Gosh, don't you just hate it

Dec. 19th, 2025 01:35 pm
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when your boyfriend, who turned out to be a fabulously wealthy member of the magical nobility, insists on buying you an expensive ring, and not just to get at his awful family who all hate you?

Last time that happened to me, I told him, "The ring is nice, but seriously, get your shit together and stand up to your folks, or the wedding's off." And this is why I'm not married today. Fabulous wealth is all well and good, but there are limits, and realistically speaking, you probably can't murder all your inlaws.

Alas, our protagonist is going to take the next book and a half to put her foot down. I can just tell. Unlike any sensible heroine, she's going to spend all her time trying to placate those assholes instead. Honey, it's a wasted effort! If you insist on standing by your man, stand by him by booking a couples spa date - no parents allowed.

(The ring isn't even magical. It's just expensive. I mean, honestly, I would not put up with those people for a nonmagical ring, and here she is insisting that it's all too much, it's too valuable, is he sure he wants to spend what, to him, amounts to pocket change on little old her? Please.)

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almost a good dream

Dec. 18th, 2025 12:53 pm
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Last night I dreamt that a totally hot younger brunette woman was into me, and we were about to have sexy times. But first she wanted to tidy up her room and put away her recreational drugs, and of course I helped. And then I woke up.

This may be the most me dream ever.
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The last time I drove the car was the Saturday after Thanksgiving, when I went over to a friend's house at night in a neighborhood where it would have been impractical to bike (too far, too cold, too dark, no/unknown infrastructure). When I started up the car to drive home, the tire pressure light came on, accompanied by an alarming beeping sound. After getting out to look at all four tires, none of which were making any alarming hissing noises*, I slowly and carefully drove home.

I had so much going on, I didn't have the bandwidth to deal with figuring it out until this morning. Would I wind up needing to drive to a random gas station to put in more air?

Internet videos suggested that it would take a LOT of pumping with a bike tire to add more pressure. But, that's what we've got, so I figured I might as well give it a try. (also yes, double-checked with a car tire pressure gauge since those are more accurate for the relevant range)

And, yep, all four tires were unsurprisingly low.

But surprisingly enough, it didn't take very much pumping to fill them to the correct pressure, I think because they're actually fairly small!

So, minor vehicle achievement unlocked. The light turned back off again after 60 seconds of driving, and the frogs that just arrived on campus yesterday now have fresh, tasty crickets to nosh on (wanted to drive to the pet store to minimize cold shock for the crickets).

Now I just need to get the oil changed, get an updated inspection, and deal with the panel rust.

So you see, car ownership is such a convenient bargain, isn't it?




*We had a rental car tire develop a puncture when driving around Kauai two years ago, and were just relieved we made it all the way back to the rental place before the situation got dire!

dystopian drugstore

Dec. 18th, 2025 06:33 am
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Yesterday morning I needed to pick something up at the drugstore. The nearest one to the Devil Girl House is a Walgreen's, and I stopped by on my bike.

I knew something was up immediately when I went to get a hand basket and they were missing, just a wire cart with wheels left. When prompted, I asked the dude behind the counter where they were. "They got stolen," he replied.
"Good God!"

As I walked around the store I noticed an awful lot of big bare spots on the shelves. Laundry detergent behind lock and key. I felt fortunate to find (something like) the items I came for. It was almost as bad as the early pandemic supply chain interruptions or even Bartell's death spiral.

The aforementioned dude offered me a credit card as I was checking out. Really? "No thanks," I replied.

I said as I was leaving that stealing all the baskets doesn't make sense even from a thief's perspective. "It helps them carry more stuff," he said. As if they're organized or at least cooperating.

Now, we've all heard by now that claims of rampant theft by retailers in the Seattle area and surely other cities are horseshit meant to excuse management's bad decisions, e.g. treating all their customers like criminals. Why aren't supermarkets locking up their detergent?

So now I'm wondering, did my local Walgreen's really get cleaned out by thieves, or are they being run by idiots like all the other drugstore chains? It's bizarre that I'm even asking that question.
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The next item on the mending list after bike jerseys was bicycling gloves. I have a pair of relatively thin Smartwool gloves where the palms and fingertips have been wearing out, but I really like the gloves so I thought maybe I could reinforce the palms with some material similar to what's used on actual cycling gloves.

