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Sep. 26th, 2017 03:23 pm
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May all here be aware that this morning, I faced my age-old adversary, the finger ladder, and I stomped it into the ground with cleats. Veeery satisfied with myself. :)

(The finger ladder is a medieval torture device set of wooden "steps" mounted to the wall; you're supposed to "walk" your fingers up the steps to passively stretch your shoulder to full extension. It sucks; at worst, it is both painful and boring, and I was doing them for months last time. But I have defeated it; made it to 4 rungs from the top first try, both forward and from the side!)

Et plus encore

Sep. 26th, 2017 08:15 pm
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Cette groupe ci, ils me tueront.

One for Birdie )
elle sera longue l'expédition
et même si on n'en revient jamais vivant
il faut marcher droit devant... ]
Quand il était haut comme trois pommes
et qu'il n'était qu'un tout petit bonhomme
on le poussa hors du berceau
lui mettant un baluchon sur le dos
le bagage vide d'expérience
il posera le pied dans son existence
on n'est pas sitôt arrivé
que l'on doit faire face à sa destinée
D'abord il faut franchir ce fleuve
qui est l'enfance de toutes les épreuves
là où même sa propre famille
risque de le couler par la torpille
déjà on saura si sa coque
et son bateau traverseront les époques
ou bien s'il ramera à la dure
dans une chaloupe remplie de fissures
Puis vient ce passage obligé
dans cette forêt parfois agitée
là où en plus de chercher sa voie
on est souvent perdu au fond de soi
c'est en sortant de cette allée
qu'il pourra prendre les routes pavées
ou se contenter d'une avenue
précaire en dehors des sentiers battus
Enfin vient la montagne hostile
et son ascension aux mille périls
où les victoires sont triomphales
mais où les chutes sont souvent brutales
seuls quelques-uns se hissent en haut
et réussissent à planter leur drapeau
la plupart stoppent à mi-trajet
et se résignent bien à court du sommet
Quand viendra l'âge du bilan
l'important sera que tu sois content
car on fait ce qu'on peut dans la vie
tout dépend de ce qu'on a comme outils
on voudrait tous être aux commandes
mais l'offre est plus petite que la demande
que l'on soit minus ou géant
il faut être fort pour traverser le temps
bonne chance !
Prepare yourself, little boy
It will be long, this expedition
And even if you never return alive
You must walk straight ahead ...
When he was as high as three apples
And he was but a very little gentleman*
They pushed him out of the cradle
Putting a bundle on his back
The luggage empty of experience
He will take a step in his existence
We have not this soon arrived
Where we must make to face our destiny
First, you have to cross this river
Which is the childhood of all hardships
There where even his own family
Risks sinking him with a torpedo
Alreday we will know if his hull
And his boat will cross the ages
Or rather if he will row hard
In a rowboat full of cracks
[Chorus ]
Then comes the obligatory passage
In this often restless forest
There, where, in addition to seeking your way,
You are often lost in the depths of yourself
It's in leaving this alley
That he could take the paved roads
Or content himself with a precarious avenue
Off the beaten paths
[Chorus ]
At last comes the hostile mountain
And his climb with a thousand perils
Where victories are triumphal
But where falls are often brutal
Only a few people pull themselves up
And manage to plant their flag
Most of them quit half-way
And give up well short of the summit.
[Chorus ]
When will the age of the assessment^ come
The important thing is that you are happy
For you do what you can in life
It all depends on what we have as tools
We all would like to be at the controls
But the offer is smaller than the ask
Whether you are tiny or giant
You must be strong to make it through time**
Good luck!
</td></tr></tbody></table>*A snowman is a bonhomme de neige, so with the image of a stack of three apples in the previous line, this may be something like a pun.
**traverser means 'to cross', like to cross a field, so the idea is travelling through a span of time. The translation I found had it as 'survive' but that loses the sense of travelling, of time as a distance one crosses.
One for Birdie )

