On Parsimony and the Beak

Oct. 1st, 2014 05:06 pm
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"What's that you say? One duck, eight people? How much is that never going to work...?"

And yet, it shall; I have decreed it.

Thing is, tonight is no-longer-yogi dinner; and we not only have the regular guests, we have Parents of Regular Guest. So I am a little bit on my mettle, at the same time as being a little bit on my uppers. So: I am making a duck ragu, to be served over rigatoni. Also dinner rolls, from a new recipe, and a chocolate chocolate teacake, ditto ditto*.

Just now everything is in the oven except the duck, which is out of it. It has been roasted to the point of disintegration, on a bed of manymany vegetables and a bottle of wine; as soon as it's cool enough I'll disintegrate it utterly, shred the meat down and mix it in with the veg. Slathered onto pasta, dollops of fresh ricotta on top, we'll call that dinner. Anyone complains, I'll remind them that we're all Italian here, which means it's all about the pasta, not the sauce.

(Talking of which, has anyone hereabouts been in Rome and eaten rigatoni con pajata? If you don't know what it is, you might not want to look it up; I would adore to eat it, but most of my friends would shriek and back away from the table, and that should be all you need to know.)

*Hunh. It turns out - rather as I feared - that when they say a 9x5 loaf tin, they do not mean an 8.5x4.5 loaf tin. Fortunately, as I had feared this, I put it on a baking tray before it went into the oven. It is now cheerfully splurging all over the tray, as it rises beyond the confines of the tin. Hey-ho.

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Oct. 1st, 2014 08:01 pm
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Today is sort of fired.

-Proto-blister on my thumb from un/capping close to 200 sample tubes for analysis.
---Instruments were (are) acting up, requiring said 200 samples to be done by hand.
+Did all my samples and all of a coworker's so he'll be able to move forward when he gets back from vacation.
-Sort of got a sunburn at the zoo.
++Got to hang out with the squid and his mom and baby bro.
-I think I'm allergic to hard cider.
+Nommy dinner my mom cooked.

aaaaaaaah ;________________;

Oct. 2nd, 2014 12:38 am
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thank you all so, so much; I cannot even; I-- thank you. Thank you. Poems & individual thanks to come (though I am struggling to match up some of your names-as-reported-to-me with names-I-know-you-as).

I do not the words, at least not right now. <333


Oct. 1st, 2014 10:52 pm
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That moment when you accidentally delete a long post just as you're adding the final links....
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Keithley 171 Multimeter with Nixie Tube display Keithley 171 Multimeter with Nixie Tube display


Remember this thing I mentioned a couple of posts ago?

It is showing up as delivered on the UPS tracking system, but it never actually arrived. There is still no sign of the parcel two days late.

I’ve opened a ticket on eBay, so hopefully it’ll either be tracked down or I’ll get a refund. Waah! I was really looking forward to this. :-(

OK, I admit it, I’ve gone off the edge of test gear user into test gear collector. At least it keeps me off the streets! And as addictions go, I suppose it’s not all that expensive…

Please note: this was cross-posted from my main blog at http://www.mageofmachines.com/main/2014/10/01/you-know-that-nice-keithley-171-nixie-tube-multimeter-i-ordered/ -- If you want me to definitely see your replies, please reply there rather than here.

#Electronics, #MoMBlog, #TestGear
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It will not be one twentieth as awesome as this:

Yes, really. a Tetris movie. Exciting quotes:
“It’s a very big, epic sci-fi movie,” Threshold’s CEO Larry Kasanoff tells Speakeasy exclusively. “This isn’t a movie with a bunch of lines running around the page. We’re not giving feet to the geometric shapes.”

“Brands are the new stars of Hollywood,” he says. “We have a story behind ‘Tetris’ which makes it a much more imaginative thing.”

If the film does well, Kasanoff isn’t looking to limit the “Tetris” world to just a big-screen experience. “We certainly have the canvas for location-based entertainment based on the epicness.”

“What you [will] see in ‘Tetris’ is the teeny tip of an iceberg that has intergalactic significance,” Kasanoff says.

(Cheers to [livejournal.com profile] tisme for the link with those quotes in. Made my day.)

