But I did some, and I also vidchatted with a friend and saw HERPS ahhhhhh so cute~ She has some blue-tongue lizards, and then her friend joined in and showed off her snakes and eeee :D :D :D SUCH CUTIES OMG.
And then this evening I played a stupid clickygame. It was really really dumb. Herding cats was kind of the endgame level of dumb. I just. BUT HEY, fun!
I moved all my nursing bras into a box for storage and I'll ebay them at some point. I got a lot of nursing bras from ebay in the first place - it's kind of heartbreaking how many descriptions go along the lines of "tried to breastfeed but it didn't work out" - because even with a 50% failure rate for good fit, it was a lot cheaper than buying them new.
I think I'm less easily tired than I was, but it's hard to tell - too many other things that also make me tired. I'm definitely less hungry though, and for that alone I'm grateful.
'As far as what happened in terms of the soap opera aspect of monthly comicbooks "falling out of favor"... I couldn't tell you. I think extremely influential writers in the modern era -- like Warren Ellis, in particular -- were pretty far removed from employing explicit soap opera aspects in their comicbooks, so there's that. In fact, a lot of British writers, weaned on 2000AD, would obviously steer clear of soap opera in their writing, since it wasn't something that inspired them in the first place. Not to mention, the lack of it was something they used to set themselves apart. To brand themselves as something different from what was then a true staleness in American serialized comicbooks. And it definitely worked, especially in Warren's case. And the writers that came after him -- even American ones -- followed his lead on a lot of their work.' - Joe Casey
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An especially nasty organization of Russian terrorists was broken up by a joint American & Russian operation. But, a group of the deadliest of them escaped justice with a great deal of wealth, and are currently in New York, plotting the downfall of the American Dream.
Fortunately, the safety and security of our great nation is in good hands.
Comedic ultraviolence following. If DC & Marvel ever do joint projects again, I want a Harley & Deadpool team-up. But could the Multiverse survive such a union?
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The main case our hero, Abaku Inugami, is faced with this time is actually involving plagiarism! Vin Daichi (aka Class 6-2’s Da Vinci) and Hikari Takasu (aka Class 6-3’s Picasso) are claiming that the other is copying and stealing their work. They want to sue the other for the damages and slander they have been receiving. These nasty rumors have been wrecking their reputation in the school’s Fine Arts world after all. Abaku agrees to represent Takasu in the case, but only after seeing how both of the artists’ recent painting is pretty much exactly the same.
However, this is where things start changing up as we introduce a Civil Court Case...
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Your thoughts on these new developments?
Written by Nobuaki Enoki, Art by Takeshi Obata
Thing is, it occurred to me that I'm spending a significant amount of time helping other writers get their books ready for Book View Cafe publication, and actually no time at all working towards the same splendid goal with my own backlist books. This is demonstrably sup-optimal, and needs fixing.
But step one is to dig out destructible copies of my early books, for which I have no viable electronic versions; and the other thing is that I am a disorganised creature with thirty-eight years of publishing history behind me, whose stuff has recently crossed oceans. And there's a lot of published stuff - one of the things about the writing life is that one tends to accumulate unpredictable numbers of every story, every book, every translation - and it was barely sorted when I packed it, and much of it is still in boxes in the clubhouse.
So I went to look through 'em to see if I could find a copy of Paradise to be scanned and OCR'd; and was barely into the first box before I decided this was a silly way to do things. And now I am going through all the boxes, sorting and organising and recording. And finding that I have dozens and dozens of copies of some books, and vanishingly few copies of others; but I knew that already, and by the end of the day maybe I really will know whether "vanishingly" is the mot juste...
(And if anyone local wants a free book or two, you only need to ask. Seriously. I do not need fifty copies of a twenty-year-old paperback.)
[EtA: I have been through all the boxes that admit to holding books that I wrote. Unless there has been some serious mislabelling among the rest, then in among the plethorae - mostly, inevitably, vols 2 or 3 of a series; I am universally scant on vols 1 - are some curious lacunae. I appear to have no copies at all of the Daniel Fox books, except for Hidden Cities (vol 3, yup); and if I have any copies of Pandaemonium they ain't there. And I have no spares of The Samaritan (which some consider my first book), or Shelter (which some consider my best). Hmm. I foresee raids on Abebooks* as a priority...]