I spent a little while trying to figure out just what that material was, for the Specialized "Grail" gloves I've come to favor, but everything I found suggested that it's a synthetic material that isn't available to retail markets. Eventually I wound up talking with a rowing friend whose daughter is working on a degree in fashion, and she gave me a small piece of scrap goatskin leather of the appropriate sort to work with.

Of course, I don't have much experience with sewing leather. The full extent is the one time I sewed a piece of leather onto the bottom of a pannier, to reinforce it. So it seemed like a good idea to approach the project in stages.

I started out with the realization that I have a second pair of cycling gloves in need of repair. I had enough scrap leather that I could use some for the purpose, and learn a few things about stitching this particular thickness and type of leather (I think it's maybe?? goatskin??).

Here you can see George "helping" me with the first bit of stitching:

George “helps” me fix a bike glove

The end result certainly has a handmade look, but is far better than the worn-out material it's now covering!

George “helps” me fix a bike glove

One thing I discovered during the first repair was that it was tricky to hold the material together, just so, while stitching. After doing some poking around on the internet, I came to understand that it can be helpful to at least tack-glue pieces together first, before sewing down the edges. But I didn't have any contact cement or rubber cement on hand for the purpose. So for glove #2, I just grabbed some double-sided sticky tape, and it did indeed help the process go more smoothly.

Second glove repair completed

But I noticed the double-sided sticky tape was a bit stiff, so my quest for rubber cement continued. Because of various constraints, I checked a couple of grocery stores and a CVS only for rubber cement, but came up empty-handed. I'd asked S if he happened to have any, and he didn't, so he instead suggested a small bottle of a type of Gorilla Glue he'd gotten not too long ago and had used to glue some leather.

Anyway, here I am last night, getting ready to glue:
Starting the next gloves, which promptly failed

And here I am this morning, learning that unfortunately this glue is way too stiff and won't work because it has ruined the inside texture of the gloves (I'd put in nitrile gloves in case of any seepage, and some of the nitrile is now glued on, too).
Starting the next gloves, which promptly failed

So now these gloves are ruined, argh.

The real trouble is that I don't think my ideal glove of this sort actually exists as a thing that a person can buy. What I want is a wool liner glove with a reinforced palm, so I can wear them on their own OR wear them inside my ski mittens when it's 4 degrees out. Smartwool was on the right track with the reinforcement of the palms of these gloves, they just aren't as durable as they should be.

And now I've used up all of the goatskin leather scrap and don't know whether/how I can get more (it was just BEAUTIFUL material, setting aside the point that it is leather).

And I'm pretty sure that this Gorilla Glue is permanent can't be removed with a solvent.

So anyway, hopefully your morning has gone better than this.

(morning writing)

Dec. 18th, 2025 07:37 am
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If i miss writing in time, i hope everyone is able have the observations that make passing through this solstice period a joy or at least the darkness eased. I am enjoying my LED lit branch (up all year) and tree during the long dark morning, and found that BritBox has streaming holiday light shows to run in the background of doing other things.

Some quick notes

  • no car news, but we don't really need two vehicles, so we are OK. What we have is a good reliable car (that is now dmaged) and a vehicle for taking things to the dump. Christine managed to find a really nice take things to the dump vehicle some years back, so we'll drive it about more and live with the lousy gas mileage.

  • Bruno and Marlowe have had a step of improvement in how they get along and how Bruno believes he can access the rest of the house. He doesn't need coaxing to leave his safe room, Marlowe is not nearly as vigilant. It's odd to see how things seem to have little jumps and not gradual change. We went from much coaxing to get him to leave his room on his own to him dashing out in the morning.

  • Christine is having a more serious flare (infection) of the issue that sent her to the emergency room in June. Less than a month to the surgery that should resolve things.

  • I am fighting my own self denigration around gift giving and not really winning but avoiding. I hope i can take some time off today to label and wrap and pack and ship. I had so much joy making and thinking about giving -- years of it imagining when i could gift things from the orchard -- and ... anyhow, i will focus on that and try to  take the insecure part of me and tell her ... that people already know i am a flake so it's ok? No, wait, that's not the message. We'll work on that.

  • i've gotten in my (pathetically low count of) steps the past two days. I think i feel better for it. I am worried about how fatigue hit me out of the blue a few weeks ago, but i have no evidence that the fatigue is caused by doing things, i just NOTICE when i am doing things. Acting like i am fatigued all the time is not the solution.

Anybody have any explanatory links?

Dec. 18th, 2025 04:09 pm
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As we all know - or anyway, as most of us know - words are capitalized like names if they're used like names and titles.

