Also, it was a beautiful, classic winter's day. Cold enough to skate, not cold enough to suffer. Sunny. Clear. Thing about the weather is: it just never stops changing.
Also, it was a beautiful, classic winter's day. Cold enough to skate, not cold enough to suffer. Sunny. Clear. Thing about the weather is: it just never stops changing.
"Laura is obviously very tight with Warren and is slowly bonding with her other teammates. We'll be building those other relationships as the series progresses. Interesting things are ahead for Laura. There's more to life than Warren Worthington." - Dennis Hopeless
Writer: Dennis Hopeless
Artist: Mark Bagley
Inker: Andrew Hennessy
Colorist: Nolan Woodard
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In other news. . .well, actually, there isn't much other news. Just work and paper-grading and puttering around rather unproductively but peacefully on the weekends.
I did get to see the movie Trumbo, about Dalton Trumbo, probably the best-known of the Hollywood Ten, a group of screenwriters blacklisted during the Cold War.
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My second favorite moment is Leia clocking one of the Imperial soldiers in the face with her helmet.
- Fathers: maybe stop mentioning your daughters to earn credibility on women’s issues | Medium: “We have to take our time and earn trust. We have to show up to those women’s meetings — and listen. We have to volunteer to do the busy work it takes to make diversity initiatives run. We’ve got to apologize when we mess up. We have to make our workplaces more hospitable to all kinds of people. We have to hire marginalized people. And we’ve got to read, read, read all we can to make sure we know what we are talking about and never stop because we probably still don’t. Our daughters are awesome. But at work, lets make things better for everyone.”
- Dear White Women in Tech: Here’s a Thought — Follow Your Own Advice by Riley H | Model View Culture: “Instead of being useful to us, all I see is that white women are quite happy to talk at all-white panels and call it diversity in tech and gaming. You’re happy to use the means afforded to you for being white to play a good game and make a good face while doing nothing meaningful for women of color. You’re screaming and shouting all day about your own shallow versions of feminism while the women of color you claim to represent are trying to simultaneously hold their heads up to stay above water, and down to avoid choking on smoke.”
- How startups can create a culture of inclusiveness | The Globe and Mail: “As a young female in a leadership position at a successful tech startup, who also happens to be visibly religious, I know a thing or two about representing minorities in the workplace. After years of hearing and reading about the lack of diversity in startups and personally encountering what seem like isolated incidents, I’ve noticed a very real pattern of exclusivity. Here are a few things I’ve learned during my career at several Toronto startups on building a workplace culture that is collaborative, inclusive, and one that can help accelerate the growth of your company.”
- This 2014 Sci-Fi Novel Eerily Anticipated the Zika Virus | Slate: “There is a better science fiction analog to the Zika crisis: The Book of the Unnamed Midwife, by Meg Elison, which was published in 2014 In Children of Men, abortion and birth control are rendered moot; in The Book of the Unnamed Midwife, birth control and a woman’s right to bodily autonomy are central to the plot.”
- Let’s Talk About The Other Atheist Movement | Godlessness in Theory: “Over the last twenty-four hours, with media fixated on Dawkins’ absence from one upcoming convention, atheists have been gathered at another in Houston. The Secular Social Justice conference, sponsored jointly by half a dozen orgs, highlights ‘the lived experiences, cultural context, shared struggle and social history of secular humanist people of color’. Sessions address the humanist history of hip hop, the new atheism’s imperialist mission and the lack of secular scaffolds for communities of colour in the working class US, whether for black single mothers or recently released incarcerees. Perhaps we could talk about this?”
- Computer Science, Meet Humanities: in New Majors, Opposites Attract | Chronicle of Higher Education: “She chose Stanford University, where she became one of the first students in a new major there called CS+Music, part of a pilot program informally known as CS+X.Its goal is to put students in a middle ground, between computer science and any of 14 disciplines in the humanities, including history, art, and classics. And it reduces the number of required hours that students would normally take in a double major in those subjects.”
