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Oct. 19th, 2017 07:45 pm
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And in this week's episode of [personal profile] lurkingcat visits Starbucks too often...

I was going to take a walk in the park and visit St Nick's market this lunch time. But it was pouring with rain. So I popped into Starbucks instead. There was an enormous queue of people taking shelter from the rain and dithering over drinks choices, insisting that each item was rung through individually on their reward card, stopping to discuss other things with friends while in the middle of ordering and so on. The staff were unfailingly polite and friendly to all of them but somehow found the time to do this to my order as well:

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Apparently I've graduated to art on food bags as well as on my coffee cup :)

Exceedingly Minor Pleasure of the Day

Oct. 19th, 2017 12:06 pm
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Discovering that – thanks to a doubled entry in my bookkeeping software – I have $20 more than I thought I did.

(I love Quicken like I love my dishwasher. They’re indisposable barriers between me and utter domestic chaos.)

OCtover - random fills

Oct. 19th, 2017 02:40 am
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You are forced to clasp onto your character’s hands. The reason why is a scenario for you to figure out. What do their hands feel like?

Kit- I touch the beans.

Your character is humorously upset over something entirely unimportant. What is it, and how do others react? How out-of-hand does the situation become?

Morgan - Someone ate the last of her chips. She will meet you in the Pit.
(Morgan does SCA fighting. There's a room near her department in Atlantis that gets used for fighting practice. It's affectionately referred to as The Pit. She tells people to meet her in the Pit all the time.)

Marzda - All of her socks have disappeared. She put them in the washer. She put them in the dryer. They are now all missing. Ha ha. Funny joke. Can she have them back now? (Ronon Marzda is Ronon Dex's baby sister. SG-23 'verse.)

Leeloo - A book character is having difficulties.

Your character’s soul has been bound to a cat via a curse. What happens?

Kit - Isn't this a little on the nose? No? Well at least the cat is probably better behaved than Remy.

Leeloo - That is the safest animal in two galaxies. They purr at each other. It's possible Leeloo obtains slightly more toys than any one cat needs.
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I'm here! I'm intact! I'm in my new place! I'm about 90% moved in, but, lololol, the things that are still at the old place are, for some reason, things like all my regular clothes and my blankets and sheets. Betta Barnes will probably come with me tomorrow, and a friend with access to a creepy van (for setting up races) maaaaaay be able to help me collect everything that's left (mostly kitchen and random stuff). Five amazing Russian men completely disassembled my apartment in 90 minutes yesterday, four flights of stairs and all, and the whole move was done in just over three hours. As I was standing on the sidewalk with my bike, talking to the guys about how to get to the new place, who but Terrible Neighbor comes sauntering by, with her two kids right there. "Bye, bitch," she says, like she's ~got me (or something???). I thought up all this clever shit I could have said later, but... no more. It's almost over.

So now I'm picking out paint colors and trying to find where I packed things like my remote controls. I am determined to have at least one small corner plastered with flamingo wallpaper. An awesome Puerto Rican guy from the Bronx set up my internet tonight; we traded pet photos and stories, and he told me all about his brother, a retired Marine, who lives on the island with a service pig named Cleopatra. (He also told me that he thought I was an autoresponse robot when I picked up his call, because my voice was so "creamy," which is a freaking delightful compliment.)

I kind of don't have much more to say at the moment. Therapy was good today. Things are just... looking up, and that's great. ♥

Just About Gone

Oct. 17th, 2017 02:18 pm
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      . . . . I am all packed for tomorrow's flight and two weeks in Mexico, except for the jewelry choices and the make-up, which go into my carry-on / purse anyway.  I think I'm packed, anyway.  El V won't be able to do his until after dinner, after teaching his seminar all afternoon.




The inviters booked us into a boutique hotel in an excellent part of Mexico City (DF. Federal District, as it is now called in Mexico).  But by the time we arrive probably all we'll be able to do is eat and go to bed.  We leave the next day for Xalapa (Veracruz), where we are checked into what looks to be yet another very nice hotel
.

This is a new adventure -- so unlike Cuba -- wifi everywhere, They Tell Us.  But poor El V is exhausted.  Two flight to and from Cuba in less than two weeks, coming back and teaching immediately, not to mention all the other things he does! Now, Mexico a week after getting back the second time. I am going to do my best to get him to relax and sleep the first few days. He needs it. 

At least, for once, there isn't the anxiety to meet a short deadline as there always has been for years. We overnight in Mexico City. If the bus (which evidently is very nice -- nothing like a Greyhound) is slow or whatever to Veracruz, it doesn't matter. 

But this trip he isn't wrangling! He's not having to solve problems! He doesn't have to take care of anyone! We will be staying in one hotel room most of the time! I'll be with him so he won't be fretting about me! There won't be other people around all the time! We'll have Just Us time -- it feels like forever since that happened on a trip away -- we are always chasing one deadline for a gig after another, always on, always meeting people. 

