Did most of my list today; Jeff and I got a walk in, and I wrote, and I practiced.
is it not a thing of beauty?
400 odd words on an UPSUN short, a few words on the fic.
I can finally see the Sto:lo bridge from my back window again…. it’s been the best part of a week. AQI is 24, about as good as urban air gets in these parlous times.
Two loads of laundry plus the dishes yesterday, plus restringing Smokey. We’re still cursing an intermittent blue streak about the intermittent leaking of the dishwasher but no solid ideas.
Buster trained hard this morning, three paw claps and a couple of bounce and chase, and really focussed. Between having his fleas dealt with and the better air he’s def got more of a tigger-sproing in his step.
Le Mans has started and Jeff’s well-ensconced.
stench outside insupportable, and we got days more of this. For the people in Portland and western Oregon the air quality is up to three times WORSE, so feel something for those poor suffering bastards. At least Ned is safe while 12 percent of the population of the state is on the move.
King County R number is .6, best it’s been since the pandemic started. It’s flying way over one in Ontario, so stay tuned for more Fordfuckery.
Only seven squash left.
Tuesday we’re having a family supper at Planet Bachelor for Paul’s 71st bday. Everyone likes sushi, so that’s what we’re going with.
Apparently I’m going to host Alex the long haired Minecraft grandson today.
Yesterday was a good day, I hope today is too.
still keep flashing on Sue and our convo the other day, talking about how the day will come when we’ll end ourselves so as not to make work for our loved ones
Work’t in my garden. f’in hot out there. This involved sweeping up lawn clippings so you can actually see the walkways and driveway, watering the squash, (I could hear them slurping, it’s been ages and I think there may be a single lone pumpkin in the pile) and walking the boundaries to pick up the inevitable logo’ed paper and plastic trash that’s blown in. I also carted the cactus soil and the deck salt out to the locking side of the carport so they aren’t posing a tripping hazard by the back door any more..
Now to collect the clean mats from the dryer, except that I have to sweep the kitchen floor and mop it first, which I am now by the power of mental effort going to try to silently encourage Jeff to do.
later: Jeff did sweep but I hadn’t yet cleaned out the hellhole under the kitchen table, and now you can see all of the floor and it’s all clean, hallelujah. There’s a tiny bit of paper cruft to sort, but I could probably throw it all out and not lose anything. Also: cleaned the extraneous paper cruft from the side of the fridge.
and i am STILL WRINGIN’ SWEAT YEAH
Finally got hold of the doctor and gave her a piece of my mind, but of course it makes no difference. Managed to winkle out a prescription renewal. Why do we need gp’s again, blech.
I’ve already practiced three instruments and done my shoulder exercises this morning. I’ve even written a little. 13,301
u/Zinan took this flying out of YVR this am, check the haze effect on the mountains
ermagerd, somebody I really like on twitter retweeted something nasty I said about Trump and Nate Silver so I am ha ha’ing to myself.
The McDonald’s closest to my house has a worker sick with Covid.
fucking ronald damn his eyes
now it’s time to unionize
Jeff and I never go there, it’s the second worst Ratlands between the Port Mann Bridge and Main Station. (The worst one is right on Main. WHAT A ZOO)
I KNOW that none of you care, but today’s the last day on set for Supernatural after 15 seasons, and the people who guest star are openly weeping about it, and it’s a Thursday, and Castiel is the angel of Thursday, and now it’s over.
fic 13,205 FINALLY managed to get through the scene at work. I think it will play most amusingly. Just imagine a guy getting his face teased off by two co-workers, that shouldn’t be too hard.
Trying something different with respect to a daily routine. Even half-assing it yesterday I was more productive that I normally am and scheduled a whole bunch of much needed self-care. All in all I am very pleased.
Made a small luncheon salad – chopped cooked chicken breast, lettuce, onion and olive.
Buster trained well yesterday.
Wanted to go walking with Paul today, but it will be a mall walk, if anything; the heat and the particulates make walking outside a mug’s game. So I emailed him and expect to hear from him midmorning.
I backed up my hard drive this week; Jeff thinks I should be scheduling it more like once a month than three times a year, and he’s right.
Spoke to Peggy on the phone yesterday. She was putting up pears and applesauce when I called; how very Peggy. We had a delightful chat although she definitely is not enjoying this phase of the pandemic, having school aged and toddler grandchildren.
Drone footage of San Francisco, with all the orange wildfires, is…. jeez am I wearing out ‘apocalyptic’ yet?
There aren’t enough public washrooms in Burnaby.
I’m out of bocconcini pearls and it’s making me crabby. SALT FREE CHEESE! ya-harri-hoy!!
They’ve torn down the last of the sets for Supernatural and Baby rides for the last time today. Sigh. End of the show is coming.
Just told someone on AO3 not to give drunk people ibuprofen even in fanfic. I M BITCH, HEAR ME HOWL
I got ALEX FOR TWO HOURS
He was as good as gold. He whined at the very last minute when he realized his momma bear was going to leave and he wasn’t going to get Xenon HE LOVES XENON, but we made recordings and watched TV and I made him homemade choco milk and we laughed very very hard.
before we made new recordings we listened to all of the old ones, and Alex made some noises that were excruciatingly funny and the two of us nearly choked laughing.
And we have sourdough bread thanks to Katie so YES.
Weather was lovely yesterday, it’s overcast and cooler now, also good.
I got a couple more surfaces cleared off in the kitchen.
10322 on the fic
Wasp nest growing over yardlights.
SEE YOU IN HELL
above noted is the noted, feted and howlarious burlesque artiste Carrie Finnell. According to twitter’s @WhoresOfYore, “Carrie Finnell (1900-63) was a legend of burlesque. She had complete control of her pectoral muscles & could bounce her boobs out of her dress & move them independently of one another. She called her act ‘The Chestcapades’ & was once the highest paid burlesque act in America.”