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The Stanley kids consist of:
- David, viewpoint character, a sober and responsible eleven-year-old who is resignedly used to acting as semi-parental unit to various small siblings since his mother's death
- Janie, six-year-old genius, who enjoys creating drama, solving mysteries, and announcing her IQ to anyone who will listen;
- Esther, fairly ordinary four-year-old who likes toys and explicable rules and neatness;
- Blair, angelic and slightly spooky four-year-old who talks to animals and might have some kind of supernatural sixth sense, but it's a bit hard to tell what is that and what is just being four
At the beginning of The Headless Cupid, the Stanleys are about to get a new stepmother, Molly. This is fine with them; Molly is a sweetheart! They're a little less certain about Molly's twelve-year-old daughter Amanda, a sulky preteenager with who appears to have taken Fairuza Balk's character in The Craft as her role model. Hypothetically supernatural shenanigans rooted in complex emotional issues and reluctant sibling bonding ensue, rather like a less murderous version of Wait 'Til Helen Comes.
...then in The Famous Stanley Kidnapping Case they all move to Italy for a year and the kids get SURPRISE KIDNAPPED based on a WACKY MISUNDERSTANDING! Even as a child I thought this was a hilarious genre shift, although the actual feel of the books is still pretty similar -- the focus is more on the kids and their relationships with each other than the actual plot.
However, due to a conversation with allchildren a little while ago, I have since recently learned that there are two MORE Stanley books that I never knew existed!
It turns out that Blair's Nightmare is basically everything I could have wanted out of a third Stanley book. Plot: Blair, now six, still angelic and spooky, is sleepwalking and talking about seeing a giant dog, which can't possibly be real ... OR CAN IT? Also, David is afraid of being targeted by the school bully, Pete, until Amanda PUNCHES PETE IN THE FACE -- after which Pete abruptly wants to become David's best friend, especially if it means that Amanda might be around also and might ... also .... want to hang out ..... *___*? Which is ... kind of adorable, honestly, but not as adorable as David crankily accusing Amanda of just helping him because she thought he was pathetic, and Amanda being like "no, doofus, I just had a sibling feeling! It was weird, but neat! :D" KIDS.
Also, I forgot to mention there are escaped convicts on the loose.
Janie's Private Eyes, the fourth book, is also cute, and World's Most Annoying Child Genius Janie is always pretty hilarious, but the plot is about Janie & the Stanleys proving that Janie's new best friend Thuy and her Vietnamese family are not the culprits behind a rash of dog thefts, aka White Kids Generously Save Local Immigrants From Racism, so, you know.
I’m a bit surprised. Apparently some of my Margery Allingham paperbacks are worth selling. I’d never have guessed that.
Doonesbury books don’t seem to be worth much, so I’m not sure I’m going to bother doing anything with them given that I haven’t hauled them upstairs yet. Maybe Cordelia will find them a curiosity in another ten years. Then again, they fill two shelves…
There are still shelves in the basement that I haven’t weeded. I don’t know if I’ll do that this weekend or if I’ll wait for Monday. This weekend would be better simply because then we could get by with only one trip to the library. I’m also kind of eying some of the history books from my college years and wondering if they’re worth keeping, given that I haven’t opened them in more than twenty five years. I’m not going to read Behind the Urals or Before the Deluge again, and I’m not sure that Cordelia’s likely to take a class in college that uses either of those as texts. (I read the former in a class on the history of the Soviet Union and the latter in a class on theater in the Weimar Republic.)
I will have to let Scott go through the books to see if there are any he wants to keep. I don’t know if Cordelia will want to look, but I’ll make sure she has a chance.
I just need to find something to put the books to be donated in that I don’t mind not getting back.
Cordelia and I have not touched the stuffed animals. (Scott’s working late tonight, so his input will have to come later.)
[Unless you are a doctor, any amateur diagnoses or advice will be deleted with great prejudice. DO NOT EMAIL THEM TO ME, EITHER. Without exception, they have been both unoriginal and useless, in addition to NOT WANTED. I am not naming the alarming finding in the hope of warding off that. If you are a doctor (or a nurse, etc), feel free to email me and I will tell you so you can give it your best shot.]
But what I am actually here to describe is something of possibly general interest, which is a very unusual medical test I just had, which was an MRI of my abdominal veins and arteries.
I have now twice had doctors say, "You must do this scan INSTANTLY before you drop dead/need emergency surgery!" only to do it and then find that no one's rushing to get me my results if a weekend's approaching. Guess maybe it wasn't such an emergency after all?
That was a truly challenging test. They dress you in a hospital gown, put a needle in your elbow, put heavy weights on your stomach and chest, drape totally inadequate blankets over you (the room was freezing), then slide you into a narrow tube. It lasts over an hour-- I think mine lasted about one hour, fifteen minutes. (It was done both without and with contrast, which may have been why it was so long.)
