So… the other day, Jeff and I were joshing around, as we often do, and we began to watch the basketball Insane Equinox with less of an eye to the sportsing sportsiness of it all and more an ear to the quite stunning array of SFX the ball makes as it traverses, caresses, caroms wildly away from having struck violently, whiffs through, bounces from, and rubs itself suggestively around, the rim of the basket.

With each dunk, and attempt, we sat up straighter and straighter. It became virtually impossible not to laugh. Bonk! Ba-dunk. Wa-dung! Whiff. Sh-thwoop. It was like being at a Don Martin Sound Effects Workshop. Gump-it. Pok! Unk. On and on it went, with never a repetition, never a slowing of the infinite variety. Then I thought, wouldn’t it be funny to invent a language where you substituted one set of phonemes, say from English, with a ranked array of basketball hoop noises. It would take forever to say anything, and everyone in earshot would be long dead of laughter before your conversation was done.


Breakfast, once again from the Instant Pot, was beef congee. It was so damn good I had trouble maintaining muscle tone while I was eating it.

OH GOSH I’m still writing Destiel fic and I’m going straight to hell but I got like 150 likes in way less than 24 hours for the last one and I should probably shut up at this point.

Katie phoned me in tears. Alex is fine. One day she will tell herself a story that her babydaddy is not in. They are all stories.

Back to work. A lovely quiet shift, nothing nasty or jarring….


Poor Mike. He’s sprung a rib (you can actually see and feel the difference) and while I pounded on him for a while and helped the muscles relax, he’s still sprung.

We went out last night to Cafe Deux Soleils to say goodbye to his French colleague Pierre and I had the veggie pot pie and salad which was quite delicious and a good beer and a beer that should have been spanked and sent home. I’m heading back tonight for pot roast, and Jeff can join us if he wants to.

later: It took 20 minutes to cook in the instant pot and it was stellar…

weird shift

long about 2 am the heating quit. I piled on all my outer clothes and shivered for about three hours – the thermometer said it was 18 but I know what 18 degrees C feels like and this was close to 14. Then there was a godawful series of clanks through the far wall and it magically started working again.


Finished what’s been published so far of the Expanse series. It’s not fantastically well edited (I found a couple of howlarious typos) but DAYYAM what a freakin excellent story. My top ten reasons for loving the books / show:

1. Normalizing poly relationships. (Major Character comes from poly family.)
2. Really gritty examination of have vs have-not politics. (Belters vs. Inners)
3. Chrisjen – best politician I have ever seen in fiction. AND HER COSTUMES OM NOM NOM.
4. The humour. There are a couple of characters, Amos in especial, who can say things that completely crack me up. Repeatedly.
5. One of the best descriptions of what long term love looks like I’ve run across in fiction. (for more than one relationship, across more than one kind of relationship).
6. Awesome frikkin villains – and believable ones too. Some get theirs, others, oh well.
7. Shippiles of redemption and sacrifice. Redemption and sacrifice are immensely important to both plot and character development and don’t come from nowhere. You know what people’s moral compasses look like.
8. I love the Roci, I really really do. (The Rocinante, formerly the Tachi – it’s a ship that will take its place next to the Millennium Falcon and Serenity when Heaven’s navy is assembled.)
9. Representation doesn’t just matter, it makes up a large part of what the series is about.
10 Asskickings and orbital mechanics served up right. Almost too much detail, but the fight scenes are memorable…. that one scene in the corridor/elevator of the Behemoth is just amazing.


Oh, and the casting is perfect. COLPITO.


So I had an hour long scotoma this morning; it was of a zebra striped worm running all over my visual field, sometimes obscuring half of it, sometimes one corner. Spent a lot of time in bed today, mostly sleeping.

I’m adjusting my diet a little to see if that helps and drinking less caffeine overnight (but not going cold turkey, that will make it worse.)

Upsun edit is finished. I’m going to do another really close re-read to ensure that there are no continuity errors between the first two books (caught a couple of doozies – easy fixes, fortunately), and then hand it over to Jeff to upload. So I missed my end of Feb deadline but not by too much – there’s maybe another week of close re-reading to go. I am working full time, in case I hadn’t previously pointed that out.

I wish it was funnier, although it is in spots, and the second book in the trilogy has some of my favourite humorous bits in the whole series. Midnite Moving Co., which I wrote as an entertainment for Jeff, is consistently the funniest thing I ever wrote (I laughed very hard the last time I re-read it in a couple of spots, since I keep forgetting there are certain lines I wrote which are gen-u-wine highsterical) and now I want all the books to be like that. Oh well. I started out wanting to be taken seriously and now all I want to do is make people laugh, since that seems to be harder to manage and somehow, in this environment of doom and gloom, quite laudable.

Contemplating the 75k words I’ve written on Destiel fic since the beginning of January with something like horror. I have to finish it. It’s never aliens, except this time it’s aliens, and I’m planning on MOVING THE MAGNETIC NORTH POLE as part of the thrilling climax.


With side trips for a little light porn.
Watch me juggle, I am the two of pentacles.

Kat Tanaka Okopnik continues to be awesome

and I quote

Once again for the people who didn’t get the memo all the other times:
Mansplaining doesn’t simply mean “a man condescended to a woman”. It means “a man with lesser expertise attempted to override a woman with greater expertise AND SUCCEEDED because of societal support for misogyny.” [ADDENDUM: “…even if the woman managed to wrest conversation back from the mansplainer.”]
(My irritated thanks to people who necessitate my revising and revising and revising definitions so that the points are as pointy and clear as possible.)