That day of the week again

Oct. 1st, 2014 03:20 pm
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What I read

Conversations with Dorothy Allison (2012) - so good, though understandably a bit repetitive in parts as interviews tended to have to cover the same ground in intro, and sometimes in questions. I long for more novels by Allison, in particular the lesbian fantasy trilogy she teasingly mentions more than once. Why has no-one given her one of those McArthur grants? it is quite clear that to make a living she is teaching writing (and sounds as if she is an excellent teacher) at the expense of getting anything much of her own written.

Sybille Bedford, Pleasures and Landscapes: a traveller's tales from Europe (2014 edition of collection of pieces dating back to the 1940s issued 2003) - this is lovely. I picked it up in the local independent bookshop and could not resist. She is so good on the process of being a traveller and the wonderful feeling of expeditiously getting into one's hotel room and closing the door and what one wants in there (enough towels and hangers and correct voltage) and pleasingly about the pleasures of this sort of thing - comfort and efficiency and so forth - rather than the arduous mule-back trek, the primitive picturesque, etc. I like that. She is also, as one might anticipate, very good on the nosh side of things.

Noel Streatfeild, Parson's Nine (1932). A pleasant read, though one felt that she was not quite in the Charlotte Yonge class when it came to producing clearly individualised depictions of members of a large family (some of them were more in the background than others), and that EM Delafield was perhaps a little more pointed on matters such as the strains of being married to and having as a father a saintly unworldly clergyman, and philanthropic society ladies. Also, not much of a plot - more of an 'and then' narrative, and also perhaps a bit too shiftingly episodic between characters (what happened to the suffragette governess after the War? given how central she was in the early part) - although the ending was neat.

Also some Sekkrit Projket books.

On the go

Peter's Room for the Marlowverse group read.

Up next

I had a bit of a spate of ordering things at the weekend, and am in hopes of, in particular, the new Jane Haddam turning up before too long.

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You can’t write something that people like without writing something that people hate.  For every fan you acquire, you’ll get some idiot going, “God, why does anyone listen to this jerk at all?”

God forbid you write about political or cultural issues.  As Gamergate has shown, writing bad reviews of videogames is a crime that some feel is properly punishable by rape threats and personal, targeted, we-have-your-home-address attacks.

And I have some folks who hate me.  Like, really hate me.  They bitch about me in comments, write osts talking about what a toxic fartbag I am, feel that I am everything that is ruining men/women/culture/ponies, and in general spend some nonzero portion of their week seething that I exist.

These people aren’t my enemies.

They’re not important enough to be my enemies.

And that’s a distinction I draw for my own personal sanity.  The Internet is a nice place, but when you’ve got 400 comments raining down on your head, there’s this tendency to go oh my God, this is so huge, it swells to fill the world like Jörmungandr, the snake that will strangle the world come the end-times.

Then you go get a fro-yo, and not one single person putting sprinkles on their banana yogurt shakes you by the lapels and screams, “Hey, are you the person who wrote that awful post?” and you remember: hey, nobody gives a shit.

Mostly, this is just words on the Internet, and gossip, and people you’ve barely met disliking you.  And I’m not discarding the importance of Internet buddies – I remind you that I met my wife online – but so much of the chaos that gets caused any day is like a Facebook status.  You post it, it gets a zillion comments, and two months later it’s pretty much vanished.

The Internet has the memory of a goldfish.

Now, people: people have the memory of a vindictive elephant with sawn-off tusks and the scent of an old hunter in its nostrils, fetishing the day that elephant will hunt down its own enemy Liam-Neeson style and crash through it’s window and IT’S ELEPHANTING TIME, BABY.  So you have people who’ll never forget.  And they’ll remember all the horrid things you said (whether “what you said” was justified or not), and they’ll bring it up again, and they’ll leave snarky comments everywhere.

Truth is, though, most people read your post, and forget your name immediately thereafter.  There’s a billion squawking heads on the Internet.  You are one of them, and chances are good that the world has forgotten about your awesome (or horrible) post in the same way you don’t remember the name of the person who wrote that article on Buzzfeed.

But me?  I refuse to let some snarky comment from a single elephant-hunter-hunter replace the goodness of, say, an actual hug from my genuine wife.  Or a face-to-face conversation with my daughter about life.