And one for ... someone else )
T'étais la bonne pomme
Au milieu du panier
La p'tite fille autonome
Chez les égarés
Papa était assidu
A la dive bouteille
Maman perdue
Au pays des merveilles
Pour ces gens pas très drôles
Tu es devenue
Une mère, une épaule
Un point de salut
Pendant qu'ils s'entretuaient
A longueur de semaines
Ils ignoraient
L'étendue de ta peine
Parfois tu pleures
Quand tu y repenses
Cette douleur
Tu la vis en silence
Un jour ils sortiront
Ces mots que tu retiens
Et tes larmes cesseront
T'étais la bonne pomme
Au milieu du panier
L'adolescente autonome
Chez les naufragés
Papa était bien assis
À la brasserie du coin
Maman partie
Un nouveau conjoint
Toi qui t'étais élevée
Seule comme une grande
Dans ce monde fermé
Sombre et sans guirlandes
Tu avais vite compris
A force d'encaisser
Que par survie
Il faudrait t'en aller
{au refrain}
T'étais la bonne pomme
Au milieu du panier
La jeune femme qui en somme
S'en est bien tirée
Partie étudier très loin
Pour ne plus revenir
Dans ton patelin
Aux tristes souvenirs
Quand les pommes pourries
Te font des reproches
Ton coeur de pomme se durcit
Et devient une roche
Tu as coupé tes racines
Avec le vieux panier
Une orpheline
Tu as toujours été
{au Refrain}
T'étais la bonne pomme
Tombée du panier
Et moi, je suis cet homme
Qui t'a ramassée
Je s'rai là à tes côtés
Si tu veux me parler
Des meurtrissures
Cachées sous ta pelure
You were the good apple
In the middle of the basket
The little independent girl
In the house of the strays
Papa was a regular
At the divine bottle1
Mom lost
In wonderland2
For these not very funny people
You became
A mother, a shoulder
A point of salvation
While they were killing each other
For weeks
They ignored
The extent of your pain
Sometimes you cry
When you think about it again
This sorrow
You live it in silence
One day they'll come out
These words that you hold in
And your tears will cease
You were the good apple
In the middle of the basket
The independent teenager
In the house of the shipwrecked
Papa was sat
In the corner bar
Mom left
A new partner
You who raised yourself
Alone like a big girl
In a closed off world
Dark and undecorated*
You quickly understood
By the force of cash
That for survival
You needed to leave
{to refrain}
You were the good apple
In the middle of the basket
The young woman who, in short
Managed very well
Left to study far away
Never to return
To your village
Of sad memories
When the rotten apples
Reproach you
Your apple core hardens
And becomes a rock**
You have cut your roots
With the old basket
An orphan
You have always been
{to refrain}
You were the good apple
Fallen from the basket
And me, I am this man
Who has collected you
I will be there by your side
If you want to talk to me
About the bruises
Hidden under your peel
The translation I found for this one is actually rather insightful and not just run through an engine - there were two notes on it I found interesting:
1. la dive bouteille comes from a book by Rabelais
2. Alice au pays des merveilles (Alice in the country of marvels) is the French title for Alice in Wonderland.
* literally "without garlands"
** This is really clever, actually, because an apple core is hard but not as hard as a pit – or stone! – inside a stone fruit, like a plum or peach.

Well, it may not be doing much for my fluency, but I'm learning a good deal about French figurative language and the fruitlessness (ha, ha) of translation ... 

Kudos to...

Sep. 26th, 2017 02:38 pm
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  •  Senator Susan Collins for sticking to her guns despite the GOP's shameful attempt to buy her vote
  • The NFL players who have continued with quiet dignity to defy an increasingly unhinged president and to the team owners who have supported them. I was particularly impressed with the latest display, wherein the Dallas Cowboys found a way to modify their protest slightly to make it clear that it was not the flag they were disrespecting. 
  • Robert Mueller, who just keeps plodding onward with the dogged persistence of the legendary Pinkerton detectives.  

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Sep. 26th, 2017 12:19 pm
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Ahahah it's the 26th of September and I haven't finished the short story I had that I think the deadline for submission was on the 30th oops. And of course now that I've realized this my brain has gone into a panic and focus is not happening. Because such is my life.

No, wait, it turns out that lack of focus was a precursor to what I hope is only a headache. Please no migraines today I never did reup my triptan scrip.

I need to finish my damn Roc and a Hard Place story. I need to finish Starlight because I have all the last scenes outlined and I'm slowly chipping away at it but the last three weeks have been a couple quiet days and then a three day clusterfuck, usually a health-involved clusterfuck. I need to do edits on Long Road, start prepping for Nano, try and balance all of this with talking up Turing Shrugged, and every time I think of all of this and how behind I am in some or another thing I want to cry.

