Wednesday, July 23, 2014

And the rest of the peppers! I moved them outside on July 4th. By July 15th, several had been attacked by some kind of leaf blight — probably from insects or mites. I sprayed them with some combined insecticide/miticide/fungicide and the problem seems to be under control. The old leaves have not withered any further, and none of the new growth has been affected.

I expect these peppers to continue growing for at least two more weeks before they are ready to bloom — maybe even three weeks. This is the trouble with planting seeds in mid to late spring. I really should have started in March instead of mid-April.

Oh well, a delayed growing season worked out all right for me last year. I’m sure it will work out again. :-)

I had two pepper seedlings that were dramatically smaller than all the others. In one case, this is because the seedling sprouted a week later than its siblings. In the other case, the seedling had oddly dark leaves and after a while just quit growing.

The latter died on July 5th. I was very sad. :-(

The former, on the other hand, is thriving. It is a perfectly beautiful example of a normally developing pepper, down to the shape and arrangement of its leaves… except for one thing. It is TINY. It’s like a bonsai pepper. I haven’t put it outside yet because it’s too small for a stake (and also supports itself better than its elder siblings, probably because shorter stems are less floppy) and I’m a little afraid that without a stake the local animals will get at it.

I’ll probably stake it and move it outdoors next week regardless of its height. In the meantime, it makes an adorable addition to my kitchen. :-)

It’s been nearly a month since I posted any pepper photos. Oh, the horror! Oh, the shame! Anyway, I’m going to picspam you this evening. :-)

You may or may not remember that my mother brought me a pepper plant that was subsequently the victim of a vicious and unprovoked attack from what I suspect was one of the local cats. I also discovered, after bringing the poor plant indoors to recover in a safer location, that its pot had no drainage. Oops. So I put it into a new pot, and after a week — when it was visibly starting to grow again — I stuck it back outdoors. It is now gearing up to bloom.

This is both awesome and kind of sad, since it has taken roughly a month to get back to exactly the same point it was at before the attack — if you track backward on my pepper tag, you can see tiny flower buds in the earliest pictures of this plant. But hey, three cheers for resilience!

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

wherein Liz moves her old fanfiction to AO3, inch by tortuous inch

If you have subscribed to me on AO3, I would like to apologize for the stream of backdated stories I’ve been posting for the past week or so.

I am not the world’s most organized person, so it takes me a while to pull together and format each fic. The summaries always exist, but they may not be attached to the story files on my computer. The author’s notes may have to be written from scratch, or at least heavily modified in the transition from informal chatting on my journal to formal metadata on an archive site. I have to check the files to make sure all the italics tags are where they should be — I may have yanked them out, you see, if I posted the fic in question to ff.net, which forces people to use the site’s own rich text editor and also eats formatting in general. I have to open the story on my journal to check the original posting date. And then I have to think of appropriate and informative tags.

It’s not a difficult process, but it’s tedious and a bit mind-numbing, so I deal with the stories one at a time as I have the time and mental energy.

I will keep doing this until I’ve crossposted the majority of my fic backlog, or until I run out of spoons. I have been writing fanfiction since 2002. I have a LOT of old stories to crosspost.

So if you are subscribed to me, consider this your fair warning: you are going to keep getting “Elizabeth Culmer posted a backdated story!” spam for a good long while.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Narnia Fic Exchange 2014

thenarniaficexchange:

Nominations are open! More information in the comm:

LJ or DW

Monday, July 14, 2014

[Rec] “three to make ready”

May I have your attention please! The wonderful and talented jedibuttercup has written me a Leverage/Pacific Rim crossover! :-D

three to make ready: “Let’s go steal a Jaeger,” Parker said, smiling a wolf’s smile. (1,600 words)

Go read it! It’s awesome!

Saturday, July 12, 2014

[Fic] “The stream of everything that runs away” - Homestuck

edenfalling:

It is once again random kinkmeme fill time!

The stream of everything that runs away: In Dave’s defense, he really, truly, honest to god, cross my heart, do I look like a liar to you, thought Jade and Rose had locked the super-fancy teleportalizicator console already — set it to track baby alterna-Rose and her cat and nothing else — and so it wouldn’t matter if he twirled the dials and pushed the levers and sat on the big fuckoff green button. Especially since he wasn’t anywhere near the zappy ray bits.