I have made a decision that my Internet life isn’t that important, and while I do actually have people who would prefer I died horrifically in a grease fire, I’m not going to call them “enemies.”

Enemies are people who do more than bitch about me.  My enemies hurt the people I love, undermine my relationships, cause me unwanted physical pain.  To call the author of a nasty blog post my “enemy” is granting them a power over me that, frankly, I don’t feel like giving.

They’re the opposition, of course.  They’re racist, misogynist, backwater scumholes who I will work to my best extent to stop in their goals.  But at the end of the day, I can put that down and snuggle in with my wife to watch another episode of Agents of SHIELD, because in the end, they’re background noise.

That’s how I function.  Because I get exhausted by constant conflict.

But there are those who get energized by battle, and for them, I say, “Go get yourself some damn enemies.”  Because they could be enemies; if they had their way, they’d certainly ensure you were second-class citizens in every way, and if that’s not enough to paint someone with the “enemy” targeting reticule, then I don’t know what is.  (Not to mention that, as the Gamergate has also shown, “being a guy” is like a superpower on the Internet in that if you’re a woman, douchebros will go to great lengths to attempt to dismantle your life in ways that go well beyond insults.  Which would make them my enemies.)

If being filled with seething hatred is what slaps a sword in your hand, then I say drink deep of rage, my friend.

But if – if – you’re like me and find all of this strife to be an effort that you push past in order to try to make change in the world, then you might try stuffing your so-called “enemies” in a box.

Me?  I have the pleasant happiness of knowing that my not-caring drives the opposition mad.  I’m cheerful to them.  I wave hello when I see them trashing me.

And when I finish the day, there I am cuddled up with friends, the haters tucked neatly away, concentrating on what matters to me.  There’s my wife.  And my friends.  And the things I love to do.

Those guys are HTML code somewhere on a server.  They’re not this sweet kiss from my sweetie.

I wouldn’t let ‘em get in the way of that.

Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.

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post-tags: instagram, crosspost I know @dunkindonuts had good intentions but this smiley face is kinda creeping me out.

Fun Weekend

Oct. 1st, 2014 01:28 pm
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I had a good weekend. I managed to visit someone over Friday night and chat with them, enjoying a bit of quiet time and just talking things through. It proved pretty useful and I got to talk through some trans stuff particular regarding the operation I'm going to have. They were behind prodding me to post stuff on the two main social networking websites I'm on and that proved particularly useful.

On the Saturday, I decided to use their need to visit Ikea to have a bit of fun on the South London transport system. I went on the tram, which was exciting. Apart from a part of it running into Croydon, it has huge sections that are skirting along the edges of parks where it can run quite fast. There's also more single track stuff going on than I would have thought. The timings are quite frequent too.

I got to see some of Croydon and then... discover that Overground services to Highbury and Islington were suspended from West Croydon. Go me... Still, I wasn't in a hurry and got back through Balham OK, and even got to read lots of book 4 of the Wheel of Time, so not too bad. It was just more tiring than I expected.

On Sunday, I had a hell of a lot of fun getting tied up by various people. I heard someone say the best thing about being an adult is that you can combine sweeties and rope, which is so wrong on the surface, but oh so fun.
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Andrew and I just had a conversation that in very short order got around to him saying "I'm sure in the DC Universe the [U.S] constitution will have had to be modified to take account of clones and people from parallel universes and stuff."

But still, if an American brain is put into another body, I don't think that's somebody who could run for President.
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One week late, it's What Are You Reading Wednesday:

• What are you currently reading?
• What did you recently finish reading?
• What do you think you’ll read next?

What are you currently reading? 'House of Leaves', the marvel team-up antho, and 'The Lesbian Premodern'.

What did you recently finish reading?

The School at the Chalet, Jo of the Chalet School, and The Princess of the Chalet School, by Elinor M Brent-Dyer, plus assorted sequels thereof.
Where were these all my childhood (answer: out of print in Australia)? I adored them, although the original conciet bugged me with its classism. Oh noes, too poor to live the lifestyle to which we are accustomed in England - instead of getting a grip, let's move to Austria where everyone's so poor we'll be luxiously upper-middle-class by contrast! That thread runs throughout all the books, but alongside it there is a streak of faith in the ability of teenagers to engage in 'adult' problems of money and morality, as with Jo's involvement in Madge's decisions concerning Juliette. I found the Princess plot hackneyed, and was totally perplexed when the kidnap device was re-used later on. I think I liked The Head Girl of the Chalet School best of the lot, because Grizel was a flawed and difficult character from the outset.