On the other hand the house has stayed... not clean clean but cleaner than it was, for a while. Except the hallway where the cat post is because they really love that scratching post and within about a day of me sweeping the hallway it turns into an explosion of carpet bits, or whatever that thing's covered in. But eh. That's what happens when you live with cats, along with weekly construction of a frankencat out of all the goddamn hair they shed.

Blergh. I don't really have anything cheerful, although none of this is dire, either. I just have a headache and deadlines and projects and one thing at a time, I guess. At least this week isn't chock-a-block full of either illness or health care visits. Or whatever else was going on the two weeks before last. Mostly illness I think. Aaargh.

when the curtain parts

Sep. 26th, 2017 12:17 pm
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When the curtain parts, when the doors open, when unknown beings from there come here, they always arrive in an empty parking lot, at twilight, when the sky is glowing but the earth is dim, and the electric lights of humankind seem as weak as a last breath.

portentous sky
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I was a bit irked - apart from my previously stated historical-accuracy nitpicks - by the representation of women in The Limehouse Golem - no positive ties between any of the women characters, apparently either bitches or victims (even if the denouement complicated that), and the idea that Gay Men Were Their (unsuccessful and even deluded) Saviours.

And then I read some interview with I think Peter Ackroyd himself about the original novel and the film (cannot remember whether it was in the paper or online somewhere), and the opinion was expressed that in 1880, only a man dressed as a woman could speak for women.

A dubious proposition, I contend, in that there is also a tradition of drag as a way of expressing misogyny.

But women in 1880 were not silenced: this was a mere 3 years before the campaigns against the Contagious Diseases Acts (and when people are talking about statues of women, when will we have one for Josephine Butler?) obtained the suspension of the Acts, which were repealed in 1886. The 'Shrieking Sisterhood' as they were described in the hostile press, were very much not silent and not inarticulate.

Nor was this entirely about middle-class women. I'm pretty sure that women music hall performers expressed certain dissatisfactions with the state of things as they were in gender relations. There were also the drag kings of the day sending up men, if only by gentle subversion.

I can see it makes for a powerful narrative to have a woman so silenced that she can only make a protest by violent physical means, but I don't think that can be turned into a master-narrative for the entirety of society at that era.

Tearing Out, Post #42

Sep. 26th, 2017 08:32 am
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Construction update: M and his son, who is learning the business in hopes of taking over, started tearing out yesterday. (For those of us who've watched Fixer Upper: this is not Demo Day, but Demo Week.)

In advance of that, I toiled Sunday in the unseasonably steamy heat for several hours, trying to go through accumulated crap that I had thrown in the attached garage space and forgotten about. It is remarkably depressing to realize how much shit -- a word I choose deliberately -- was piled up out there, gathering dust and mold. The job was made worse because I still had all the empty boxes from the stuff I'd shipped from my dad's house. I ran out of garbage bins and sacks early on, but bless M, he is throwing the rest of the discards into his dump trailer.

Currently Master Danger is reluctantly accepting the stuff I'm keeping in "his" room (luggage, Christmas decorations, paintings, chair, exercise stuff, stepladder, etc etc). The disorder makes me unbelievably itchy, but we persevere.

The good thing is that M and his son have already made amazing progress, and I am hoping (fingers crossed) that the job might be done before Christmas. Last night, before a last round of discards, I walked through the space opened up and imagined the new rooms to be created from the tearing out. New world in an old house.

What would you like to discard today?

Horizon, by Fran Wilde

Sep. 26th, 2017 07:03 am
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Review copy provided by Tor Books. Also the author is a personal friend and all-around nifty person.

This is the culmination of the trilogy that started with Updraft. If you're the sort of person who needs to know that something has a definite-and-for-sure ending before you buy that thing: here you are, here is the ending, it is a really-truly ending that ends. (I really want to encourage people not to do that, because it's a good way to make sure people don't get to have their endings published--especially people like Fran who have given you nice volume endings in addition to the larger series ending. But I know that such people exist, so! Here is the information you were looking for: ending!)