This most commonly applies to kinship terms, of course - "I gave a present to my mom" versus "When she opened her present, Mom cried" and "I have an uncle who is a firefighter" versus "You're a firefighter, aren't you, Uncle John?"

But there's a few people in the comments asserting that they've never seen this before, they would've been marked down at school, and so on.

It does boggle my mind somewhat that they, I guess, never read fiction in which people have parents, or else don't pay much attention when they do read, but I suppose not everybody is lucky enough to have been raised by a proofreader. However, what I'm posting about is that it's surprisingly difficult to find an authoritative source on this subject online.

The MW and Cambridge dictionary entries only cover this in the briefest way, without an explanatory note. I can't find a usage note by looking elsewhere at MW. I see people asserting that the AP and Chicago styles require this - but I can't actually access that, and searches on their respective websites go nowhere.

I can find lots of casual blogs and such discussing this in detail, but understandably people who think they already know are reluctant to accept correction from random sources like that. Can't quite blame them, though they're still very wrong. Or, I mean to say, they're out of step with the norms of Standard English orthography.

Does anybody have any source that's likely to be accepted? I don't even care about telling that handful of people at this point, I'm just annoyed at my inability to find a link on my own.

Recent Reading: Illustrated Books

Dec. 17th, 2025 09:08 am
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Frederik Sonck (illus. Jenny Lucander, trans. B.J. Woodstein), Freya and the Snake (2023 / 2025)

Finnish children's book about the snake that lives in the rockpile, a father's earnest but unsuccessful attempt to avert a fatal conflict between the snake and his children, and his children turning on him after he finally resorts to killing the snake.

"Snake murderer," they say. They will not eat ice cream with a snake murderer. Also, murderers do not get to attend the funeral.

I loved this book. I loved how judgemental the kids are, how exasperated and slitherer-outer the mother is, and how harried the father is. I of course would have preferred textual confirmation that the snake was venomous, but it's reasonably clear there was no great solution here -- just as it's clear that level of nuance is not gonna fly with these kids.


Dee Snyder (illus. Margaret McCartney), We're Not Gonna Take It (1984 / 2020)

Illustrated version of the famous Twisted Sister song, in which the rebellious anti-authoritarian teenagers of the music video have grown up to become authoritarian parents of toddlers -- toddlers who do not consent to such brutalities as baths and bedtimes.

I'm not quite sure how I feel about this one. I associate the original version with freedom of gender expression and rebellion against abusive parents, and there's still a thing going on here about the tyranny of parents, but now that's a joke. The parents know what's best and eventually the babies go to sleep and dream happily, and... hrm. The whole thing is very defanged and cute and I'm not sure I'm quite on board for it.


Octavia E. Butler (illus. Manzel Bowman), A Few Rules for Predicting the Future (2000 / 2024)

Illustrated edition of Butler's 2000 Essence essay on the art of science fiction predicting the future, originally written in the context of the then-recently published Parable of the Talents, the sequel to Parable of the Sower, both of which forecast a United States that never addressed the developing problems of fascism and climate change. This volume was published in 2024, the once-future year that Sower is set. While Butler's vision for 2024 doesn't match what I see out my window, we are very much reaping the harvest of our runaway fascism problem. (If you can use "reaping the harvest" for an ongoing and advancing situation.)

Which is to say. This essay has aged very well. I'm pleased to have the opportunity to give it another think, and in fact I have re-read it twice since checking out this volume. I like her stress on there being no silver bullet but a multiplicity of checkerboarded solutions -- one for each of us who chooses to apply ourselves to it! -- and likewise her observations on the generational effect of what looks reasonable and preposterous, both looking ahead and in hindsight.

I'm a little mixed-feelings about the volume itself. It's very pretty and the paintings are gorgeous, but there's only four of them, so as a stand-alone edition it feels a bit... thin. Then again, it got me to read her essay again, so in that sense, it's a success.

Grading hangover bleah [work]

Dec. 17th, 2025 10:21 am
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The most vexing part of this semester has definitely been dealing with student use of AI to outsource their stats and writing. It just creates a lot of extra work for me, which takes away from time and effort I could instead be devoting to students who are actually interested in thinking and learning.

The thing is, if a person is sufficiently knowledgeable, they can certainly use AI tools to expedite aspects of what they're doing. But we've already talked about that.

The important thing is, this phase of it is OVER. I'll submit final grades later today and will wash my hands of it all.