In other words, this is really different from doing book tour trips
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Law Links


"Sometimes I feel that he is as mysterious as the gods, and that he is hiding something of vital importance from me. Something that would transform my life."

Few events are more thrilling in a young man's life than a blood feud between two villages. Or so Adrian thought.

Torn between affection toward his traditional-minded father and worship of his peace-loving, heretical priest, Adrian finds himself caught between two incompatible visions of his duty to the gods. Then the Jackal God sends Adrian a message that will disrupt his world and send him fleeing to a new and perilous life.




Milord


"'You have committed a vile and savage act, one that any other nation would punish with death. Our punishment, on the other hand, will only be to give you what you want. You have sought to live in a world without boundaries of civilization, and such a world shall henceforth be your dwelling place.'"

A cold-hearted murderer. A vicious abuser. A young man hiding a shameful secret. A bewildered immigrant. A pure-minded spy.

All of these men have found their appointed places at Mercy Life Prison, where it is easy to tell who your enemies are. But a new visitor to Mercy is about to challenge decades-old customs. Now these men's worst enemies may be hiding behind masks . . . and so may their closest allies.




Sweet Blood


"He tried to keep his voice calm, though his pulse was racing."

Time is running out.

Vito de Vere has ten days to prepare for his performance in the Eternal Dungeon's first play. He may have fewer days than that to fight for his career and to save his prisoner's life.

As the Eternal Dungeon prepares for the greatest change it has ever undergone, Vito must prove his worth by breaking and transforming a criminal. Nobody else is likely to manage it. And nobody but himself cares so passionately whether his prisoner survives.

As an actor, Vito portrays the qualities of courage, love, truth, and trust. Now he must find the strength to take those qualities into the breaking cell.




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[Note: This post includes not-safe-for-work links.]


I cleared out my leather life this fall. Technically, all I was doing was donating my leather library – hundreds of vintage leather/BDSM magazines and a few books to the Carter/Johnson Leather Library, a travelling historical library that I had volunteered for in the 00s. But this was also a way for me to say goodbye to the period – 2004 to 2007 – when I'd belonged to the leather community. I proved to be a square peg there in a pentagonal hole, but I'd never had the opportunity to formally leave the community. This would be my opportunity.

At a certain point, I passed on some books by david stein (his name is lowercased) to my apprentice, who is a member of the leather club La Garou. It occurred to me then that I ought to drop a line to david. I'd fallen out of touch with all my friends this year, but I knew that david was ill with cancer, which made it especially important that I stay in touch with him.

Then the urgency of my current task – I was cutting back on my belongings because I faced an imminent inspection by my landlord – caused that thought to slip out of my mind.

I donated the magazines and books. On Twitter, I thanked the Leather Library, as well as the Leather Archives & Museum, which had originally sold me most of the magazines. Then I tweeted, "(*Quietly closes a door on that chapter of my life.*)"

Seventeen days later, I emerged from the bathroom to find my apprentice standing with his smartphone in hand, looking grave. "I think you should sit down," he said.

Thus I learned of the death of david stein.




david stein


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Oct. 16th, 2017 06:39 pm
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Pen-dips prompt:
12) Your character has been handed a child that looks nothing like them, but everyone insists that it is their child.

So this is hilarious because of Morgan and Leeloo. (SG-23 'verse.)

Read more... )
Teal Dear:
The joke is, Morgan totally has a kid that looks nothing like her. Because one is human and the other is an adopted alien.

OC tober - flashback

Oct. 16th, 2017 05:33 pm
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This prompt is from the pen-dips list for the 5th. "How does your character walk? What do their footsteps sound like?" My brain decided this meant what kind of shoes.

Kit - Barefoot is soft pat-pat-pat. She's digigrade so less foot hits than a standard human. She's got custom boots with arch and ankle support for shoe wearing occasions.

Morgan Pryce- Combat boots. Quick steps with a destination.
Leeloo - Wears sandals. Depending on which ankle brace those are sometimes more hardcore sandals.

Monoshi - 2 tooth geta outside. Stocking feet inside. Sometimes fox paws.

En Wendesday - cowboy boots
Skald - big stompy goth boots or pointy toed trad goth boots
Forgetful & Mumbles - converse. vans. surplus army boots.
Bridget - Expensive fashionable shoes. Often flats or kitten heels. Sometimes skyscraper heels.

Lis - Varies widely. Adventuring boots. Soft fashionable boots. Embroidered pointy toed slippers.
Arad - Sturdy boots. Plays at being the muscle so he doesn't have to wear stupid looking shoes.
Issa- Fashionable boots with soft soles the better for sneaking in.
Aravis - Doesn't play those games and gets to wear comfy ankle high boots in her nice infirmary and research library and no one ever tries to kill her. Does own 2 pairs embroidered pointy toed house slippers. One is lined in fur for winter.
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