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Anybody want to beta-read the first part of the next Blight installment?

Deals with rebuild/slice of life type stuff, a little of Tyler's new and pre-existing traumas, recovery, healing, community. No violence (though might mention some in later chapters of this? I don't think so, but possible once Jordie gets a POV).

I feel like it's been so long since I wrote that I don't even know if it works or not.

Does anybody have a link to the list of free writer's analysis program-thingies? Like that improve your writing by highlighting different types of words, broken/runon sentences, etc?
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Okay. Hear me out. I started watching this show and I was like "This is crass. And cheesy." But it was good enough to finish the first couple episodes.

And then I noticed that it's crass and cheesy but oh is it good too. It's a very smart show about very stupid people, performed by incredible actors.

The premise is familiar. Soldiers from the future enlist a 'normal' 20-something video-gamer from the suburbs to travel back in time and prevent the apocalypse.

What isn't so familiar is how much the show lets the characters grow and change. I am so weak for someone raised for war being told that they're made for something else, that they have value beyond their kill count. A hard-ass getting the first hug of their life. Another tossing aside the mission imperative at the first whiff of unconditional kindness.

There's a mistaken identity scene that stretches for like 15 minutes, and makes perfect sense for every single character involved (like--7 people, I think?) are all sure they know what's going on and every single one of them wrong).

Canon Queer characters. In a big way.

Canon Poly relationships.

Season 3 is on the surreal side, but it didn't lose me. The story all wraps in a very satisfying end.

I can't think of a scene where a woman's body being objectified is treated as anything other than creepy/annoying/unacceptable.

Bonus fun, picking out all the easter-egg references to all the other time-travel movies.

Drawbacks: it will make stupid shows about smart characters a lot less fun to watch. It deals so well with the paradox and futility of time travel. Also a drawback--there is almost no fic for it at all.

Content advisory that it really really lives up to the TV-MA rating. There is like a 15 second long shot of two men comparing their penises, completely on screen.

Has anybody else watched any of this? Thoughts? I'm doing a re-watch now, I'm on like episode 6 of season 1.

Ugh.

Jan. 3rd, 2022 09:18 pm
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Apparently I'm having side effects from the Covid booster that I got on Sunday. Fever of 101.6, headache, and the worst is the nausea. I had to leave work early today.
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Wow that's a weird date to type in. It still feels like it would be more natural to put 2019 on stuff than 2022 or even 2021. It just looks wrong there on the screen.

Anyway, word count for today and yesterday is 193.

Neighbors are shooting fireworks again for the third night in a row. They stop around 10pm so it's not as bad as it could be. The first time they were doing that when we had the puppy, we gave him lots of treats and distractions and he's chill about it now.

I need to go to the hardware store tomorrow and get a new knob for the back-most door. The last one fell apart when I tried to tighten the screws that hold it in (there's still a locking door between us and the yard, just someone could get into the laundry-room/garage) and I don't want to leave for work on Monday with it like that.

Covid booster shot and flu vaccine scheduled for tomorrow at 4:30, about a 30 minute drive from here. I'll probably pick up this year's pair of boots from Academy Sports while I'm on that side of town.

Happy New Year, everybody!
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288 words and they're not the best. exposition where the story doesn't need exposition. I'll probably delete half of them tomorrow. I've just got no time to myself. I got 50 words in and child was yelling at me from the shower and I lost my train of thought.
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https://photos.app.goo.gl/pCjHZwJQLgzfpDvg8

This is Buttons. He's almost 11 months old now. He's the bestest boy. He was a rescue; we got him in late May of 2021. Absolutely no idea what mix of breeds he is. He's got heavy pit legs, a long body but a very slim middle and a tail that swoops down and then hooks up like a whippet. He's a perfect size for our small house--he's about 22 lbs now, and hasn't changed much in the past couple of months, so we don't expect him to get much bigger.

From the first day we brought this baby home, he's been super protective. On the second day we had him, we were playing in the back yard with him when our neighbors went to leave for work, and he stopped playing, turned and sat between them and us and didn't move until after they were gone.

For the holidays, Child has asked if she can sleep on the pull-out couch with Buttons and I agreed. Normally, he sleeps in his kennel in an alcove in the hallway between my door and the bathroom, and when I get up in the middle of the night he doesn't make a peep. When he's sleeping with Child, apparently he's feeling like he has a job to do, because when I get up to pee he barks at me unless I call a stream of reassurances to him before I open the door.

We took him to the dog park for the first time yesterday, and he was so incredibly good. He's on the submissive side with other dogs, even smaller dogs. He made friends and played on the edge of the pond and got dunked by a huge german shepherd. And then he slept for the rest of the day.
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I just realized why everyone born after the *event* in a post-apocalyptic world has a weird name, something not-from-before. When that first generation is popping out of the womb, every old-style name reminds someone of somebody. If you've got a survivor group of 30 people, someone is mourning a George or Mary or Ashley or Chad. Someone hated a Mark or a Kelly or Dan, and it's a sharp feeling to know that person is gone, even with the hate.

