salsa verde, do my exercises (which have been upped to some very challenging ones, which is why I'm hanging around online and not doing them, augh, and go Costco-ing. Because that's my idea of a fun Sunday. Heh.

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Dept. of First, Birthdays

Happy, Happy Birthdays, Past and Present

Once again, I've gone and forgotten birthdays, so here I am, catching up. 

Happy Birthday, way back on June 2 to cassie_faith. I hope the day was good, and I hope that a tough year will get far less tough, that a loving kitty can be found, and that the sun shines brighter for you throughout the next year. 

Happy Birthday on June 7 to earlgreytea68. She's an intensely good writer, whose work I first enjoyed in Doctor Who fandom, but who also shines in Sherlock fandom - and in the wide world of original fiction, which is so cool. She's adventurous (making the move from the east coast to the far end of the Mississippi delta,) disciplined and witty, and I hope her birthday was a great introduction to a great year.

Happy Birthday on June 8 to 
[personal profile] acciochocolate , she of the gorgeous icons and impressive graphics. She's a great fan of the Beatles (as everyone should be), and of Doctor Who, and is in all ways an excellent person. I hope your birthday was a good one!

Happy Birthday the very next day - June 9 - to the talented 
[personal profile] livii  (really talented. I am in awe of the power of some of her Doctor Who fic.) I always enjoy reading her comments, hearing about her life with two young sons (you are braver than I ever could be!), and her thoughts on the world in general. I hope your day was splendid, and that the boys treated you right; may the rest of 2015 be good to you.

Then a mere three days ago, on June 11, the lovely 
[personal profile] time_converges  had a birthday. She is a fan of one of the Doctor's most awesome companions, Donna Noble, she's a fan of Elementary, and she's written perceptive and lovely pieces for both fandoms. May your birthday have been as quiet or as raucous as you wanted it to be, and may the rest of the year treat you well!

Two days ago, on June 12, 
[personal profile] dark_aegis  had a birthday. She was one of the talented fanfic writers who encouraged me by her example, and through her kind comments, to begin writing myself. I benefited from that, and I most definitely enjoyed her stories.She isn't around much these days, but I hope she had a good birthday. (I hope you're still enjoying Agents of SHIELD, too!)




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Dept. of Don't Be Glum

When One is Feeling A Little (Just a Little) Down ...

... why, then, one finds something to make one feel better.




Thank you, [personal profile] such_heights ,  for this. It never fails to make my heart ache, swell, break and soar, or raise the hair at the back of my neck - always in a good way, always making the day a little better!

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Dept. of Cats, I Can't Even

Well, We've Decided

If the young lady who originally offered to take Tommy and Lily is still willing, and if FB is OK with it, we're going to move the twins over to Sarah's place. Poor Opie can barely move from one place to another, and he's peeing and defecating at all hours of the day now. And he's clearly miserable. The twins have taken to following him around - I'm fairly certain it's not because they're sadistic little twerps; I think it's more that theyr'e noticing something off about Opie.

Ultimately, it doesn't matter. I want my Opie to stop being so miserable.

Sigh.


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Dept. of Cats, I Can't Even

Cat Problems: Answers? Anyone? Bueller?*

I love my cats, for a multitude of reasons. Alex, the senior partner, is an impressive blend of leonine gravitas, dog-like generosity, and impressive lolling ability. Philip, our sidewalk rescue, is easy-going beyond all belief, trusting, and happy to sleep with one. Opie ... well, Opie is a huge ball of insecurities, nerves, largely un-repressed desires to become a mother, and other quirks. He also has the loudest purr of any cat in my recent experience, he's a cuddly round ball of need who makes you want to pet him and tell him everything will be all right.

Opie was rescued from a cat hoarder, and I think his quirks are directly or indirectly tied to that experience. At least one thing I tie to his living in an apartment with at least 7 or 8 cats as a kitten is that he gets very upset when new cats (beyond Alex and Phil)  show up. However, the last two times FB's kitties were fostered with us, Opie eventually reached a nervous detente with them.