Bush StudiesBush Studies by Barbara Baynton

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Huh. These were fascinating: mostly character studies of fragile people living in poverty and isolation. Most were women, but one study concerned an elderly man awaiting the return of the young couple who lived with or near him - his ruminations on the younger man's betrayal of him by taking a wife interwoven with and marked unreliable by his acute fear of the stranger he expected to soon assault him. I was least interested by a study of a rural preacher, and by one of a city woman travelling to become housekeeper on a remote station - the latter was soaked in classism and racism.
thoughts on class, gender, abuse. Caveat lector. )

The Night FairyThe Night Fairy by Laura Amy Schlitz

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Oh, this was absolutely adorable. Flory, an injured juvenile night fairy, adapts to life in a giantess' garden. Flory's quite a character: she's not nice, nor often kind, but is engaging to read about. Even her acts of generosity don't seem to come as *kindness* so much as determined altruism.

I'm not convinced that the feature of the ending wherein she discovers her wings are growing back was actually necessary. She'd made friends and found several alternative means of mobility - adding 'and also her wings are cured!' doesn't add anything, and does repeat the magically-walking-cripple trope.

The illustratons were wonderful.

What will you read next?
I am expecting Unmade in the post soon, and might also by the most recent antho in which Sarah Rees Brennan was published. Otherwise... it might be time for more Henry James?
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I have seen a couple of links to reports about a couple who are Christian swingers - and of what appears to be a somewhat evangelical end of the spectrum vis a vis belief systems.

One report suggested that what they were doing was setting up a swingers' contact system for people in that exact same situation. The other suggested that they were using swinging as a missionary opportunity.

But what particularly struck me was that they self-identified as seriously fitt gym-goers, and they were all NO FATTIES WANTED.

This struck me as far more problematic than the swinging.

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Oct. 1st, 2014 12:24 am
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If anyone was wondering if this year would stop churning out major emotional upsets like Bert dying and Dad going in hospital--NOPE. IT DID NOT. I lack the words right now to actually explain what's going on in my personal life, but I am metaphorically out at sea, clinging to a spar, surrounded by the flaming wreckage of the ship I was on. The cannonballs hit someone else directly, but I'm in the fallout.

I've spent a fair bit of time lately wondering: is life ever going to settle down so I can just do a job I don't hate, and pet my cat, and see my friends, and write? Or should I just accept that it is always going to be a roller coaster, and try to do everything I can right now?

(Of course my approach now is a combination of "both" and "give up and lie on the floor")

I HAVE been a little more proactive about answering emails, though.

Um, what else is my life right now...

Emily has learned to snuggle? It's part of a deliberate behavioural program to make her a happier cat. In the two months I've had her I've worked in a lot of ways to achieve this (furniture, playtime, how I pet her, when I feed her...) and she is different. She greets guests in the middle of the floor instead of hiding under furniture; she doesn't dart out and attack feet anymore; she bites to communicate displeasure a lot less, and uses movement and expression instead; her play aggression is a lot less aggro; and now, she snuggles.

There's still a long way to go--to get her to play independently more, to feel secure enough to stay where she is instead of following her chosen human everywhere, to not need to hypervigiliantly monitor territory--but we get to there by going through here.

Ooh look, flying books...

Sep. 30th, 2014 11:24 pm
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My new organising system: it's three-dimensional, I tell you...


(I may have been reshelving, while I listen/watched Sweeney Todd yesterday.)

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Oct. 1st, 2014 12:12 am
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Ginny watches the rain outside and thinks: glad I suckered them into keeping me
Read more... )
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Got chased out of choir by fragrances. People mean well, but they leave conditioner in their hair or put on just a little fragrance in the morning and then they follow me when I move away from them. We're all standing and moving around and for some reason people sense when I'm moving away from them specifically. Fascinating, but not conducive to having a good time singing.