Don’t say this isn’t an educational blog, and she’s only mentioned in Wikipedia as a member of the Mutual Burlesque Association, so don’t bother looking her up.
I’m continuing to find small areas to clean up and dejunk; got rid of all the kitchen pens that don’t work, always a satisfying activity. Practiced on various instruments; tried to do a small shop but visited the bank instead; hung out with Paul and fed him a toasted ciabatta with chopped cooked asparagus and bacon, jalapeño havarti and sweet onion. He pronounced it tolerably edible and dragged away another piece of bacon like a damned dog to eat separately.
Fic’s up to 9500 words. I’m going to dab every trope on that damned bingo card, see if I don’t.
Finally got hold of the doc, now I have to check the req is there.
That would be my mind, although Jeff might argue that it’s really my farts.
2020 really is something.
Stopped watching Hannibal, it turned out that even if it was network tv it’s giving me the collywobbles.
Walk and lunch with Paul yesterday was most pleasant. Weather continues particularly fine. The Usual Domestic Tasks like laundry and dishes continue….
533 words of fanfic.
The hammered guitar song is responsible for me toasting one set of strings, lol – the bronze wrapping is coming off and making the string buzz
after a couple of days of feeling better I’m feeling iffy again. I think I’ll force myself out of the house to go to a farmer’s market up at Brentwood this morning. Jeff hasn’t shown any interest in going, so I’ll suit up and take the bus, since it’s just one hop.
The pumpkins and the two surviving sunflowers are doing well, and I did get some carrots. Everything else in my garden sucks because you have to water things. My mOm knows about how to get things to grow but I’m forgetful and lazy and those are two things a farmer cannot be.
Five hundred words on the fanfic. Inexperienced character is being exposed to ETOH, hijinks ensue. (ETOH means al k hall)
Erica Henderson, Eisner-winning artist, made this
@ericafails on twitter
THE US IS A FAILED STATE
Looking Inside Myself, 2002, carved whalebone by Susie Silook, artist of Siberian Yupik, Inupiaq descent
Rogers, 2012, Post Gazette
Rob Rogers was fired from the Post Gazette in 2018 because all mainstream media outlets in the US are owned by right wing oligarchs
ah the good old days – open in a new tab and it should be (just barely) readable.
things I hate about other people’s fanfic
saying it’s your first one.
NO JUST DON’T
Tyops S o amny tyops Please poofread your gay works
Insufficient tags or TOO MANY
Changing how you do paragraphs in the middle of the fic.
NO CLOSE QUOTES o god I hate that so much
this picture makes me unreasonably happy
Can you spot Luna at the end of this ?
Come As You Are – three disabled guys go on a road trip to a brothel in Montreal with Gabourey Sidibe as the driver. Jeff and I laughed our asses off. It tries to speak to the difficult truths about autonomy and pleasure and love without talking down to disabled people and for the most part succeeds. There are a number of interesting twists on the trope of the magical Black woman, most of which land deftly, but you can tell white people, non disabled. wrote it. Also Jeff called one of the main plot points about thirty seconds into the road trip so full marks for observation. Cried at the end so hard the top of my head nearly caved in, full marks to me for being a drip.
First Love – Funny, horrifying, over-the-top, stylish and touching all at once, this ensemble bloodbath with a happy ending is utterly worth seeing just for how fast it moves and the clockwork intricacy of the plotting and fight scenes, and for how it casually integrates the cultural differences of the principals into the action. (Chinese gangs vs Japanese cops vs. Yakuza vs. extremely confused but survival-oriented lower-class civilians.) One of the characters is floridly psychotic and hallucinating due to drug toxicity for a good chunk of the movie which just adds to the ‘not knowing what the fuck is going to happen next’ thrill ride of it all.
I’ve added a tag to the song “I’m going to have to ask the smart people to leave”.
AU Castiel with suit and tats
AU Dean Winchester with piercings and tats. Art available on Etsy at https://www.etsy.com/shop/JackieDeeArt
I am not a fan of age regressed fan pics for these two actors (Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles) so these pics make me very happy.
My only question to myself is whether this is in my own Midnite Moving Co Universe or in the Firefly verse or the Stargate verse. Because I would like to keep it consistent. I’m thinking row II or column II. au means alternate universe.
|fuck or die||rivals to lovers||amnesia||mind control||au: neighbors|
|immortality / reincarnation||telepathy / mindmeld||secret twin / doppelganger||au: daemons||snowed in|
|au: cop / detective||food porn||FREE
|au: college / highschool||au: hooker / porn / stripper|
|game night||animal transformation||de-aged||bodyswap||slavefic|
|au: fantasy||genderswap||kiss to save the day||alpha / beta / omega||au: were / vamp / supernatural|
Tried to watch Supernatural. Lousy script, lousy acting, no charisma. I know the show’s been running for a decade so it obviously has die hard fans, but Jeff and I, thinking of Stargate and ER and the Wire and Deadwood and Breaking Bad and Huff – think that someething has gotta be good before we want to commit.
2020 SAYS JEFF NEVER WATCHED IT BUT I SURE DID. IN 2017 I STARTED WRITING DESTIEL FANFIC AND IF YOU ASK ME NICE I’LL TELL YOU WHERE TO FIND IT
So instead we’re onto S4 of ER, which is definitely a drama worth watching. SO many nice touches, the best nice touch being how the writers and actors make silence effective. The loudest noise is silence.
Jerome told me about a kitchen for rent so I contacted them. They haven’t written me back. I have also been applying for jobs, but I am not surprised or hurt that there’s been no response so far.