We thought this was what would happen when FB and Miss Emily dropped Tommy and Lily off with us for the summer. Nope. This third visit apparently tipped Opie over the edge.

During the day, he's more or less OK - just hiding and growling, which by Opie terms is at least a B- in socialization. However, starting about five days ago, things have gone to hell once deep night falls.


Icky problem ensues under the cutCollapse )

* I use that line, or a bastardization of it, so often that it comes as a shock,even to me, that I've never seen the movie. Since this year marks the 30th anniversary of Ferris Bueller's Day Off, I really should take the time to watch it.

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DW Fic: Lambent

Title: Lambent
Author: [personal profile] kaffyr 
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: River Song
Rating: PG
Summary: How River learned to let the sun pour down.
Author's note: This was started for a who_contest challenge, but, as is my wont, I was utterly unable to complete it on time. Other authors have explored River's state of mind after "Let's Kill Hitler" and, frankly, done it better than I could do, but the brief look we saw of her hospital room, and my own affinity for sunlight combined to spark this. One note: the line River murmurs is from Leonard Cohen's transcendentally beautiful "Suzanne." Again, others have seen a conceptual connection between that song and River.
Edited By: my beloved dr_whuh, aka [personal profile] buckaroobob  and by the fantastic [personal profile] a_phoenixdragon 
Disclaimer: Much as I wish it were otherwise, nothing in the Whoniverse, save the occasional original character, is mine. All others belong to the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin. I do, however, love them, and thank the BBC for letting me play in its sandbox.

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Dept. of Communication (and Birthdays)

Hello, How Are You, Happy Birthday

This May I managed to lose track of people's birthdays toward the latter half of the month. To those of you whose natal anniversary is weeks past, I'll simply proffer hellos, and wishes that the month has treated you particularly well. To those of you whose birthday I've managed to come closer to actually matching -- why, Happy Birthday!

[personal profile] calapine , whose birthday was May 9, still occasionally drops by these parts; she's an excellent writer and has a very good sense of humor. Happy May!

[personal profile] radiolaires , who is not only sweet and thoughtful, but a tremendously gifted artist with words and images, celebrated on May 21. Right now, I have a wonderful drawing of hers - River and the Twelfth Doctor, at ease with each other standing next to the TARDIS console - as my wallpaper. Every thing she creates makes the day brighter for me when I experience them. Happy belated birthday, my dear!

[personal profile] peoppenheimer 's birthday was on May 22. I very much appreciate his occasional appearances, and his thoughts about the world and philosophy, although I readily admit that my magpie mind lacks the focus and discipline to keep up with him. May this year be particularly good to you.

[personal profile] lydy 's birthday was on May 24, and sorry I am to have missed it. Sorry I am not to have seen her in too many years and, sadly, it will probably be a few more years until I see her again. I hope your birthday was a good one, and may this year be full of friends, free of unfriends, and also full of whatever you find good and true. 

[personal profile] sallymn  is another May 24 birthday person, and I hope that she had a great one. I have so enjoyed your recent series of beautiful music recordings, I always enjoy your icons, and your thoughts. I am very glad to know you - belated Happy Birthday.

green_maia celebrated on May 28; although I don't see her around as much as I used to, it is always rewarding when I do, whether it's discussion of books, of poetry, of nature - her love of nature has reminded me to observe and treasure it just a little more myself - or favorite television series. Happy Birthday!

Long, long ago, acidpenguin46 used to visit LJ. I don't know where she is these days, but I hope her birthday celebrations yesterday were wonderful. She shares a birthday with my mother, so I have extra reason to remember hers. Many happy returns!

And finishing out the month, the redoubtable belsum celebrated today. I trust that everyone in your family treated you to a wonderful day, and if you're ever down in the Chicago area again, we'd love to see you. Happy birthday!