A couple of weeks ago, I finally asked one woman to please move away from me, and she stayed close to me and said she didn't understand and demanded an explanation and didn't even really respect the universal "talk to the hand" sign and finally went off crying. OMG. Choir director emailed both of us and this woman went on about feeling attacked, and I did my best, "This is what I hear you saying, is that right? I hope you understand that my experience was different." No response, and haven't seen her at choir since.

Last week was better, but this week was worse again. I think I'm done.

"The Caretaker"

Sep. 30th, 2014 09:43 pm
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Tonight [personal profile] sanj and I watched S 8 x 06, "The Caretaker."

Thoughts... )


Oct. 1st, 2014 01:52 am
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Apparently maple leaf tempura is a thing. Who knew? and why didn't you tell me?
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After barely more than two years of pedalling this bike of mine about these environs in a sedate and upright manner, I have finally taken it beyond the city limits. And not merely to Mountain View, but to the far side of Mountain View: to the Milk Pail as ever was. Which is six measured miles, in each direction. With, of course, the wind in my face both ways (how does it even do that?), and half the stock of the Milk Pail on my back all the way home. Yay me.

I am in hopes that having finally broken through that wall, I may venture further in other directions also. I'm a little saddle-sore, and my legs are a little weary, but nothing spectacular. I could totally do that again.

Notes to self, for next time:

* Pump up bike tyres before departure: pneumatism is to be hoped for.

* Take water: hydration is a good.

* Find out before departure whether any of Morgan's family is in and up for a visit. Because twice six miles is easier than twelve, if there's more than a shop in the middle.

*(and far too pretty to kill)
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This is a crosspost from Infotropism. You can comment here or there.

tl;dr – if we usually talk on IM/GTalk you won’t see me around any more. Use IRC, email, or other mechanisms (listed at bottom of this post) to contact me.

Background: Google stopped supporting open standards for IM a few years ago.

Other background: when I changed my name in 2011 I grabbed a GMail account with that name, just in case it would be useful. I didn’t use it, though — instead I forwarded any mail from it to my actual email address, the one I’ve had since the turn of the century: skud@infotrope.net, and set that address as my default for everything I could find.

Unfortunately Google didn’t honour those preferences, and kept exposing my unused GMail address to people. When I signed up for Google Groups, it would be exposed. When I shared Google Docs, it would be exposed. I presume it was being exposed all kinds of other ways, too, because people kept seeing my GMail address and thinking it was the right way to contact me. So in addition to the forwarding I also set up a vacation reminder telling anyone who emailed me there to use my actual address and not to use the Google one.

But Google wasn’t done yet. They kept dropping stuff into my GMail account and not forwarding it. Comments on Google docs. Invitations. Administrative notices. IM logs that I most definitely did not want archived. These were all piling up silently in an account I never logged into.

Eventually, after I missed out on several messages from a volunteer offering to help with Growstuff, I got fed up and found out how to completely delete a GMail account. I did this few weeks ago.

Fast forward to last night, when my Internet connection flaked out right before I went to bed. I looked at all my disconnected, blank windows, shrugged, and crashed for the night. This morning, everything was better and all my apps set about reconnecting.

Except that Adium, the app I use for instant messaging, was asking me for the GTalk password for skud@infotrope.net. Weird, I thought, but I had the password saved in my keychain and resubmitted it. Adium, or more properly GTalk, didn’t like it. I tried a few more times, including resetting my app password (I use two-factor auth). No luck.

Eventually I found the problem. Via this Adium bug report I learned that a GMail account is required to use GTalk. Even if you don’t use (and have never used) your GMail address to login to it, and don’t give people a GMail address to add you as a contact.

So, my choices at this point are:

  1. Sign up again for GMail, continue to have an unused and unwanted email address exposed to the public, miss important messages, and risk security/privacy problems with archiving of stuff I don’t want archived; or,
  2. Set up Jabber/XMPP, which will take a fair amount of messing around (advice NOT wanted, I know what is involved), and which will only let me talk to friends who don’t use GMail/GTalk (a small minority); or,
  3. Not be available on IM.

For now I am going with option 3. If you are used to talking to me via IM at my skud@infotrope.net address, you can now contact me as follows.