Safer to make up a name that nobody has any connection to, or to use a word that's never been a name before.
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 174 words, but I cut some so it was a little more than that. Working on the follow-up to Blight that explains how Jordie becomes an uncle to a baby in Dallas. Jamie doesn't really feel like a dad in the situation, but Jordie is over the moon to have a local baby Benn.

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Pin the triangle face-to-face with the jeans, lining it up at the hem and not the point, pin and sew up only one side.

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Then, starting at the hem again, pin a few inches, then smooth the triangle down and let the fabric edge go wherever it wants to as long as the place where it will meet the jeans is smooth and flat. Pin that entire line, and sew that too. Trim the excess.

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Topstitching the entire thing is optional, but you will need to reinforce where the fabrics meet at the hem, and the top point of the slit. If you see here, you can see the gray stitches on the denim. 

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And that’s it. Easy peasy. If there’s something that isn’t clear, please feel free to ask. 

 

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 So it's been a minute since I posted here.

I've since gotten divorced, moved with my kid (she's 12 now) to Florida, started working at a land survey company, bought a house and started a food forest/garden.

I'm between fandoms right now. Reading Teen Wolf and Stucky because those are the two with good rec/finder pages on tumblr. Playing around a little writing a short story set in Blight. 

Who all is still around? What are y'all up to these days?


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 Hey guys, Here's the rough draft.  Just wanting feedback on the summaries and stuff.  It's sort of ugly and stuff and I need to play more with the order they're in.  Haven't exactly decided what goes first.

Rough Draft )
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 I just posted a lot of Losers WIPAmnesty stuff over on LJ. DW is not cooperating with fic posting, so it's over there. If you like commenting here, that's fine too.
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 Huh. Either this is the weirdest sounding tinnitus I've ever had or...actually, I cannot think what would be making this noise outside of my head, so it must be tinnitus. 
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OMG dw is pissing me off with the cuts that don't cut and the paragraph breaks that don't break. Anyway, here's the link to the tumblr post for ch 2: http://ladyjanelly.tumblr.com/post/96719466503/note-17-is-the-age-of-consent-in-texas-and


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selfmadesuperhero:<br /><br />commission for ladyjanelly &lt;3<br />give me your money!!! pls<br /><br />Art for that fic I&#8217;m not writing. Okay, am  writing. 

(art by selfmadesuperhero, now accepting commissions here: give me your money!!! Seriously great work, super-quick and super-cheap.)

So I'm posting a fic as I write it again for the first time in forever. I've been posting on Tumblr, but thought I'd put it here since a lot of people still might read it even if it's not your current fandom.

I can't believe I'm writing another homeless!epic, but I got attacked by a killer plot-bunny and it wouldn't let me go.

Sink These Roots Deep
Hockey RPS--Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn
Rated Mature/explicit/adults only
Warnings for: Homeless teens and all the troubles/peril associated. Tyler is 17 in this, which is above the age of consent in Dallas, where it is set. Puppy in distress, but I promise I don't kill the dog.


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The puppy is half-dead when Tyler finds it crawling along a back-alley in Oak Lawn. Ribs and spine and hip-bones visible through its fur, half its face covered with the dried crust of some kind of goop that’s leaking out of its eyes.
 
He’s got no business messing with the thing. It’s just that he skipped out on the guy he’d spent the night with, well before dawn, wasn’t willing to hang out there for just the hope of a free meal. It’ll be another hour before the library opens, and he already got some breakfast from 7-11.  He’s bored, and the puppy is the only friendly thing moving at this time of day. He has a vague thought, a memory of that time his dad took him and the girls out to Polson Pier, back when dad was trying to show off what a good parent he could be. Tyler remembers a couple of teenage boys with a cardboard box and a half-dozen cute puppies inside. The sign had said two hundred bucks a pop, and Tyler thinks if he can get this one looking healthy, looking cute like those, maybe he could get forty for it.
 
He shifts his backpack to the other shoulder, looks both ways for potential trouble in the early-morning quiet and sits himself on the curb. Nobody should be coming by until the garbage men. He makes kissy-noises until the puppy turns his way, whining and tentatively wagging its tail.  “Hey there, hey,” he calls, and the dog isn’t real steady on it’s feet, that baby-puppy waddle compounded by weakness and hunger. Its dry little nose butts into his hand and he touches its head. The cocoa-colored fur is softer than he expected, and he grins as it tries to crawl into his lap.
 
“Hey now,” he warns, lifts the dog and sees that it is actually a girl-dog. Little feet paddle uselessly at the air. She feels like a cloud in his hands, no weight to her at all. She’s desperate to get to him now that she’s recognized him as friendly, whining and lunging to get closer

 
“Hey girl, you gotta play it cooler than that.”  The dog latches onto one of Tyler’s hands, sharp little baby teeth chewing on the heel of his thumb.
 
“Ow, shit, I know you’re hungry.”  He turns the pup around where she can’t gnaw on him anymore. It’s not like he has money for dog-food just laying around. He spends most of his days making sure he has food and shelter enough that he keeps looking like the kind of boy people want to give more food and shelter to. He’s careful to keep clean, keep neat. He keeps his options open, a boy strangers can take out to dinner and let crash on their couch. Sweet enough for the lesbians to want to mother and hot enough that the old queens like to watch him rake their leaves or sweep their pools. He’s got no business messing with dogs on the side of the road.
 