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Dept. of Remembrance

Memorial Day

Janet Sears; close friend in my early newspaper days. Sweet-faced, wryly-sardonic woman whose laugh I can still hear, as she nursed me through a broken heart, as we shared musical tastes and made fun of the men who broke our hearts. Janet'sweetness concealed a tough determination to control her life, which came in handy, because her life was a tough ride. Died of cervical/ovarian cancer in the late 1990s. I kind of loved her, and I miss her.

Mary McAndrew: newswoman extraordinaire, poker player, sardonic to the point of being frightening. How amazing was she? This amazing. I'll always be grateful to her for introducing me to percogesic, an amazingly effective over-the-counter anti-headache medicine, which no longer exists.  Died of cancer in 1999. I respected the hell out of her, and I liked her and I miss her.

Ed Sunden: unforgettable, unbearable and unbearably wonderful. Brilliant, over-the-top, horrid and lovely, sometimes at the same time. Gun lover, deer-hunter, non-stop smoker, beer drinker, tequila consumer, inveterate prankster, nonstop in every sense of the word. I met him at Suncon, the 1977 World Science Fiction Convention.  SF fan, friends with some of the most amazing people, one of whom was my Best Beloved, to whom he introduced me. He changed my world. Died of an apparent aneurysm while sitting down to work, Dec. 6, 2000. I loved him, and I miss him.

Rona Malk: nurse and educator, mother, brilliant - yes another one whose intellect glittered - and occasionally dangerous. Joined Ed in making nights at our favorite bars an unpredictable adventure. Wanted a family, and found it when she fell in love with her husband, and had two children with him. Died of cancer in 2001. She made me laugh and think. I liked her, and I miss her.

William Cardwell Routliffe:absent father, bon vivant, convivial train-wreck, whose live lurched and stumbled because of alcohol, but who always got back up. Maker of friends, teller of tales, a man who knew his life wasn't what it could have been, but loved it nonetheless. Died following a stroke on January 26, 2009. I didn't know him nearly enough, but I think I loved him, and I miss him.

Nick Katz: my first friend at Pioneer Press. Incredible reporter, long-ago blues guitarist, purveyor of the darkest, blackest of humors, one-time romantic idealist turned wounded cynic. Lover of cooking, to a near-chef level of talent. Detective noir fan. He babysat my son when FB was a little guy. He was an amazing, wonderful friend, and a vastly talented individual, who, at the end, hated everything about his job and his life, but he kept going. I wanted so much for him to be happy. Died of a possible heart attack or maybe an aneurysm on May 11, 2013. I miss him very much.

Mary Glen Keirstead Routliffe Stirling: my mother. This is how amazing she was. I can't begin to say how much I love her. Died after a year's fight against cancer that wasn't found nearly early enough. I miss her like crazy, and I still like to talk to her.







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Dept. of w00t!!1!

Delayed Mother's Day, or Why I Love My Family


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Yes, this is exactly what it looks like - more action figures for my mantelpiece! I am such a lucky geek! And now BB has his very own favorite Doctor in the collection. Heh.

This gift had another facet to it, one that makes it just a little weird and important at the same time.

FB got the figures and the plush talking Dalek key chain fobs (!!) from a friend who was selling some of her collection, in order to raise money for her dad's medical care. When I heard that, my heart ached a bit, so I focused on the fact that when Andy, Emily and BB pooled their money to get these wonderful things for me, they weren't just making me squee like an idiot - they were helping this young woman and her family. But I sort of feel like I should be willing to give them back to her for free; it's weird. I feel as if I'm benefiting from someone's sorrow.

But they are so fantastic, and I hope the young woman can take some comfort from knowing that they went to a very welcoming home.


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Dept. of Back in The Flow

Progress Report

In my first week back at work, I've successfully made it to two physical therapy appointments, and usually done two sets of PT exercises at home each day as well. I've fallen down on that a couple of days, but I'm still keeping the end goal in sight, that of having a healthier back - a healthier self.