*I have always envisioned Abe as a lumberjack, living in a check shirt and a big beard and a log cabin in the woods. Insulated with books, which he sorts & packs for the mail at the end of a long day's lumberjacking. With an axe. Seriously, this is the way I see him.
Yesterday, I found that the parsley has taken over its own propagation, and there are little self-seeded parsley plants in the herb bed. I love that.
And the teeny-tiny kieffer lime has teeny-tiny buds on it, yay.
And there is some chance of a little rain tomorrow. *crosses fingers*
And there is a garden I walk past almost every day, on my way home from the library; and it doesn't have too many plants, but it does have almost everything else you can put in a garden by way of ornamentation. It has fountains and sundials and soft toys and a standard bench with lifesize statues of two elderly people enjoying the sunshine and and and. And many, many colourful banners, which are swapped out with the seasons. We have been through this garden's wishing us a merry Christmas and a happy new year; we have been through Valentine's Day; this being America, what's up next is St Patrick's Day, and all the banners have turned green. And one of them proudly declares HAPPY ST PAT'S DAY! - only due to kerning difficulties and a poor choice of typeface, what I read was HAPPY STOATS DAY!
Which I think we need to keep in the calendar. Except that in the interests of diversity it should not of course exclude ferrets, and ice-weasels are a must; so may I take this opportunity to wish you all a very happy MusteliDay?
*I do. Don't you? 'Course you do!
This is epic. It's the "monkey see, monkey do" moment. One of the most crucial steps in creating artificial life is the ability of self-learning instead of programming. More importantly, learning by observation -- rather than being trained explicitly -- is a feature of higher lifeforms such as humans, cetaceans, and great apes. It lays a foundation for the "aha!" moment of awakening to self. A robot might go through the motions and then suddenly understand what they mean.
Just remember, an AI is like a small child. They learn what they see. They mimic what you do, not what you say. So treat them as you want to be treated. Teach them well. Then they'll do great things, instead of going insane and trying to destroy the world.
Ironically, one of the healthiest relationships in Polychrome Heroics is a quiet little villain/villain F/F. Fortressa has declared that she is Through With Men. Okay, fine, she can do that. One of her henchwomen, Socket, has an almighty crush on Fortressa -- and has said absolutely nothing about it, because Fortressa isn't interested in a sexual/romantic relationship. Instead, Socket is just always there for her, fixing up the battlesuit and making sure there's food in the shop fridge and generally trying to make Fortressa's life easier. Because that's what true love is all about. It's not about getting what you want out of the other person. It's that condition in which somebody's happiness in integral to your own, so you do what you can to be there for them, however they want you to. It doesn't have to be sexual. And what started out as a crush is slowly, inexorably, and quite beautifully growing into a squish which is fulfilling for both of them.
To find my asexual, celibate, demisexual, etc. characters, check out the QUILTBAG list.
Our whole complicated lives
The Rev. Gretchen Haley writes about “how loving works.”
Some people are really super duper consistent in the type (and biological sex) of the person they fall in love with and desire. And some people truly only fall in love with and find intimacy with one person, for their whole life.
But for many of us, love and desire is a lot more complicated across our lifetimes. There are relationships we just cannot have words for, that mean more to us in many ways than the relationships we do have words for. We surprise ourselves with desire for people that we would’ve never expected at other points in our lives. Some of those desires we act on; many of them, we do not. Love changes and grows and fades and evolves—because we do. Living things change. (Another Possibility, February 23)
Karen Johnston writes about “Sex and life and aging and death [as one] gorgeous, edgy, voluptuous cloth.” (Irrevspeckay, February 24)
Katy Carpman isn’t a fan of hugging.
My body is mine, and I like to keep some space around it. When someone I do not much know is touching me more than incidentally, or wrapping around me, I can deal but I get a little twitchy. It wears me out.
A good friend? Sure, we’ll do a hug. Maybe two. I do not need to do the orbit of hugs when I arrive or before I leave a party. (Remembering Attention, February 25)
Responding to the popular book and movie, 50 Shades of Gray, Desmond Ravenstone prefers relational covenants to transactional covenants.