Apparently accidental time travel is still a thing. Alpha!Dave and kid!Dirk, gen and feels. (2,700 words)

Notes: “The stream of everything that runs away” may or may not be an official part of my Alpha Timeline Fluff series. It uses that as background, but I’m not sure how it would affect other series events, so for now it exists in a sort of quantum bubble. The title is a line from Robert Frost’s poem "West-Running Brook".

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The prompt in question, courtesy of asukaskerian: alpha Dave somehow ends up 400 years into the future with kid!Dirk. (like, he doesn’t die and escapes into the medium and then falls out? condie throws him and rose in a bigger version of dirk’s headless microwave thing to keep them out of the way? what? i don’t even care which)

i just have this image in my head of this classy motherfucker in button-up shirt and waistcoat, sitting on one of the lowest metal struts over the water with his feet bare and his suit pants legs rolled up as kid!Dirk shows him Very Srsly how to fish.

awkwardness and sparring and tender feelings as they learn to know each other plz.

And hey, happy stupidly early birthday, Asuka! (I know I am a month off-target, but given my longstanding time-management issues, I figure this is close enough. Also, it was a really good prompt. *wry*)

Afternoon reblog? I dunno, I feel weird double-posting my own work, but Tumblr has a weird setup in general and it moves fast, so… whatever. I wrote a thing. Here it is again, in case you missed it.

[Fic] “The stream of everything that runs away” - Homestuck

It is once again random kinkmeme fill time!

The stream of everything that runs away: In Dave’s defense, he really, truly, honest to god, cross my heart, do I look like a liar to you, thought Jade and Rose had locked the super-fancy teleportalizicator console already — set it to track baby alterna-Rose and her cat and nothing else — and so it wouldn’t matter if he twirled the dials and pushed the levers and sat on the big fuckoff green button. Especially since he wasn’t anywhere near the zappy ray bits.

Apparently accidental time travel is still a thing. Alpha!Dave and kid!Dirk, gen and feels. (2,700 words)

Notes: “The stream of everything that runs away” may or may not be an official part of my Alpha Timeline Fluff series. It uses that as background, but I’m not sure how it would affect other series events, so for now it exists in a sort of quantum bubble. The title is a line from Robert Frost’s poem "West-Running Brook".

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The prompt in question, courtesy of asukaskerian: alpha Dave somehow ends up 400 years into the future with kid!Dirk. (like, he doesn’t die and escapes into the medium and then falls out? condie throws him and rose in a bigger version of dirk’s headless microwave thing to keep them out of the way? what? i don’t even care which)

i just have this image in my head of this classy motherfucker in button-up shirt and waistcoat, sitting on one of the lowest metal struts over the water with his feet bare and his suit pants legs rolled up as kid!Dirk shows him Very Srsly how to fish.

awkwardness and sparring and tender feelings as they learn to know each other plz.

And hey, happy stupidly early birthday, Asuka! (I know I am a month off-target, but given my longstanding time-management issues, I figure this is close enough. Also, it was a really good prompt. *wry*)

Wednesday, July 9, 2014 Sunday, July 6, 2014

[Fic] “In Song and Story” - Chronicles of Narnia

Summary: Edmund wants to establish a Narnian newspaper, to further the cause of truth and check the spread of lies and embarrassing songs vicious slanders.  Nobody else seems to understand the depth of his conviction.  (1,700 words) 

Note: This fic was written for Cotton Candy Bingo Round One in incredibly belated response to the prompt: news.  It’s set in the year 1003, three years after the Pevensies arrive in Narnia.  Edmund is therefore thirteen and Lucy is eleven.  I will try my best to write them accordingly.  (The operative word in that sentence, alas, is ‘try.’) 

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In Song and Story
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"What Narnia needs," Edmund said around his last mouthful of buttered scone, "is a newspaper." 

His siblings gave him politely blank stares. 

Edmund swallowed, then chased the food down with some delicately flavored water a rush of naiads had brought to Cair Paravel as thanks for pushing the northern giants away from their spring.  Perhaps breakfast hadn’t been the best time to begin this discussion — his family, dearly though he loved them, were more of the owls’ persuasion than the robins’ — but the idea had struck him as he fell asleep and it still seemed logical in the morning so he was almost itching with the need to set to work. 

"You’ve lost me," Peter said. 

"A proper newspaper," Edmund repeated.  "Or at least some sort of organized messenger network, because what we have at the moment is a rumor-mongers’ network and that does nobody any good.

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