I've handled work fairly well; when I start feeling anxious, I step aside from the perceived problem that's causing the anxiety and try to look at it from the outside. That's helped me control it; I've also been able to write slightly more easily than I was writing prior to going on vacation.

We still have things to do in the condo association; I'm having a meeting with the treasurer tomorrow; on the agenda - the special assessment, the need to crop our courtyard greenery, and the necessity of completing the insurance claim and starting to pay me back. But I feel more in control than I did previously.

All of this may be due in large part to a partly refilled reservoir of energy, but my hope is that I can manage that energty and make more of a renewable resource, thus providing me with the strength to tackle my own anxieties, and to stick to a new regimen.

I've been gearing up for the next Hearts & Moons chapter; I even dreamed about writing fic last night; in my dream I'd gotten about 3,825 words written on something - while I supposed to be doing something else - and I wasn't worried at all about doing the fic instead of my proper tasks. I think my subconscious is pushing me back to the keyboard.

The only thing I haven't done yet is get to a pool and swim. I shall do that this coming week.

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Dept. of Books

I Forgot To Mention

I have been meaning for some time to read Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. I finally took the time to get it from the library, and I'm enjoying it a great deal. It's sort of Austenian, but that's probably a very lazy way to describe Susanna Clarke's intricate and elegant tale of magic in a Regency England that is almost, but not quite, ours. So far, I'm finding Mr. Norrell both pathetically unlikeable and fascinating. I'm eagerly awaiting the arrival of Jonathan Strange.


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Dept. of Sunday Afternoon

Well, The Bread May Not Rise ...

... but, based on previous bread making attempts, I know it will be good-tasting brick bread. Given that I've not made a loaf in months, I'm quite satisfied that a) it's my own fault, not the fault of materials or tools and b) that people will enjoy it (and also c) that once I get back in the swing of bread-making, this problem will disappear.)

In the meantime, while the bread is sadly, not rising, I'm making peanut butter cookies with chocolate chips, whilst sipping on a lovely chilled champagne tulip of asola prosecco. It's the last day of my mental-and-physical-health vacation, and the sun is shining outside. Afro-Caribbean Latin music is filling the house with very danceable rhythms, and a tulip of frosty prosecco is definitely called for. 

Oh, and later, we'll enjoy more of a very nice chicken and biscuit stew I made yesterday, before enjoying (for very skewed values of "enjoying," I'm willing to acknowledge) the final few episodes of Attack on Titan, and perhaps something else.

I'm enjoying AoT far more than I expected to; then again, I enjoyed Kill la Kill more than I expected to. I think it presses a couple of specific buttons I have. One is the button of "living in the shadow of imminent war," specifically "living in the shadow of imminent war in which I, as an active combatant, stand a better than 50 percent chance of dying." I often have dreams about such scenarios. I have no idea why, but I've had them for years. They are not positive dreams, and it's not a positive button, at least not positive in the commonly-held way. But it's a very intense thing, a very alive thing.

The other button is Zombies! Mindless Zombies! Mindelss Zombies With Beatific Smiles! Fourteen-meter Tall Mindless Zombies With Beatific Smiles .. Who Eat People Because They Like To, Not Because They Need To! Did I Mention Mindless? Zombies With No Brains? Yesssssss!

It's a button that's key to a roiling stew of complicated fear and attraction to scenario that takes my Zombie Button reactions, force feeds them steroids and yeast, then puts them in an oven to watch them grow like the unholy beasts they are. 

Put the two buttons together - and then introduce Intelligent Fourteen Meter Tall Zombies Who Might Be The Cure For The Other Ones ... yeah, I'm hooked. 

So there's that. 

Now I need to get back to the peanut butter cookies, and back to getting the pans ready for the not really buoyant bread-to-be. 

All in all, not a bad way to head into the working week. 

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