What I really want to know: Can I rip off GVoice's old/retired web interface legally? Or more accurately, can I pay somebody else to do it for me with reasonable ability to assure them they won't go to jail or get sued into oblivion for doing it?
To be clear, there are some nifty functional subtleties I'd want to make off with, which I wouldn't even want to bother pretending I came up with on my own. For instance, there's some interesting algorithm for how texts are batched into threads which I haven't entirely reversed engineered, but make a huge difference in readability.
What I've recently finished reading
Rob Rogers: Devil's Cape
I very much enjoyed this novel - it's well-written, the setting of Devil's Cape, with its pirate past and supervillain and mobster present, is nice, and the main villains were well done, even if evil carneval freaks are perhaps too far on the wrong side of the cliché.
On the other hand, it really annoys me that this novel is basically just an origin story for three superheroes - Doctor Camelot, a legacy hero with an Iron Man-like suit and a cause to avenge the death of her father and his team, Argonaut, with mystical powers of the flight and strength and nearly invulnerable set and a twin brother with the same powers and a supervillain mindset, and Bedlam, the psyciatrist with a past as a teenage gangbanger and a curse that turns him into a devil-like creature. I mean, they are perfectly fine heroes - though the novel's attempt at making at least two of them "dark and mysterious" kinda falls flat - it's not particularly tied to the dark side of town to have been a spectacularly stupid teenage who has since reformed, or to be related to mobsters on your Uncle's side.
Also, since it is an origin story, I found them defeating the supervillain group that were twice as big as them, which had years of experience ahead of them and which had succeeded in killing an experenced superhero team - I found that it violated my suspension of disbelief. Especially since it was the new superhero team's first outing and they'd just managed to nearly have their asses kicked by a single minor supervillain.
Of course, the most annoying thing is that the story is so very clearly an origin story for the new superhero team, and look, the main supervillain is being shady in the shadows, and there's not even a hint anywhere of a sequel. I mean, there seems to be a few short stories around, but a novel? Nope.
Lidenskab og lysår
There was quite a few good stories in this anthology, but my favourites? Hmmm. A. Silvestri's I fædrelandets tjeneste is a creepy bit of Earth/alien diplomacy, Helle Perrier's DreamChild is an equally creepy tale of pregnancy in the future, and then there's Bjarke Schjødt Larsen's Den danske kulturskat, a story about a Denmark where everybody has to be "cultured" or face the consequences. I can't quite figure out if it's a right wing wet dream (since it is reads like it might be all about Danish culture) or a right wing nightmare (since clearly only a left wing government would be that intrusive and evil as to take away normal people's kids if they fail at having given them enough culture).
What I'm reading now
M.D. Lachlan's Lord of Slaughter, which is vikings and werewolves in Constantinople (well, I'm sure the werewolves will happen at some point), and Francesca Coppa's The Fanfiction Reader, which I'm wondering if lysanatt has opinions about?
What I'm reading next
Hmmm. Maybe I'll tell you next week
Total number of books and comics read this year: 123
Summary: Deep in the wilds, mysterious things wander through the lands on mysterious trails. Dracula isn’t the only legend that walks their earth.
Trevor darns clothing, Sypha sews some pants, and Alucard spends a lot of time thinking about plumbing. And, through it all, they bond… hopefully. If they don’t kill each other first.
And if they don’t get eaten first. That’s important too.
Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceAlucard/Trevor Belmont Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades Alucard/Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades Sypha Belnades/AlucardAlucard (Castlevania) Trevor Belmont Sypha BelnadesFriendship Pre-OT3 OT3 magic is menacing men darning socks Domestic sinister toilets Fairy Tale Elements drinking alone in the dark never ends well
This is an exquisitely beautiful story that I highly recommend to one and all.
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!!!!!!!!!!! IN TODAY’S DISGUSTING NEWS !!!!!!!!!!!
R. Kelly is a perpetual Pedophile who’s now started a cult consisting of 6 girls; that we know of so far that is.
According to the girls Parents, he:
Keeps several young women at his homes in Atlanta and Chicago;
Replaces their cell phones with ones specifically used to communicate with him and forbids them to contact their families;
Requires they call him “daddy” and ask permission to leave the studio or their residences;
Films their sexual encounters with him;
Abuses them physically and verbally
This wouldn’t be a stretch considering the numerous times R. Kelly has been in trouble with the law for pedophilia. Let’s not forget he not only made a sex tape urinating on a 14 year old girl, he also married Aliyah when she was 15 years old.
AND HE IMPREGNATED AALIYAH AS WELL AND PAYED FOR HER ABORTION. LOOK IT UP. SOURCES SAY A PHONE CALL WAS MADE TO ONE OF HIS FRIENDS OF HIM CRYING SAYING “i think Aaliyahs pregnant man.” PATHETIC. THIS IS NOT A SET UP YO.
Reblogging this again because there have been articles since the early 2000s of this disgusting mess and the authors of those articles being that they were black women, were called “bitter” and “liars”. As Peter had said, EVERYTHING in the dark comes into the light.
my finished Selfoss piece from the Wanderlust show at @lightgreyartgallery last weekend – one of my absolute favourite places we visited on our Iceland trip.
This is set up to be a six color screenprint, so fingers crossed that I can do a limited run print at some point in the near future!