I don't recommend starting with Horizon. This is clearly a culmination, and there are only two books before it to give you the plot and character arcs Fran is weaving together here; it's not like you have to read twelve bugcrushers to get to what she's doing here. Kirit and Nat and their friends and relations--and grudging allies, and adversaries--are back and struggling for survival--trying to figure out, from page one, what shape their survival can even take.

For that reason, it's hard to review Horizon in very concrete terms, because there's so much that it's doing that depends on the previous books. It's exciting from the first page, it's all engineering and all social and all heart, all at once. Fran's weaving threads and perspectives together in ways that she didn't in previous books--rather than resting on previous successes, she's doing this book in a new way, and it works. It's the way this book would have to work, but I love to see that in a first series, rather than copying the structure of a first book that's had as much success as Updraft has, I love to see an author following the story and doing what it needs even if the structure isn't the same. The previous volumes didn't pull punches, and neither does Horizon, but it does that in its own way.

The ending is satisfying without being overly tidy, without being one-size-fits-all for characters who have spent this whole trilogy coming in different sizes. And...I really appreciate the way people with common goals don't always trust each other, don't always like each other--and are sometimes very grumpy at the compromises they have to make with each other. The world is like that; the world of fiction too often finds it difficult to be both satisfying and realistic, but I think Horizon manages both. With lots of astonishing creatures and feats of derring-do in between.

Please consider using our link to buy Horizon from Amazon.

Family Business

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Buffy asks Giles about his father's and grandmother's slayers.
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Our house smells like the sea. A sea-fog came in through the windows before midnight, as strong and salt as standing on the docks: I was lying on the couch and thought that if I looked out the windows, I would see water moving under the streetlights, and first I got Jacques Brel's "La cathédrale" stuck in my head and then I fell asleep. I was saying elsewhere in a discussion of dead zones/waste lands in weird fiction that someone must have set a weird tale in the deep anoxic waters of the Black Sea because it's too uncanny an environment to pass up (the millennia of preserved shipwrecks alone), but I can't think of any examples. I hope I don't have to write one. See previous complaints about research.

Finally, not a fan of the theme song

Oct. 1st, 2017 08:14 pm
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Insufficiently "Fanfare to the Common Man" for my tastes, and I don't like the intro video either.

(And I have Thoughts. For a society so obsessed with the Prime Directive, Federation humans are equally obsessed with the idea that secretly, all species would be better off as humans. Here it is AGAIN in this ep. Nevermind that being raised by Vulcans is a strange plot contrivance, isn't it enough that she's content and functional, without having to ditch who she is to be "more human" by some arbitrarily emotional reckoning? Is this universal Trek belief a clever dig at Americans, or do Trek writers really agree with this? Eddington was right - they're worse than the Borg! They assimilate people, and they don't even realize it. This would be an interesting angle to take. They already have the seeds planted with the Klingons. They're not going to go that route, though.)

Ah well. In other news, J was thrilled with his bag. Also, I am sick. *sneeze*

Oh! And when I came home today from walking the dogs, there was a cardboard cat carrier and a small box of cat food on my porch. This is all a bit inexplicable, and I'm wondering if maybe somebody intended to leave a cat there? If so, kitty escaped. Just as well - I'm full up on formerly stray animals.


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[Before going into the review, for those following the trials and tribulations of my air conditioning. After two sleepless nights, no, make that three, Super Installed new A/C and removed existing, broken A/C, which barely kept the room at 78 degrees at night. (Granted it could have been worse.) It's been between 26-32 C or 80-90 F the last few days, with 70-80 at night. ]

Finally finished reading The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher. This was published in the Fall of 2016, shortly before her untimely death. It is the last thing she wrote, and an interesting bookend to her writing career, which was heavily colored by insane celebrity status she achieved when she starred in a low budget sci-fi 1970s film entitled "Star Wars".

The book unlike her previous works is essentially about how Star Wars affected her life and changed it. And how she dealt with it. It's also about an ill-timed affair with a married co-star that she'd been infatuated with at the time. And how that threw her for a loop, considering her father had left her mother, along with his two young children via an affair with Elizabeth Taylor.

On a much larger scale, it's also about how the toxicity of our celebrity obsessed culture. And how starring in a little low-budget sci-fi film at the age of 19 can turn one's life upside down for good or ill.