Too often, our consumer culture reduces sexuality to what we do—from conventional intercourse to role-playing in fetish garb. We forget that what we desire to do is inextricably linked to who we are as unique persons, and how the doing may affect our being. May we remember who we are, and what we have to bring, whenever we come together. (Ravenstone’s Reflections, February 24)
When you say that those monsters shouldn’t be allowed in the doors of the Church, that you would never shake the hand of someone “like that”, please remember that you are talking about my dad. My dad who started out the same as all of us—feeling attracted to kids because he was one, and who didn’t ever grow out of it. . . .
You are talking about my dad, who lived with urges that most of us cannot judge or understand because we don’t have them. My dad who thought he could be strong enough to overcome it on his own.
My dad, who fought a hard fight. And who mostly succeeded. (Ravenstone’s Reflections, February 21)
Shauna Ahern, a member of the congregation I serve, applies to her own life lessons she learned at a recent memorial service.
We don’t have just one life and then a death. . . . There are, without a doubt, a thousand deaths and births while we’re here. I think the best way to live through them is to talk about it and share it with each other. Why are we so afraid of talking about death? (Gluten-Free-Girl and the Chef, February 25)
Sara Lewis introduces her congregation’s monthly theme for March, “Rhythms.”
There is a time for everything, not just for foods, but for everything. The value of living seasonally is that you attune your life to what is the right thing to be doing right now. As a life-coach once told me, “you can do almost everything you want and need to do, but honey you can’t do it all right now.” (The Children’s Chalice, February 26)
The Rev. Amy Zucker Morgenstern suggests that we enlarge our definition of compassion.
I tend to think of compassion in the context of empathizing with someone’s suffering, although if asked to define it, I would say it encompasses all feelings, joyful as well as sorrowful. . . .
If we only invite compassion for people when they’re suffering, compassion has a steep hill to climb. It has to conquer our natural desire to avoid pain. . . . Partaking of someone’s feelings becomes a chore. But if we invite compassion for all feelings, . . . feeling others’ feelings, far from being always painful, can be a source of great pleasure. It’s an act of imagination, engaging and fascinating, which sometimes does carry us into experiences we would rather not have, but also brings us happiness that we would not have experienced had we remained shut in our own minds. (Sermons in Stones, February 20)
New humanism, and a new Fellowship Movement
The Rev. Dr. David Breeden explains some of humanism’s roots—and argues that humanism now has a new context.
In fighting religious dogmas, humanism became dogmatic. Attacks on religious claims; attacks on scriptures; claims and counter-claims became part of humanist practice. This is old fashioned now, at best.
But that was then. Now, humanism has a whole new world to dwell in. A world in which religions are interesting antiques and we humans can finally get around to exploring ways to make life better . . . here and now. (Quest for Meaning, February 26)
The Rev. Dr. Cynthia Landrum thinks it’s time for a new Fellowship Movement.
I think the answer looks something like multi-site and and something like a Fellowship. The folks that are not attracted to a traditional church and its worship as the central focus might be attracted to something that is Unitarian Universalism in another package, like the Fellowships were. . . . But it needs institutional support, like the Fellowships had through the UUA staff and the mailings from Boston that provided the Fellowships with pre-prepared worship services and programs.
Today, it won’t be an ad in a newspaper, but something spread by social media. And maybe the staff person isn’t from Boston but rather, like the multi-site model, supplied by the nearest congregation. But the model being so fixed and clear and authorized and organized centrally is what made the Fellowship model so successful. We need that clear vision and mandate to grow these new entities, the new Fellowships. (The Lively Tradition, February 20)
Remembering Malcolm X
For the Rev. Dan Harper, reading Malcolm X is “a bracing experience.”
Recently, I’ve been questioning this notion of “white privilege” that we white liberals have been playing around with for twenty-five years or so. In The Ballot or the Bullet, Malcom X writes: “Whenever you’re going after something that belongs to you, anyone who’s depriving you of the right to have it is a criminal. Understand that. Whenever you are going after something that is yours, you are within your legal rights to lay claim to it. And anyone who puts forth any effort to deprive you of that which is yours, is breaking the law, is a criminal.” This simple, clear statement puts the lie to the concept of “white privilege”; what we’re actually talking about is theft, a criminal act, a crime. (Yet Another Unitarian Universalist, February 21)
He taught us a lot about logic and emotion; more crucially still, the need to balance both in order to live well. Along with the rest of the Star Trek teamfamily, he taught us about tolerance -- not just of others, but of ourselves. He showed us glimpses, not just of one future, but of many futures. In doing these things, he left an imprint that will last as long as our culture does.