Today at work I learned all over again just how different I am from my coworkers: they never looked inside some of the filing cabinets in the office when they got there. They've been working there much longer than I have, and today was the first day those cabinets got a proper investigation and a full cleaning. They were stuffed with all sorts of office detritus: loose envelopes with office letterhead, computer cables, takeout leftovers like salt packets and napkins, delivery menus, pens, block of staples, post-it notes, lost clothes, medical records that can't yet be thrown out because of federal regulations, shower gel, candy, perfume samples, rubber bands, paper clips...stuff, mostly. Lots of stuff. That I would've cleaned out in days of arrival if I'd been able to, because I would've gone looking to see what's around and figured out what to do with it all. Like, for example, throwing away old delivery menus.
I recognize a fair amount of inertia behind a closed cabinet door in an office where things are always busy. I also wonder why they never raided those cabinets for pens, when pens are a valuable commodity in basically any office environment.
Next week, I'm taking the clothes back with me, washing them, and then dropping them off at an appropriate fabric recycling program. I figure it's the best option available.
4/5. My vacation* book. A woman goes to a neighboring colony for work, gets involved with her (lady) housemate, and discovers that there is something very, very wrong with their world. Oh, and by the way, this is on a planet(?) where objects only hold their shape/meaning if they are properly and repeatedly labeled with the right word. Trust me, it makes more sense in context. Well . . . it makes more thematic sense.
This is weird and wonderful and requires a lot of work. It's in translation (from Swedish), but it's a very skillful one, as far as I can tell. Which is necessary for a slim, intense, calculated book like this, where words really count. I keep thinking about this book – about how it intersects language and oppression, and about its explicable-if-you-work-hard ending. And the worldbuilding – it's spare but sharp as a knife, as the contours of this authoritarian democracy come into relief. For example, there's a wonderful detail that seemed to open up the whole book for me, about how poetry serves an entirely different function in this world than it does in ours.
And I really like the protagonist's slide into disobedience. Her inability to play along anymore is part old personal history, part recent stress and it makes sense. But not in a paint-by-numbers tragedy-happens-to-a-plucky-person way. More like . . . yes. That is how you slide a tiny bit out of step with your community, then a tiny bit more, and a tiny bit more, and suddenly, bam. You're in a different world.
Content notes: Discussion of reproductive coercion, some forced medical stuff by the authorities, etc.
*Vacation: in which we went to see my dying father and I don't know if I'll ever see him again, and also I retired my dog and settled her with her puppyraisers and I don't know if we'll ever see her again, and then we did some hiking. Do I know how to decompress from work or what?
3/5. Demon-fighting soccer mom.
There is a running joke in my household about my TBR pile. I was trying to find something to read towards the end of June [N.B.: I billed more hours in June 2017 than in any other month of my career] and my TBR was . . . dire. I was scrolling, and it was, "apocalypse . . . apocalypse with zombies . . . reproductive dystopia . . . ooh I think teenagers burn to death in that one." Yeah.
So I read this instead! Which is an extremely fluffy, comfy book about a suburban SAHM dealing with demons. She has a great best friend and a cute teenager and a dark past demon hunting for the church. Like you do. This goes the expected places – it's subliminally about the ways homemaking and running a family are like preventing the apocalypse – but it's also breezy and fun. And would make a great TV show, actually. Would watch. While collapsed half-dead with a glass of wine at the end of the week.
I finished my last-minute reading of Hugo short fiction items and did my voting on Saturday morning. I think that there were a LOT of very good "shorts" this year.
I am re-reading The Story of the Stone by Barry Hughart, which is the second of the Master Li and Number Ten Ox books. I also tried (really, I did) to read two Very Serious books, which turned out to be nearly unreadable and almost useless for their intended purpose. *looks shifty*
eta: ...went out for some retail therapy, because I could just not stop picking at my Nook like a scab. I was planning to get some earrings, but found the Moana cd at a much more reasonable price (it was around $22 in meatspace when the movie came out, but apparently it's dropped down to $11), so I got that instead. Also browsed through a videogame shop, reminded myself of all the games I own already and still want to play, and got a scoop of mango icecream that was way better than I was expecting. I'm still not happy about Dropbox, and I still don't want to poke at my Nook at the moment, but I feel much more even keeled now. Might start a re-watch of Leverage - that show always makes me smile.
It depends a bit on the weather, but I’m mostly packed, I’ve cooked food that’s currently waiting in the freezer, and I have acquired the third Diane Mott Davidson book to read.
The plan is to leave work early, catch the train to the campground, camp overnight, and in the morning hike out to a different train station further down the line, about a seven-mile trek, to do a longer endurance test than last weekend’s. Then I’ll catch the train home around noon on Saturday.
If something goes wrong, I can catch an evening train home on Friday until eight o’clock, or starting in the morning at 5:30, with little to no exertion. It’s pretty low-risk and I’m well stocked. I don’t have a sleeping pad, but my backpack has a partial one built-in, and I have one arriving tomorrow (though it might be too bulky, we’ll see). And honestly in this heat, I might just sleep on top of my sleeping bag in any case.
Worst case scenario, the campground has heated, lockable shower cubicles with nice big floors. I’ve slept on worse.
Caaaaaaamping! *jazz hands*
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2) high spf long sleeve shirts
3) fresh fruit and almond butter biscuits