I asked if I could listen to music, but they said no, because I would be getting constant instructions to breathe in a specific rhythm or speed, and also to hold my breath. It turns out that when I am trying not to stress out (possibly also because I have done a lot of meditation) I tend to breathe very slowly. So I was mostly being told to speed up. And also to hold my breath for up to 30 seconds, often multiple times and in quick succession. With weights on my chest and stomach. In a tube with a completely white ceiling about four inches from my face. For over an hour.
So there I am, trying to breathe fast (as instructed) but without hyperventilating, WITH WEIGHTS ON MY TORSO, right after holding my breath for 30 seconds at a time, three times in a row in quick succession.
I think, "I could really use some music to psyche myself up for this… Well, I'll play it in my mind."
Me (in head): I am not growing old in Salem's Lot!/Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not!/You can do anything you set your mind to, man.
Radiology technician: "Hey, you just changed the rhythm of your breathing. Can you make it faster and more evenly paced, please?"
A few minutes later, while I was really hitting the wall for basically the same reason, I tried again:
Me (in head): I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot!
Radiology technician: "Can you breathe faster, please?"
Me (in head): I’m takin this horse by the reins makin’/Redcoats redder with bloodstains!
Radiology technician: "Can you breathe slower? This test has thirty minutes to go - I don't want you to wear yourself out."
Me (gives up on musical inspiration.)
Me (thinks): "This will be a great new way to torment DJ when I write his third book." (He's my character from "Werewolf Marines," who is actually a DJ, uses music in his head to psyche himself up, and also has ADHD, hyperactive variety.)
Meanwhile, there were intermittent but frequent and extremely loud banging and screeching noises. It sounded exactly like someone was hammering on the tube.
As I said, it was a genuinely difficult test, and I know it wasn't just me because I am not used to finding physical/mental challenges of that sort difficult. For instance, I'm not claustrophobic. But after an hour plus of lying absolutely still in that tube with the roof four inches from my face, with weights on my chest and stomach, unable to think of anything but the test because doing so messed up the test, while breathing in a way that I would use to induce a panic attack in the office so I can teach people how to cope with panic attacks… I was getting a little claustrophobic.
When I got out of there, my gown was drenched in sweat. I think 90% of that was from physical exertion. Breathing fast and deep with weights on your breathing apparatus is hard.
After the test, the radiology guy told me that it was probably the second-hardest MRI to do and it was especially tough to have it as my first one.
"What's the hardest?" I asked.
"Well, this is pretty rare… but there's a cardiac MRI where people have to hold their breath for one minute."
I asked, "Can people really do that? Cardiac patients can do that?"
"People always think they can't do it," he said. "But then they really put their minds to it, and they find that they can."
You can do anything you set your mind to, man, I thought.
He then added, "Sometimes they can't, though. And then we do it for 30 seconds, have them take a breath, and do another 30 seconds. But you did great! We got perfect images!"
But after all that, it will probably be yet another insanely expensive test that shows nothing. (I won't get the results till Monday, probably.)
It's either unfortunate or just as well that I politically opposed about 90% of all American military interventions since WWII, and also have an issue with following orders that I personally find stupid or pointless or are issued by people whose intelligence I don't respect. Because I am really good at following difficult orders. Hopefully I will not have cause to discover whether or not I can hold my breath for one minute if I really set my mind to it, man.
I do love the way the foil looks in the final figure, even if the corners are a bit sloppy. THE GOLDEN PENGUIN -- it sounds like a spy novel.
Otherwise today I have mostly hung out with people and played Avengers Academy on my phone. Although I did also eat fried cheese curds. Fried cheese curds sit at the parallel apexes of "food that is bad for you" and "the best thing I've ever put in my mouth".
I wake up most morning at 4 to go running, and this morning I woke up at 4 per usual, not because my alarm went off but because a cat was standing on me. And for a split second I thought, oh, the cat wants to go running with me this morning! He's waiting for me to put on my running shoes!
But then I realized that was nonsense, and I went back to sleep. NO RUNNING TODAY, CAT.
Usually Richard puts her to bed when she stays overnight with us, but he's out this evening so I did it instead.
I read her a bedtime story and pop her in the cot. Unhappy, Oswin stands up immediately and looks ready to have a paddy if I leave the room.
"If you lie down, Granny will sing a song to you."
Looks hesitant, but lies down.