I do need to think ahead to a couple of writing assignments for Animal Physiology in the spring, however.

But, not today. Today I need to take care of all the other things that need doing that got put off because of grading and staring off into the void when encountering AI work.

Recent Reading: The Tomb of Dragons

Dec. 16th, 2025 08:58 pm
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Time and circumstance conspired to keep me from reviewing the second book in the Cemeteries of Amalo book, The Grief of Stones, but today I finished the third book, Tomb of the Dragons and I do have time to review this third and final book in the trilogy.

This is NOT a spoiler-free review.

Tomb of the Dragons retains much of what I loved about the first two books, including Thara’s character and his investigations into the underbelly of Amalo, with a healthy helping of Ethuveraz politics.

Thara is having to adjust to the events at the end of the last book, and here, I feel, is where we truly see how important his calling is to him—how he handles losing it. It gives some good perspective to why he is so dogged in pursuing his work goals—his calling really is his sense of purpose, his life. Watching Thara grapple with this change and its indefinite consequences was fascinating.

However, it also retains in greater measure some of the things that I didn’t love about the earlier books, including Addison’s obsession with minutiae. I can only read about the characters traveling on this or that tram line so many times before my eyes start skipping lines to the things that really matter. This would bother me less if it didn’t feel like it came at the expense of more important things.

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Recent Reading: Lois McMaster Bujold

Dec. 16th, 2025 10:36 am
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There's a bunch of reading I need to write up, but there was a little knot of Bujold books in there, so let's begin with those.

Lois McMaster Bujold, The Curse of Chalion (2001)

The initial offering in Bujold's Five Gods universe, a set of several loosely-related fantasy series. This particular novel has medieval-Spanish inspirations with an original theology; I can't speak to the others.

I went into this 100% unspoiled, and enjoyed that experience very much. Since finishing the book, I've read a number of jacket blurbs and library catalog summaries and... meh. 1) We're AT LEAST two-thirds of the way through the book before ANY of that stuff happens, and 2) none of those blurbs had anything to do with what I enjoyed about the book.

So let me see if I can say some spoiler-free things I loved right from the beginning.

  1. Lupe dy Cazaril, our protagonist, spends the entire book trying to solve the problem directly in front of him. He's got shit resources, shit influence, and shit big-picture perspective -- in fact, it's not until near the end of the book that he figures out what the plot arc even was! -- but by god he'll solve the problem right in front of him or he'll die trying. I love this for him.

  2. A couple of chapters in, when we started to unlock Cazaril's backstory, I incredulously messaged [personal profile] phoenixfalls: "omg. Bujold took Aral Vorkosigan and broke him. Made him realize the tyrrany of meat. Put him through so much trauma that his only remaining ambition is to live."

    And I hold by that characterization of Cazaril: the once noble and principled master strategist, for whom everything, but everything, has gone so wrong that he has surrendered pride and principles and ambition and is grubbing in the mud after dropped coins. He is physically disabled. He has crippling PTSD. He would be content to live life as a kitchen scullion if it meant a guaranteed warm place by the fire to sleep.

    (But first he has to solve the problem in front of him.)


It is also worth mentioning that Bujold's plotting is as masterful as ever, and as usual, there is a fine array of worthy female characters across a wide range of ages.

It is probably also worth talking about the theology of this world? Except 1) I haven't really made up my mind about it, and 2) that discussion is nothing but spoilers all the way down.

I already have its immediate sequel, Paladin of Souls, in my hot little hands, although from the state of my reading list, it might be a bit before I can get there.


Lois McMaster Bujold, Captain Vorpatril's Alliance (2012)
Lois McMaster Bujold, The Flowers of Vashnoi (2018)

Read alouds to [personal profile] grrlpup; re-reads for me and first reads for her.

My reviews from last year, which I still largely stand by.

re Ivan: I still laugh to see Ivan thwarted; I still have fine-but-lukewarm feelings about Ivan and Tej. This time around, I particularly enjoyed how EVERYONE who found out about Ivan's emergency marriage IMMEDIATELY asked the important question: DOES YOUR MOM KNOW YET?? Sadly, the second half of the novel doesn't compel me the way the first half does: the in-law circus just can't live up to all of Ivan's nearest and dearest getting in line to make him squirm.

re Vashnoi: I still think this is a great novella, still appreciate how messy and intractable history is, and still very much appreciate Bujold leaving the ending as an exercise for the reader. Fair warning: this is one of the darker books in the series.
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