So I'm sorry he's left us -- though he has left quite a lot to us -- and I'm really going to miss that man. But on the other side...
Leonard Nimoy looks at the enormous mob burgeoning around The Great Con in the Sky. Two cloud buses have arrived simultaneously. One of them disgorges a flock of angels -- is that Metatron? -- while the other lets out a stream of tzadikim. On the front lawn, a circle of Summerlanders are spit-roasting an entire ox.
Leonard shakes his head and sneaks around back in search of an open window. Just as he is closing the window behind himself, a soft sound makes him whirl around. "Gene!" he cries gladly.
"Hello, old friend," says Gene Roddenberry as they hug. "Sorry about the crush out front. People are excited to see you."
Leonard raises an eyebrow. "Coming in the back way was a logical ruse," he says. "But what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you," Gene replies. "Since you made your peace with old Spock, I figured you'd take the logical route. Come on, I'll show you where we stashed the secret Green Room. If we hurry, we can get there before Isaac Asimov eats all the cookies."
Grinning, Leonard drapes a long arm over Gene's shoulders and says, "Lead the way."
Lewis Reynolds, at age 13, was among more than 7,000 Virginians involuntarily sterilized between 1924 and 1979 under the Virginia Eugenical Sterilization Act.
Reynolds was presumed to have epilepsy. As it turned out, he was exhibiting temporary symptoms from having been hit in the head with a rock.
Reynolds' first wife left him after the couple learned they couldn't have children. He married again, and this time the union lasted. His second wife, Delores, died seven years ago after 47 years of marriage.
There were times, he has said, when he and Delores would cry about their inability to have a family.
The original Star Trek series was one of my very first introductions to science fiction–and to science fiction fandom. When I started going to conventions in the late eighties, I was delighted to discover that a group of fan performers, headed up by the redoutable Julia Ecklar as Captain Kirk, had done a couple of live musical parodies of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan and Star Trek III: The Search for Spock. They used, respectively, West Side Story and South Pacific–giving us Wrath Side Story and Spock Pacific.
Dara digitized our old copies of these, and you can find them on her YouTube channel here.
I mention this because to this day, Dara and I still periodically break into song snippets from these performances, and I always DID love the opening number in particular: “WHAT AIN’T WE GOT? WE AIN’T GOT SPOCK!”
Now that line’s got a brand new poignance, since I am seeing the Internet explode with the news of the passing of Leonard Nimoy. The New York Times has an article here. Tor.com covers the story here. John Scalzi has a post up here.
I started watching Trek in my mid-teens, and at that age, I was totally bowled over by Captain Kirk. But as I grew older I developed much more of an appreciation for Spock, and a couple of my very favorite episodes of the series–“Journey to Babel” and “Amok Time”–are Spock-centric episodes. His ongoing struggle between his human side and his Vulcan side makes Spock, for me, a truly compelling character. And it’s played so beautiful in his contentious relationship with his father, from whom he gets his dry Vulcan snark QUITE honestly. Moreover, the way Spock’s face lights up when he realizes he didn’t kill Kirk after all at the end of “Amok Time” is beautiful.
Trek is a strong current in the filk music I came to love as well, particularly the songs by the aforementioned Julia Ecklar. Julia has a wrenching song in particular about the destruction of the Enterprise, one which makes me tear up every time I hear it. But she’s also got a delightful one from McCoy’s point of view: “He’s Dead Jim”. And yet another about the resurrection of Trek fandom when the movies came out. Trek meant a LOT to her in her music, and this shone through into my own development as a fan of Star Trek. I came to admire Spock as a character even more when I saw the hints of an early romance between him and Uhura in the initial episodes–and when I realized he was a musician as well.
So I may be a Kirk fangirl, but Spock is right behind him in my affections.
We lost DeForest Kelley in 1999, and now we’ve lost the second of the triad of the characters that were the heart of the original Star Trek.
But I think I speak for every Trek fan in the world when I say that all of us will be happy to stand in for Doctor McCoy, and provide a place for Spock’s katra to live forever.
