Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Let’s see how many Discworld fans this gets to

coto524:

GNU John Dearheart

Monday, August 18, 2014
I haven’t taken any pictures of Star Island this year — I guess I figure I did enough of that last year, though I still haven’t gotten around to posting a bunch of them.  Also, I have spent most of my walks either holding a dog’s leash, carrying boards to lay across previously-identified muddy areas, or clipping back underbrush, which are not activities conducive to taking photos.  But I did take one.

The east shore of the island never had much by way of a beach, even before the riprap project to counteract bank erosion.  The south shore, on the other hand, has extensive swaths of sand.  And in that sand are thousands of tiny snail shells.  The biggest of them are only barely the size of my pinky fingernails.

My sister and I used to gather them by handfuls, along with the much larger empty clam shells you sometimes find out in the shallow water around our dock, but we never figured out anything to do with them, so we threw our collections out a while ago.

But today I was feeling nostalgic.  So here are some shells.  :-)

I haven’t taken any pictures of Star Island this year — I guess I figure I did enough of that last year, though I still haven’t gotten around to posting a bunch of them. Also, I have spent most of my walks either holding a dog’s leash, carrying boards to lay across previously-identified muddy areas, or clipping back underbrush, which are not activities conducive to taking photos. But I did take one.

The east shore of the island never had much by way of a beach, even before the riprap project to counteract bank erosion. The south shore, on the other hand, has extensive swaths of sand. And in that sand are thousands of tiny snail shells. The biggest of them are only barely the size of my pinky fingernails.

My sister and I used to gather them by handfuls, along with the much larger empty clam shells you sometimes find out in the shallow water around our dock, but we never figured out anything to do with them, so we threw our collections out a while ago.

But today I was feeling nostalgic. So here are some shells. :-)

[Fic] “A Medley of Extemporanea” - Homestuck

edenfalling:

Summary: Dave and Rose meet in person at the start of the doomed timeline. 

Note: I’m not sure why this turned into a dialogue-only ficlet, nor why it insisted on being actual dialogue rather than a chatlog, but you write the story that wants to be written.  The title is from “Comment,” a poem by Dorothy Parker.  (875 words) 

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A Medley of Extemporanea
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"You’ve lost me." 

"I beg to disagree.  Since I can reach out my hand and touch you — here, allow me to demonstrate—" 

"Ow!" 

"My deepest apologies.  My shoulder twitched." 

"Twitched.  Yeah.  Sure.  Your apology pool fathometer is seriously out of whack if you think that’s deep.  You’ve gotta dredge those emotion glands out now and then, keep them from silting up." 

"Oh, horrors!  Do you mean to inform me I’ve been walking around in public with silt-choked emotion glands?  I shall expire from shame.  Unless you’re suggesting that you want to be in charge of this dredging?  Do you harbor a desperate, unspoken desire to plow through the soft, yielding hollows of—” 

"Oh my god, will you stop with the innuendos.  I meant psychology.  Emotions and shit.  That’s your bag, you just need to skullfuck yourself sometimes instead of me." 

"That would be terribly unprofessional."

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Evening reblog?

thatgirlnevershutsup said: I assume you're very tall and wear lots of floral prints (I have no idea why).

No, that would be my mom and my aunt.  :-)

I am 5’3” — the shortest adult in my family, on both sides — and wear mostly solid colors with occasional stripes for variety.  I do have some floral print curtains and a floral print comforter, though!

I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

losed:

Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested. You can go anon if you want.

(Source: beautifulandscary)

[Fic] “A Medley of Extemporanea” - Homestuck

Summary: Dave and Rose meet in person at the start of the doomed timeline. 

Note: I’m not sure why this turned into a dialogue-only ficlet, nor why it insisted on being actual dialogue rather than a chatlog, but you write the story that wants to be written.  The title is from “Comment,” a poem by Dorothy Parker.  (875 words) 

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A Medley of Extemporanea
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"You’ve lost me." 

"I beg to disagree.  Since I can reach out my hand and touch you — here, allow me to demonstrate—" 

"Ow!" 

"My deepest apologies.  My shoulder twitched." 

"Twitched.  Yeah.  Sure.  Your apology pool fathometer is seriously out of whack if you think that’s deep.  You’ve gotta dredge those emotion glands out now and then, keep them from silting up." 

"Oh, horrors!  Do you mean to inform me I’ve been walking around in public with silt-choked emotion glands?  I shall expire from shame.  Unless you’re suggesting that you want to be in charge of this dredging?  Do you harbor a desperate, unspoken desire to plow through the soft, yielding hollows of—” 

"Oh my god, will you stop with the innuendos.  I meant psychology.  Emotions and shit.  That’s your bag, you just need to skullfuck yourself sometimes instead of me." 

"That would be terribly unprofessional."

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Saturday, August 16, 2014

edenfalling said: #46 - Family, for Susan Pevensie and Jon Snow. :-)

thatgirlnevershutsup:

This is for edenfalling and it was supposed to be a drabble, but it got a little long. Whoops! I hope it works for you.

(Also it fits in with the other bits of the story I’ve already posted.)

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I like it very much! Especially how tired Jon is, and how teaching Susan the geography and political situation of Westeros is tangled up in his grief and anger over what’s happened to his family, so of course he doesn’t want to talk about much of anything.