I'm not sure if you are under the age of say, 46 or 47, you can completely understand the cultural phenomenon "Star Wars" is and was? And while Fisher attempts to explain this in her book, I'm wondering if you kinda had to be there? Not necessarily in Fisher, Hamil, and Ford's shoes, but around at the time, and cognizant of what was happening around you. Knowing that movies well weren't like that and this was a game-changer, a watershed moment in human history. A demonstration of just how certain advances in technology can change cinema forever. And a preview of what was to come.

Before Star Wars, the only film that had people lining up for it was possibly Gone With the Wind. And it wasn't around blocks. Star Wars created the term - "blockbuster", which Fisher describes as meaning a line that is broken up by blocks. It busts the blocks. The lines for Star Wars from the time it opened until roughly six or seven months later were around blocks. I remember my father driving us to two hours away to see it. We'd never done that before. It was different than anything we'd seen -- nothing was quite like it. George Lucas redefined the cinema experience with Star Wars, he'd created surround sound, special effects that no one had seen before, and incorporated robots, puppetry, and creatures in his film that weren't obviously humans in cheap makeup. You had space-cruisers rocketing through space shooting each other. Lucas had combined the popular action/adventure cinema tropes of the 1940s and 50s into one movie - he'd combined the Western with the WWII drama with the Swashbuckler. Watching Star Wars was like seeing an Errol Flynn flick, a John Wayne flick and a WWII James Garner flick all at once. And it was fun. Not scary, like most sci-fi films and television series had been, but fun. And not campy either.

Today, years later, the first film seems rather quaint, I suspect, and the special effects mediocre.
People have been perplexed by what they saw as wooden acting. Or the cheesy hair styles. But this was 1977. Back then, we had cheesy hair styles, and bell bottom pants. And well, special effects...were not as good as Star Wars.

Before Star Wars, sci-fi didn't do well at the movies. Mostly B movies. Before Star Wars, there weren't any blockbusters or event films, outside of maybe Gone with the Wind. (Wizard of OZ flopped.)
For years, Star Wars was the highest grossing film. And people could not wait for the second one.
It had a fandom to rival any fandom out there...and it had done something Doctor Who and Star Trek had yet to accomplish, it took sci-fi mainstream.

Fisher's book can broken up into three segments.

The first -- explains how she ended up in Star Wars.
She briefly details her audition, which she has just a vague recollection of. Apparently Brian De Palma and Lucas were doubling up their auditions. De Palma was auditioning for Carrie and Lucas for Star Wars. Lucas was the least talkative of the two. Fisher notes how this was not her first role in a film. At the age of 16, she was in Shampoo, as Lee Grant's promisicous daughter, who sleeps with Grant's lover, Warren Beatty. And prior to that she did her mother's shows. A high school drop out, due to going on tour or doing Broadway with Mom, Carrie ended up going to the Center for Performing Arts in England. And from there, auditioned for the role of Princess Leia. She notes how she practiced for her second audition with her friend Miguel Ferrar, the cousin of George Clooney, and son of Rosemary Clooney, who'd tried out for the Han Solo role. Then, Fisher goes on to explain how she ended up infatuated with Harrison Ford, and how they fell into bed together...resulting in an awkward, secretive, three month affair -- that up until now, no one knew about but Fisher and Ford.

This is prelude to the actual diaries...which make up the center section of the book, and are a bittersweet May-December romance between two actors, far from home, and in their first leading roles in what they believed at the time to be cult low budget sci-fi film that few people would see. (Because that's what sci-fi films were like in the 1970s, they were cult efforts that few people saw. No one expected this film to do well. How could they have known? The cast, with the exception of Alec Guiness, was unknowns, and even Guiness was hardly star power. And it was science fiction. Not to mention low-budget. Fisher and the cast were paid to scale, $500 a week. Flown economy class. And told to take care of their own accomodations.) When Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford had their affair they honestly didn't think it was a big deal. Fisher was infatuated with Ford. She never expected him to be interested in her, let alone kiss her, so when they end up in bed together, she finds herself starring at him and wondering, WTF? How in the heck did this happen? And where do we go from here?
She describes it in the book and in interviews afterwards as a three-month one-night stand, and a product of a location shoot. And insists that as far as she knows, Harrison hadn't done that with anyone else before or since. He, also, most likely regretted it later. He'd thought her more experienced than she actually was.