Rest in peace, Mr. Nimoy. You lived long and prospered. We will miss you.
I leave you with this rousing chorus:
We’ve an admiral brave and daring, he’s the best the fleet has got!
We’ve a helmsman who’s named Sulu and an engineer named Scott
A Russian navigator and a slightly schizoid doc
But what ain’t we got? WE AIN’T GOT SPOCK!
There is nothing quite like Spock!
Nothing in the world
There is nothing you can grok
That is anything quite like Spock!
Editing to add:
And I also leave you with this.
Speaking of Julia Ecklar, here’s that song I mentioned above about the destruction of the Enterprise. This is “Fallen Angel”, from her album Divine Intervention. It brings me to tears every damn time I hear it, and I’m crying today as I transcribe the lyrics. And the solemn French horn that comes in at the line “there are stars before my eyes”, evocative of the Star Trek theme, particularly kills me.
You can find the album on iTunes, or from Prometheus Music here.
My god, what have I done? Is this what I had to do?
I paid to save six lives–was it worth the price of you?
I would take your spirit in me, to make you live again
But your fire dies across the sky
My god, is this the end?
My steel-and-stardrive lady, my soul’s death is at your hands
As your own death was at mine, love
Though even I can’t understand
Why we gods can’t live forever–why should legends have to die?
As you wail to sleep in glory, my heart still seeks the sky
There are stars before my eyes
But they pale to your dying
You swore we’d outlive time
Oh my love, were you, too, lying?
What’s my life without your singing?
When I’m naught but flesh and bone?
Where have I damned my lover’s soul
To wander all alone?
But this death I can’t deny, as you fade to distant ember
My need to steal from death cost you, love, but I’ll remember
And I long to burn there with you, to never live again
Forever we would light the sky–my god, is this the end?
Mirrored from angelahighland.com.
Like, the recent problems with the EU trying to close VAT loopholes between different countries. I think the basic concept of trying to tax companies which are big enough to invest in ways to cheat the system equally with those that don't is a good one. But in doing so, effectively shutting down all micro-businesses because they have to pay thousands of times more in time and energy dealing with VAT regulations for all EU countries than they make in profit, is a bad thing.
That latter is a case where capitalism was doing great -- person A had a thing, person B paid for it, it was good for everyone... and then the government shut it down. It actually fits a stereotypical libertarian nightmare of "government taxes things so much they don't work any more". I've actually shifted more towards that position! It would be surprising if regulation was ALWAYS the right amount or ALWAYS too little or too much. But I'm shifting more towards saying "on average we need significantly less capitalism, but there's definitely ways we need more capitalism".
That might be a better explanation of why I think of myself as socialist, but still uncomfortable with saying I'm "anti-capitalist" without further qualification?
Rather annoying article which I feel is addressed to some kind of straw-person: How to Be a Book Snob.
Does this even follow:
Sharing lists of obscure books you absolutely adore on social media is an excellent means to illustrate how much better you are as a reader and a human being.Far from
express[ing] [my] shock and outrage should any of [my] “friends” not have read and appreciated them all.there is the perhaps rather pathetic hope that someone, somewhere, loves and appreciates them as I do and finds them worth discussing (o hai, trennels, renaultx).
Plus, what even does it mean to
'take no action whatsoever to encourage other people to read.'
You know, apart from expressing one's enthusiasm about one's own reading? What is one supposed to do? Thrust books into the hands of random passers-by? Stand on the corner with a megaphone preaching the gospel of reading? Enquiring minds want to know how one encourages people to read by any means other than communicating how immensely pleasurable and rewarding one personally finds it?
This piece comes over as 'Loving bookz ur doin it RONG': not, I feel, a helpful message.
Here's a bunch more. I like making lists so I'll probably do some more on Monday.