IRC: I am Skud on irc.freenode.net and on some other specialist networks. On Freenode I habitually hang around on #growstuff and intermittently on other channels. Message me any time; if I’m not awake/online I’ll see it when I return.

Email: skud@infotrope.net as ever, or skud@growstuff.org for Growstuff and related work.

Social media: I’m on social media hiatus and won’t be using it to chat at length, but still check mentions/messages semi-regularly.

Text/SMS: If you have my number, you know where to find me.

Voice/video (including phone, Skype, etc): By arrangement. Email me if you want to set something up.

To my good friends who I used to chat to all the time and now won’t see around so much: please let me know if you use Jabber/XMPP and if so what your address is; if you do, then I’ll prioritise getting that set up.

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post-tags: instagram, crosspost Spock listens to @jodiecongirl speak about behavioral economics. #BGGD


Sep. 30th, 2014 10:59 pm
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Outlander 1x08 'Both Sides Now' )

Some links:

+ Outlander and The Female Gaze: Why Women Are Watching

+ 'Outlander,' The Wedding Episode And TV's Sexual Revolution (a longer read, but totally worth the time, imo)

+ ‘Outlander’ Midseason Finale Postmortem: Inside the Twists of ‘Both Sides Now’ (interview with Moore and Menzies)

+ 'Outlander' midseason finale: EP Ronald D. Moore answers our burning questions (a really good interview -I really like Moore, I can't help it, so I enjoy his interviews a lot. This one in particular because he tells us that a full frontal of Sam Heughan could actually happen if it survives the editing room! Rejoice! He does spoil a big plot point in the last lines of the interview, so non-book people, beware).

Other shows I've watched/caught up on: The Good Wife and Madam Secretary. I'm still behind on Doctor Who. Will try to post about these too.

Learning to accept the HIMYM ending

Sep. 30th, 2014 11:41 pm
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I've decided in my personal canon, the last one-two episodes were actually the ending one-two seasons earlier, and it was a _fairly_ good ending, and then the producers said, no, wait we can do even better than that, let's film an alternate ending.

And then they retconned out that ending, and filmed most of the last one-two series, all except the last one-two episodes. And the characters had some of the same character development, but spread out over a longer time period. Ted got over Robin, really, and he and the mother lived happily ever after. Marshall and Lily became successful. Barney grew up and had a decent relationship with Robin. Robin travelled the world, and joined shield!

The Longest Journey

Sep. 30th, 2014 11:07 pm
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I finally got to the end of The Longest Journey. I think that it must have taken me 3-4 years of very sporadic play. That fact isn't a reflection on the game at all, although it is rather long, but on the fact that to enjoy point & click adventures nowadays I have to be in a very specific mellow, chilled, mood - and that doesn't happen all that often any more.

Playing it over such an extended period certainly detracted from it. Although it's not a game where it's vital to remember everything to succeed - you can always fall back upon trying everything with everything - it's one that benefits greatly from absorbing the background and the worldbuilding, and by the time I reached the last few chapters I'd forgotten much that would have enriched them. Still, I have little but praise. Obviously the graphics are dated - it was released in 2000 - but it's a point & click of the Lucasarts mould, only... not silly. That isn't to say that it isn't funny at times but it's aimed at adults, it builds a complex SF/fantasy world with real characters... it has a satisfying, mature, feel to it throughout. And is notable for featuring a believable female protagonist, who struggles with events but goes through her own journey as the story progresses.

If you like adventures, go play, despite its age. But be prepared to settle in for a while.

Last day of September

Sep. 30th, 2014 06:03 pm
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Started out with road blocks and was almost late for the big staff meeting. Still.. my day was full and somewhat productive. It's my week of almost wall to wall meetings.

So after a long day, I found a really good interview with Judd Hirsch (who is staring of Forever right now but he has done so many things that are amazing) [community profile] tv_talk is rocking the fall TV season. I'm enjoying Forever so far and the pilot for How to get away with murder was quite good.

Gotham Is barely keeping me interested. Sleepy Hollow is steadily good. The second episode was strong and we got 4 women characters. Oh.. and the ending. I went... nooooo...