The diaries are well written, and touching. At various points, nineteen year old Fisher wonders why she tries to connect with others, if it's even possible to do so? She's introspective, flailing, and not sure of her own feelings. Is this love? How can it be? She barely knows him. Does he feel the same way about her? She asks, and gets nowhere. The most she gets is the conversation the two have on-screen in Empire Strikes Back, where she says "I love you" and he states, "I know". After reading the diaries...which unlike the rest of the book, are poetic and hopeful, I understood some of the odd interactions I've seen between Fisher and Ford in interviews and tribute specials. At the AFI - Fisher tells Ford during her tribute speech, "Harrison gets nervous every time I open my mouth and talk. He should be made aware as should you all, that my memory is foggy and sucks." Then later, "Harrison hates doing love scenes, okay maybe he just doesn't like doing them with me." And Ford's expression is exasperation and grumbling. I find that odd, since to my knowledge they hadn't really done any...but turns out they had, just behind the scenes.

If you read the diaries without the prelude, not sure they would make sense. They are bittersweet mainly due to what comes after. And touching in that the woman writing them fails to see her own brilliance and beauty, not to mention her compassion and insight into the human condition. What it is like to fall in love with someone who doesn't love you back or not as much as you love them. What it is like to be infatuated ...and awkward with a guy, tongue-tied. You can see why so many people fell in love with her. Yet in the book, she seems to think it was with Leia not her. And is rather confused.

Up until the final section, I'd thought this book was just about Fisher's affair with Ford, but no, it's about much more than that. The final section discusses fame and being the source or object of adoration...what it was like to have people come up to you on the street or at a convention, regale you with personnel stories about how you or rather the role you played in a film some 40 years ago, changed their lives. At first, she ate it up, wow, she thought, I'm in a movie people are flocking to see and is the biggest thing ever! Then, it overwhelmed her. They had promote the film. They thought it was a low-budget sci-fi film. I remember their promotional campaign. Ford, Hamil, and Fisher wandering about the country and the globe, from talk show to interview, touting a film that as Fisher puts it didn't require touting. Ford at first did most of the talking. None of them had ever done it before. At first, they thought they had to answer all their fan mail personally -- because they'd never received any before. And they all did it. Then realized no, you don't have to, that's what managers and public relations people do. As the years passed, Fisher was continuously thrown by her fame as Leia. And had a love-hate relationship with it.

spoilers and rather long, meta on fandom, Star Wars and Fisher )

silly man

Sep. 26th, 2017 12:44 pm
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I'm not complaining, I'm really not. Because the truth is, that on a weekend when I was horribly sick, my husband took over all the housework and all the kids, without complaining, and did 90% of it perfectly.

It's just...

This morning I got a baffled complaint of "Where are Kidlet Primus's tshirts?" The husband wasn't sure why on earth the wardrobe was completely tshirt-less.

The reason?

Because the husband did all the clothes washing for the last five days. He washed it. He dried it. He folded it beautifully. And then he kinda... left it there. In a basket full of an increasing amount of beautifully folded clean washing, destined to reach to the ceiling before it ever occurs to him to go put the damn stuff away in the cupboards.

I did rather roll my eyes at that question.

Guess who has two thumbs

Sep. 25th, 2017 10:07 pm
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And was in a vehicular mishap that got him to work two hours early?
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Posted by Smile-J

Author: Smile-J
Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
English, Rated: M
Characters: [Buffy S., Spike] Anya J., R. Giles
Chapters: 6, Words: 27,976, Reviews: 16, Rated: M, In-Progress
S4: Willow's 'My Will be Done' spell causes Spike and Buffy to become close enough to trigger another spell to activate. Truths come to light. The Slayer demon is allowed to come to the fore, making something new. Goes AU very quickly. Buffy/Spike.
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but given the advanced state of their tech, am I wrong in pegging this as a third universe? Okay, that's my official head-canon. Something, something, temporal cold war - THIRD UNIVERSE! (So does each new parallel universe also have its own twin mirror universe?)

Also: Why do all futuristic jails in all universes everywhere have force fields with no physical backup? That seems like a major design flaw.

Also also: Why are all the Klingons bald? Strange fashion choice, or genetic disease?


Sep. 25th, 2017 11:00 pm
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To allow them to move more quickly, some cormorants have installed outboard motors.

Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
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What the hell sort of Star Trek have they even been watching all this time?
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