Monday, August 11, 2014
indigobluerose:

openbookstore:

So dramatic!

This has made me laugh really loudly, twice.


This makes me happier than I have any real excuse to be. :-)

indigobluerose:

openbookstore:

So dramatic!

This has made me laugh really loudly, twice.

This makes me happier than I have any real excuse to be. :-)

Sunday, August 10, 2014

[Fic] “All on a Summer’s Day” — Star Trek: AOS

edenfalling:

Summary: Nyota Uhura, Christine Chapel, Hikaru Sulu, and Gaila — the Not-Quite-Senior Officers of the Enterprise, minus the two disqualified for being underage and/or crazy — gather for their weekly game and gossip session.  This week’s mission is Hearts. 

Notes: This fic was written for Cotton Candy Bingo Round One in incredibly belated response to the WILD CARD square.  (Yeah, I went literal.  Sue me.)  It’s also in response to a prompt from vehrec: Kirk, Spock, kicking back and relaxing over 3D chess-or maybe even some sort of 4D chess where you can phase out pieces for a certain number of turns. Just relaxing on the Enterprise I suppose, R&R, the actual people don’t matter. 

It’s nominally set in the same universe as A History of Handcrafts and A Guide to Guerrilla Knitting, but that has no practical effect on the story.  (1,975 words) 

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All on a Summer’s Day
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"What’s the game for today?" Nyota asked as she claimed her seat at the corner table unofficially reserved for the weekly Not-Quite-Senior Officers Game and Gossip Session.  She was the last one to arrive this time.  Gaila and Christine had less far to travel between their stations and the rec room, and Sulu hadn’t been stuck trying to wind up a diplomatic conference call relay right at shift change. 

If she never had to play interpreter between minor planetary governments and Federation Senate committee members again… well, she’d be out of a job, and it’s not like adding nuanced subtitles for both sides of the discussion wasn’t an interesting challenge, but she had rarely heard so many different ways to say nothing of substance at such tedious length.  There were reasons she was in Starfleet instead of in some ambassador’s retinue. 

Christine looked up briefly, the weird, stretched stars of warp speed visible through the window framing her upswept blonde hair in shimmering light.  She smiled across the table, then returned her concentration to the deck of cards she was shuffling.  The rainbow colors of her fingerless support gloves clashed cheerfully with the sober blue-checked pattern on the backs of the cards.  “Today’s mission, should you choose to accept it, is Hearts.” 

"Is that metaphorical or just a suit name, like Spades?" Gaila asked around a mouthful of what looked like pureed salad. 

"Suit name," Christine said.  "Hearts is a trick-taking game, but this one is everyone for themselves and the goal is to avoid taking points.  Every heart card is worth one point and the queen of spades is worth thirteen.”

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Attempting this self-reblogging thing again, because of reasons.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

[Fic] “All on a Summer’s Day” — Star Trek: AOS

Summary: Nyota Uhura, Christine Chapel, Hikaru Sulu, and Gaila — the Not-Quite-Senior Officers of the Enterprise, minus the two disqualified for being underage and/or crazy — gather for their weekly game and gossip session.  This week’s mission is Hearts. 

Notes: This fic was written for Cotton Candy Bingo Round One in incredibly belated response to the WILD CARD square.  (Yeah, I went literal.  Sue me.)  It’s also in response to a prompt from vehrec: Kirk, Spock, kicking back and relaxing over 3D chess-or maybe even some sort of 4D chess where you can phase out pieces for a certain number of turns. Just relaxing on the Enterprise I suppose, R&R, the actual people don’t matter. 

It’s nominally set in the same universe as A History of Handcrafts and A Guide to Guerrilla Knitting, but that has no practical effect on the story.  (1,975 words) 

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All on a Summer’s Day
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"What’s the game for today?" Nyota asked as she claimed her seat at the corner table unofficially reserved for the weekly Not-Quite-Senior Officers Game and Gossip Session.  She was the last one to arrive this time.  Gaila and Christine had less far to travel between their stations and the rec room, and Sulu hadn’t been stuck trying to wind up a diplomatic conference call relay right at shift change. 

If she never had to play interpreter between minor planetary governments and Federation Senate committee members again… well, she’d be out of a job, and it’s not like adding nuanced subtitles for both sides of the discussion wasn’t an interesting challenge, but she had rarely heard so many different ways to say nothing of substance at such tedious length.  There were reasons she was in Starfleet instead of in some ambassador’s retinue. 

Christine looked up briefly, the weird, stretched stars of warp speed visible through the window framing her upswept blonde hair in shimmering light.  She smiled across the table, then returned her concentration to the deck of cards she was shuffling.  The rainbow colors of her fingerless support gloves clashed cheerfully with the sober blue-checked pattern on the backs of the cards.  “Today’s mission, should you choose to accept it, is Hearts.” 

"Is that metaphorical or just a suit name, like Spades?" Gaila asked around a mouthful of what looked like pureed salad. 

"Suit name," Christine said.  "Hearts is a trick-taking game, but this one is everyone for themselves and the goal is to avoid taking points.  Every heart card is worth one point and the queen of spades is worth thirteen.”

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