I start singing a song I learnt at school. The 'Uist Tramping Song'. Haven't sung that in years, don't even know why it came into my head. ]
Oswin listens for half a verse, then starts to sit up again.
"No, you have to stay lying down."
She lies down again. I finish the song, give her the 'Manchester Rambler' for good luck and she's out. Fast asleep and dead to the world.
I see lots of songs in my future. I regard this as a good thing.
I'm looking forward to the day when she'll be able to sing all these songs with me.
To listen to a fanfic, download a copy of the story in HTML (AO3 has this option) and open it into your playlist and go to town. Capti can also connect to your dropbox in case you store all your fave fics there.
There's a browser plugin too but I haven't gotten that far yet.
Just one word of note - purchased voices don't transfer between devices (like between PC and iPhone) - don't make my mistake.
But anyway: Apparently Hands of Clay to date is 22 hours long O_O (when read at 192 wpm). That sure puts a lot in perspective. Also, I apparently fail at proofreading because there's like 3 or 4 times a chapter where I used the wrong word of flat-out missed words and I only noticed when i'm hearing the story. Arg.
Continued from Superman # 48. Some quick shots, since Truth is going to end in a month.
This issue, Superman gets his powers back, and some ones that I guess he didn't have in the New 52.
Also, Vandal Savage's evil plan gets especially comic booky.
NOTE: You may not be able to see some of these images unless you are using Google Chrome. Or something. Still not sure what went wrong last time I direct linked from blogspot.
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I know you’re not meant to read the comments, but this is practically unbelievable. They’re now applying the concept of pc police to babyproofing?!
The difference, Pekka, is that those bookcases are not specifically FOR BABIES, and unlike the baby gate in question, they all come with a safety warning telling you to anchor them to the wall with screws.
Somebody give this guy a very heavy bookcase before he votes Perussuomalaiset again.
#never read the comments
So around midday, my dad says that SH(2) - that's the guy whose name I didn't remember last Sat - is coming with a big plane. Weather today's awesome - above 20C, slightly cloudy, nice wind - I figure what the hell.
So SH(2) showed up with DA again, and indeed with a big-ass ~3m-wing Xtra. One of the cables fell in so we had a bit of fun retrieving that, then - by the time he finally got in the air - my dad had to leave, but I stayed.
Well, SH(2) can fly. Most people with those big 3D planes, they're not actually That Good. This guy is; he's up there with the competition-grade guys - I saw some competition folks who aren't this good. So that was really, really nice.
In between first and second runs, SH(2) goes "Wanna?" and I'm "...so I never touched anything that size" and he's "Yeah and?" And, well; what's the worst that's likely to happen, I'll be bad at it? Guys with those planes usually won't let anyone help with techie stuff, they're definitely not gonna hand it to someone in the air, it's not like I'm really gonna say no.
Thing has expo on the controls and is still the most sensitive, finicky plane I tried to date, okay. Plus fast. Very fast. I got the roll angles straight away, but keeping the altitude steady took most of five minutes.
Then the tail wheel snapped when SH(2) landed it; the metal was tired, by the looks of it. He and I looked at each other, went "...well it's called a taildragger", and decided to check if I can hold that monster while he kicks up the engine to get it to takeoff-speed. Turns out, I can. And while we were being adrenaline junkies, he also did a knife lap maybe 70cm above the wheat. (And caught a gust. And got out of it. And DA looked at both of us like "Bwuh?" When we couldn't stop laughing.)
...then we decided to quit while ahead. By then, it was 15:00-ish.
My dad only got home at dinner time. I didn't get to tell him; it so happened that SH(s) just called, and apparently told him that and that he's going to put me on the jets too and my dad's face, oh my god.
The crackdown on Mary Sues and authorial self-inserts, attitude-wise, means we actually lost a lot of great characters in Highlander fandom especially.
I mean, really. I'm serious. Highlander had a rich tradition of OFCs on top of the already wonderful female characters that the show gave us.
I'm going to go trawling through my old bookmarks and recs for Highlander female character focused fics, because I'd like to put together a rec list to do double duty for halfamoon/halfamoon's annual female character fest, as well as hl_chronicles/hl_chronicles's 30 Years Party. (I can't believe the fandom is 30 years old. Good grief.)
If you've got a Highlander story you love featuring a female character, original or not, crossover or not, please link it in the comments here. (Or send me a message with the URL if you're on Tumblr.) I'd love to read it - and I love self-recs too.