He spends four bucks on a bottle of milk and a Big Bite, the puppy stuffed in his backpack and worryingly quiet. He sits and feeds her at one of the cafe tables on Hunky’s side patio, pieces of hotdog bun dipped in the milk for her to gulp down.
 
“The fuck am I supposed to do with you?” he asks, and the puppy doesn’t answer.
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So I’ve been going to the gym with my hubby MWF, doing weight-training and a little cardio and balance work on the Bosu. Now I’m sometimes hitting it on Tues/Thurs while he’s teaching Kung Fu classes and my daughter wants to go to the gym play-care and visit with her friends. My go-to Tues/Thurs workout is the rowing machine for cardio, the foam-roller to keep my muscles working right, stretching and balance work.

It’s been a pretty consistent two months. I’m liking what I’m seeing in the mirror, but nothing at all is happening on the scale. I may have gained two lbs, despite not changing my eating at all.

I had a thought this morning, imagining what I’ll look like if my weight keeps not-changing and my bench/squat/curl max keep going up. And I think I like the idea. I’ve never really encouraged my body to muscle up like it wants to. The little bit of water aerobics and a few scattered semesters of weight training both made noticeable differences. I’m curious how extreme the shoulder/waist/hip ratio will go (I have a lot of hips and the shoulders bulk fast). I’m about at my all-time heaviest weight (5’3” and 177 lbs) but I think I could be happy with that, thrilled even, if I can get it shaped like I want.

I think I’m going to keep general strength, cardio fitness, balance training, and flexibility as my goals, and totally remove weight-loss from my plan for now. I’m not going to eat more, but not less either. Up the protein intake and drop the carbs down a little bit. I’m thinking about this almost as a body modification project (albeit one that’ll require constant maintenance to keep it looking like I want).

I’m really glad I took some ‘before’ pictures before starting this, because it’ll be interesting to see how far I can take it.
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Feeling stressed-out and weird. Like--we're moving this weekend (assuming the house passes final inspection by the city and if it doesn't pass inspection by the city I have no idea what we're doing). I should be packing, but there's very very little we've bought that we're not using on a daily basis, so not much I can do right now, but it feels like I should be.
Having one of those weeks where I'm like "Can I even write? Is anything I do good? Was it ever good?" which I rarely have but just. Yeah.

New Job!!

Jul. 30th, 2014 07:47 pm
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Ugh. It was a great day, but I feel like my eyeballs are like over-cooked eggs and my brain is oozing out my ears.

I do freelance AutoCAD for a living (along with being the stay-at-home-parent) and I got a great new client in the air-conditioning field, but the work is a little more involved than other clients I worked with, so there was a ton to learn. I worked from their office today, which is like--less conducive to brain-breaks than I'm used to. But. I went from having no clue at all, to being able to ask the right questions, to being able to mark up the blueprint as he told me the changes he needed at the end. Hopefully job-after-next, I'll be able to have a sit-down meeting and be able to get everything I need to know to do the whole job.

I feel I left money on the table when talking salary, but he said "If you're happy to work for that, I'm happy to pay you" which was really cool. He was recommended to me by a good mutual friend, so I have no worries about not getting paid when the job is done, and he is in dire need of having a lot of work done, so this looks to be a regular gig.

It was really great to have a day where I didn't have to think of anything but the work in front of me. Cleansing. For me, CAD work is like getting paid for doing puzzles. I wish there was like a "Draft this in the fewest clicks possible" puzzle book. I'd do that recreationally.
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Hockey is eating my brain. The competence-kink in this fandom is through the roof. I no longer have any idea if these guys are even vaguely attractive or if it's just how damn good they are at the thing they do. So help me please, non-hockey-fans. Look at these pics. Tell me if they are good to look at (I limited myself to 2 photos of each boy)Hot or not hockey players )
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Okay, the house has been broken into 3 times that we know of. Once, they stole a window-unit airconditioner and the workers' ladders. The second time they stole $800 worth of doors. There's nothing in there worth taking right now, but the workers nailed the gate shut so they'd stay out. They kicked through the paneling in the garage (it's unfinished on the inside) and got into the yard and then pried the wood that was nailed over the door off.

Apparently, nobody writes insurance policies that will cover theft or vandalism for a house in rebuild. The builder is not responsible. I'm pricing guard-dog rentals tomorrow. Has anybody ever used this kind of service?? They're insured for $2million but I think that's just if the dog damages things or someone sues for getting bit.

If we put the electrical wiring in and it gets stolen, or the parts of teh central AC that are outside, we will have to take out a loan to cover the loss. If we have to do that twice, we'd be better off to have sold the house as-is and bought a move-in ready place.

We have to tell the apartment complex 60 days in advance before we move out. We can't move forward until we know if it's secure.

I am so fucking stressed. I just want to curl up and write porn all day.

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