Jessica Amanda Salmonson, Varsha Bajaj, Mario Acevedo, Grace Lin, Tananarive Due, Carrie Patel, Kay Kenyon, J. Kathleen Cheney, Nahoko Uehashi, Jessica Reisman, Linda Nagata, C.S.E. Cooney, Maurice Broaddus, Beth Bernobich, Michelle Sagara, E.J. Swift, Teresa Frohock, Nalo Hopkinson, P.C. Hodgell, Aliette de Bodard, Ellen Oh, Carol Berg, Kari Sperring, Courtney Schafer, Milton J. Davis, Cynthia Leitich Smith, Amy Tintera
'We're definitely not ignoring the fact that these people all have beef with each other, but we're also acknowledging that many of them have successfully worked together in the past. The truth is, very few super heroes or villains would ever be willing to be in the same room with any other hero or villain after everything they've all been through. I mean, Captain America almost beat Tony Stark to death at the end of "Civil War." The Hulk beat up pretty much everyone in the world during "World War Hulk." The Scarlet Witch destroyed a zillion mutants [during "House of M"]. And so on.
'You could write an entire story that was nothing but characters rehashing their various moments of good and bad history together, but that's not how people talk or act. I think it's best to use those moments really sparingly, where they have maximum impact, otherwise you're looking backward, not forward.' - Charles Soule
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Today is a lovely (if still somewhat chill) day, bright sun, blue sky etc.
I had occasion to go the Post Office (and there was a time, my dearios, that conducting some small transaction requiring a PO did not require careful planning and strategising, sigh).
Which involves crossing two Bloomsbury squares (Tavistock out, Gordon back).
Hounz ov Spring be straining at leash - walkies? walkies?? walkies???
Was going to meet up with A after work, but she had work last minute, so no. :(
But came home and ate yummy food and hung around on the interwebs and it's been pretty great. :3 :3 :3 :3
Tomorrow's plan is to not leave the house, and do a lot of art. Yes. :3
ALSO HAPPY LATE BDAY TO lizcommotion WHO IS AWESOME AND DESERVES ALL THE HUGS. YES. :D
"Obviously, the concept of immigration is a big element of the story, and will become more so in future issues. And that’s something that’s pretty close to me. I’m an immigrant myself. I’m American, but I’ve lived in Italy for eleven years, and that’s something that here, like in the US, is a big deal.
And I grew up in Southern California, so I grew up in the shadow of this possible huge earthquake that was supposed to decimate everything, and that seemed like an interesting starting place for some kind of sci-fi story." - Lee Bermejo
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2) I liked the concept of Agent Carter much better than the actual show. ( Read more... )
3) I enjoyed this season of Downton Abbey. During Spratt and Denker's suitcase faceoff, I told Mike that I bet someone was hatesex-shipping them already. ( Read more... )
4) Brooklyn99 continues to be highly enjoyable. We've found Black-ish to be fun at times, but I suspect part of my disinterest is that it's a family-centered sitcom and domestic storylines rarely appeal that much to me.
5) Along those lines we've recently been watching Moone Boy and SPY. Also fun to a degree, though we've already burned through all the Moone Boy episodes.
I'm a little bit sideways at the moment and not quite sure why. I'm eating reasonably, sleeping not... less sensibly than normal, and not walking ridiculously much more than my normal too-much; but still I've twice in the past week ended up going home to bed, intending to have a 2-hour nap, and coming to seven hours later.
hello I'm a human I am not very human
And when they do turn up, within the window? That thing - and this is a new thing, only learned this year - where I can find it really hard to do necessary housework while m'wife is in the house, but apparently really natural & easy when there's a stranger underfoot. After three hours of nice Comcast guy setting up a new security system Tuesday, the kitchen had probably never been so clean. I even scoured the inside of the microwave, for pity's sake.
Yesterday was Wednesday, and I had made far too much curry on Sunday, so dinner-for-eight was planned to be largely leftovers and I would hardly need to cook at all. Yeah, right. That thing where you look at what there is and think "It's never going to be enough! Eight people!" and dash about cooking twice as much, and end up with more leftovers than you had to start with? Yup. Apparently that's a thing.
And there's another new thing in my life, where total strangers catch my eye in the street and smile; and whether or not they say "Like the T-shirt, that's really cool," I have to glance down at my own chest to see which clever geeky thing I'm wearing today, because I never remember once I've put it on. This morning I had a cheery chat outside Lucky's with a gentleman who I fear I disappointed because no, I don't actually work with Schrodinger's equations, for me it's more about the cat; but yes, I had to assure him, I really do get the joke. I live with two cats and a mathematician*; it would not actually be possible for me not to get the joke.