Was supposed to hang out with Janice L and sing and play this afternoon but she got overtime and I slept. How very exciting eh wot? Keith came over to watch Westworld with Jeff.

We started watching Hap and Leonard and I’m really liking it, although the standout to my mind is Michael K. Williams as Leonard. Liking Christina Hendricks as Trudy – still not convinced about the casting efficacy of James Purefoy as Hap.

Back at work for another five days. I’m going to try to edit tonight; I’ve had a couple of epiphanies

More OT

Worked an hour and a half of unwished for OT as my last act of the working week. Not impressed, but what can ya do.

Margot and Buster just watched a bird video side by side. Margot, being less experienced, wanted to pat the birds on the screen and Buster didn’t quite roll his eyes. The amity lasted 5 minutes and then Buster tried to chase her off, and then in disgust went to his perch on the top of my bunk bed.

Editing today. I’d prefer to be doing almost anything.

Shut yer trap

If you’re racist and you know it shut your mouth X2 If you’re racist and you know it then you’re not obliged to show it If you’re racist and you know it shut your mouth

If you’re sexist and you know it shut your mouth X2 If you’re sexist and you know it then we’d all like you to stow it If you’re sexist and you know it shut your mouth

the shit I think up when I’m trying to nap before work

a little ot

A couple of hours of overtime, and basically all I will do for the rest of the day is sleep. I may grab some food on the way home.

Paul gave me a lift in again, which was very very kind of him, and made a huge difference to my mood – not having to crunch through the recent and continuous snow.

I still haven’t made it to Westcoast Guitars to get Edith the minimandolin fixed (she got a crush injury, we’re not sure how).

i haz a code

Nose stuffed, lungs congested, and I don’t care. It’s been ages since I had a cold, one does have to get them once in a while. Jeff’s feeling somewhat bloogy too.

I’m actually awake after having slept. Now that I’m awake I should edit. But will I? I want something to eat and drink and then maybe I can get going.


I am so, so grateful for the friends I have. Communication had gotten kinda wonky between us and we had a full free fair frank and productive conversation last night that’s gotten me buoyant again. On two different subjects he and I were viewing the issue from such wildly unadjacent angles that I burst into tears thinking about how horrible it must have been for him. And I got to say how much he means not just to me but to everyone in my close family. You can’t show the people you love that you love them enough, in my view. Telling them is not always the right thing. There are a lot of love languages.

He is The Magician. It is all right.

Anyway, it’s not fixed because it wasn’t broken, but it sure is a lot shinier.

Stuck on editing at the exact halfway point. Last two nights at work were very busy and for nights, yesterday morning was completely and thoroughly insane; twice as many calls as normal and people freaking out and being rude, not my fave. Anyway, I literally couldn’t edit because the second I opened the clamshell the phone would ring again, as it does when you’re getting paid to answer it.

I go back and forth between thinking it’s a piece of crap and finding it mildly amusing. It isn’t as funny as MMCo, that’s for sure. But I think it’s got a little more heft to it.

Phoned a friend to stay in touch after his wife died. He’s doing astoundingly well, for two weeks later, but I just bleed for him. The first year is full of firsts; the first concert you bought tickets for that you were both going to see, and, well, she’s not there anymore.

Whenever I heard a BMW motorcycle for the first year I’d weep. Even now there are days I miss John so much I feel bitey. Then I’ll remember him without tears; with laughter, with gratitude.

Tammy and I keep missing each other on the phone. I hope to catch up to her soon.

I’m starting to build up a head of steam of needing to see Alex. Maybe I can see him today or tomorrow.

Watching facebook friends discover The Expanse makes me happy. Jeff and I call it EGGPANTS! like little kids who can’t pronounce it properly, it’s so exciting.

Grr argh

So the dude whose rudeness almost made me quit this job – which is far from perfect, but is an actual job – called me at 1 am this morning and asked me to swap shifts. Because he doesn’t like working Saturday nights sometimes, yo.

Haven’t heard from him for two months since he’s been on vacation and the first thing out of his face was ‘do me a favour’ followed by whining about how me not agreeing is inconvenient to him. He wants me to break up my weekend to be nice to him, and there is really not a fucking thing in the universe which would make me want to be nice to him, since he’s already made it plenty clear that he’s a mansplaining assbutt whose response to me attempting to make conversation is to talk louder and interrupt me.

Also, if you’re a nurse and you say you’ve phoned four times for a room clean and your male colleague has actually called once, and only 20 minutes ago, I’m gonna think poorly of you.

the relief will not be televised

Various things are happening in the background of my personal life right now that are causing me grief, but I’m doing my absolute best not to borrow trouble that isn’t mine.

Thrill ride, thrill ride
come on a thrill ride with me
Thrill ride, thrill ride
come on a thrill ride with me

It won’t be an ordinary thrill ride
I’m gonna make you

skin your knees

(About the time Paul cracked up, listening to me sing it for the first time)


It won’t be like any other thrill ride

Where else you gonna get


Chorus and extremely wicked cheesy farfisa organ and surfer guitar duel bridge. Okay, that’s how I hear it…

Won’t be much like any other thrill ride
Cause I’m all about

Consent you see