Tonight is SHIELD. I watch Arrow and PoI later on.

Have a little vintage TAXI. I promise you'll laugh.

This is just,,, no... I can't even...

Sep. 30th, 2014 10:14 pm
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[H]e claimed he sent the messages to exercise his right to freedom of speech and to “satirise” the issue of online trolling.
Labour MP says Peter Nunn, who was jailed for 18 weeks for threatening her on social media, led her to install panic button

And he's claiming that it was what, some kind of performance art?

Or classic case of 'That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means'?

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My charity parachute jump in aid of the victims of the recent war in Israel and Gaza will be this Sunday, weather permitting, and I'm still a little short of my donation target of one thousand pounds.

If you've been considering donating but forgot about it, or never got around to it, now's the time to make good. We are in the middle at the moment of the Ten Days of Repentance; our prayers tell us "Repentance, prayer and charity avert the evil of the decree" against us. Please dig deep (or even shallow!) and help save lives via Israel's ambulance service.


Was a bit tempted...

Sep. 30th, 2014 07:59 pm
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Well, actually, after I had already sent the email to the media researcher saying 'not a historian of early modern medicine', and not saying, 'so not about the What did they really die of thing', the thought occurred to me -

- that with a very minimal amount of mugging up, me and the Famous Shirt could probably go on telly and sound pretty authoritative in a brief soundbite.

(Telly researchers, by the way, never seem to google anything, otherwise they might have twigged that the C16th is not my patch, and deaths of people around the monarchy, not that either. But even though I try to eschew watching history programmes, even in the ones I've been in I have been moved to ask the heavens, 'Y O Y did they ask X to say anything on this subject?' Sometimes they are even visibly struggling. So perhaps as long as they can describe a person as 'historian' it doesn't really matter what they are a historian of.)

Also, I think that 'different theories of what the actual cause of death was' does not amount to 'controversy', rather that simply that there could be several possible explanations. When a woman dies some days after giving birth following an arduous labour, I don't think we need to start invoking sinister conspiracy. Maybe there's a desire to know The Real Facts but even if we had the contemporary case records, whether these would decode to anything that we could define in modern medical terminology, Clio alone knows.

Tired and sad

Sep. 30th, 2014 07:57 pm
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My cat died last week, and I'm not ready to be coherent about it, but today I was very tired and sad and I went to look for my cat, because having a cat makes everything feel better. And then I remembered no cat. Also, random objects like boots and waste paper bins look like just like a cat when you see them out of the corner of your eye.
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Gabby Giffords and the Problem with ‘Inspiration Porn’

Really good article from the Daily Beast looks at negative reactions to Gabby Gifford's anti-gun campaigning, then goes on to demonstrate how they are part of inspiration porn and how the normies really don't like disabled people who express opinions for themselves and actively need us to be Tiny Tim figures.

Be warned that if you venture below the line it has some of the most horrendous comments that I've yet seen, which of course just confirm the whole point of the article.

(For anyone who doesn't know what 'inspiration porn' is, it's objectification of disabled people to let normies feel good about themselves, things like 'The only disability in life is a bad attitude', usually smeared over a photograph of a disabled toddler as an 'inspirational poster', or when we're praised for meaningless things like getting out of bed in the morning. A friend rewords it as 'The only disability is life is a bad platitude')

this week is fucking fired

Sep. 30th, 2014 02:35 pm
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Today I:

* had to stay awake for 24 hours or so to be awake for the plumber;

* discovered, when sitting down on the guest room bed to chat with the plumber while he worked, that somebody (Gabe) had peed on the bed;

* stripped the bed linens and chucked them in the wash to soak, sprayed the mattress down with Nature's Miracle (it had a waterproof pad on it but that doesn't do much about the smell) and propped it up to dry;

* finally got to bed after the plumber was finished;

* heard, just as I was dozing off, the Leakfrog sounding its HELP HELP I AM IN WATER alert;

* went downstairs to discover the laundry drain sink had ONCE AGAIN backed up and flooded because SOMEBODY forgot to check the drain for lint, naming no names ALL RIGHT IT WAS ME, and had to spend an hour cleaning up the flood.

This week is fucking fired.

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Sep. 30th, 2014 02:31 pm
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