*For the purposes of this discussion, the turtles are not considered relevant, may Great A'Tuin strike me down.
Anyway, I found the right building in the end. complete with wheelchair access through the bowels of the underground car park. Fortunately relatively well thought out - 'Oh shit, outward opening door at the top of a ramp' turned out to have automatic opening (though of course you lose all your momentum waiting for it to open). OTOH the lift was only just big enough for my chair, I can see larger powerchairs having issues.
The physio wasn't thrown that I was using a chair, which was just the reaction I wanted. I did try trolling the situation wrt wheelchair assessments and the weight etc of the chair during the explanation of what was going on in the hope that he would take the bait and say 'that chair's clearly inappropriate'; but unfortunately what he actually said was 'I don't know a lot about wheelchairs' and 'we leave that to Wheelchair Services' :(
Treatment-wise he agrees that I have impingement syndrome. Unfortunately he says I've also got a frozen shoulder as a result, and he can't treat the impingement syndrome until he's treated the frozen shoulder. *headdesk* So I've got a bunch of exercises for working on range of motion to be getting on with and another appointment next Friday.
There did seem to be a disturbing undertone of 'I'm only here to treat one thing, so if I treat the frozen shoulder I won't have to treat the impingement syndrome'. That might be a somewhat harsh interpretation, but I'm really not sure it's wrong. If it turns out to be the case, then I think it's fair to say someone is going to be complained at!
I went shopping at Asda* post-physio (and really overdid amount of food you can squeeze into one basket sitting on your knee). Treatment at the checkouts was, ahem, interesting.
I got to the tills to find the wide aisle was closed (which makes two-for-two for trips to Asda in the chair), even though about a dozen other aisles were open. Picked another aisle and the lady running the till calls up from the customer she's serving that 'she's open'.
I'm sorry, what? Finally figured out that she meant someone had just opened up the next aisle (not the wide one), which I couldn't see from that height.
So I swap aisles, only to find the chair physically won't fit through that aisle (it did fit through one last time, but this one was clearly subtly narrower). At which point the till-ladies decide among themselves that they're summoning a supervisor to sort it out and I should go down to the wide aisle. Why the aisle-opening one couldn't simply open the wide aisle herself I don't know. Eventually the supervisor appears, who looks about 20. But he's male, so he's a supervisor.
Up until that point I'd been reasonably happy that people were trying to help even if they weren't being particularly competent at it. And that's when he really put his foot in his mouth. "Sorry for the delay," he says, "we haven't got the personnel to man this one.'
'But you've got the staff to man a dozen other aisles?'
Let's just say I firmly impressed on him the need for manning the access aisle first, last and always! Maybe he'll think before making stupid comments again!
This is a very meta sort of post, I'm talking about talking about potentially charged topics. So I'll at least mention violence including sexual violence, and I will also refer to sexually explicit including kinky stuff. I don't expect to go into lots of detail about anything, but those will be the topics. And now I'm being the centipede because the whole post is about how I should phrase this kind of description of what I'm about to write about and of course I've made myself completely self-conscious about doing so.
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Right, that ended up being not quite coherent. Let me put it out there anyway and see what people think.
We’re a little sad that this is in fact the last episode that Matt and Shannon will be doing for a while, since they need to stand down from podcasting to take care of other ongoing life goals–but we’re honored to be in their closing episode, and we very much enjoyed talking to them. I’d never been on a podcast before, so wasn’t sure how it was going to work. But we all sat around a table with headphones on, chatting into microphones. It was fun!
Things I talk about: Faerie Blood and Bone Walker, my goals with the diversity of the cast (both in race and in sexual orientation), my familiarity with Seattle despite not actually being FROM here, and how Elvis and Great Big Sea are both huge musical influences on the storyline.
Things Dara talks about: the history of the bouzouki, how the Bone Walker soundtrack started as a Kickstarter stretch goal and then turned into a monster of epic proportions, hints of future plot points to be glimpsed in “Anarchy Now”, and things to look forward to on the Norwescon music track this year.
Go give it a listen, won’t you? And many thanks to Matt and Shannon for having us! I particularly enjoyed meeting their cats, and was deeply charmed that their big orange one is named after Ben Grimm.
Mirrored from angelahighland.com.