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Home Site HouseKeeping

Good morning! (Good afternoon, good evening, and good night)

It’s been a good week for web housekeeping!

Let’s see: I covered my work on the Fae Apoc Landing Page in last week’s post, even though that was in this week.  This week, I also worked on the Microfiction Landing Page!

Because a lot of my tootfiction was lost(*) when TootPlanet migrated to Ping.the-Planet, my Microfiction landing page has been a bit of a mess of broken links. Continue reading

Jason Momoa(‘s characters) Belong in Fae Apoc

I need all of Jason Momoa’s roles to be people in Fae Apoc.

Khal Drogo is an old soldier of the likes of Aelfgar.  He’s been fighting monsters, Nedetakaei, returned gods, and more monsters for longer than he can remember. If he dies, he’ll be reborn into this.  He is a warrior all the way through, but he’s getting a little bit tired.  Picture him riding a motorcycle – or a horse – through the post-apocalypse wasteland with his warriors, chasing down a wyvern or climbing up the side of a giant to cut out their hearts.

https://gameofthrones.fandom.com/wiki/Drogo

Aquaman? He’s younger than Khal Drogo, amusingly (since the role came later in the actor’s life, that is), but he’s a fighter with (obviously) an aquatic Change.  He’s a scrapper, probably over 100 years old but never really grew up all the way, and while he’s deadly with the weapons of choice, he’s also laid-back.  He likes to sit on his beach and drink a beer, toes in the water, ass in the sand ♪

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aquaman_(film)

And then there’s Ronon!  Ronon Dexhas been out of school (possibly Addergoole) for four or five years, all of which has been surviving an apocalypse.  The Returned God Assholes are after him.  He’s learned to take down wild animals – both the sort that existed on Earth before the apocalypse and the sort that came through the portals with the Returned Gods.  Or MAYBE he ended up falling through a portal and ending up in a strange part of Ellehem for a while before managing to return home.  Either way, he spent years in the wilderness and now he needs to learn how to readjust to whatever society he finds himself with.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ronon_Dex

I have not seen the modern Conan the Barbarian yet (It’s now on my to-watch list) but I can bet that version would fit somewhere in the Fae Apocalypse, too.

I mean… just give me all the Jason Momoa characters forever, please?

Blog Post: Halloween! 🎃

It’s Halloween!

Okay, it’s the day before Halloween.

I really love Halloween.  I loved it so much as a kid, when I hadn’t learned to be nervous about what I wore.  I can still remember some of my costumes – the year mom made me a full bunny costume, for one.  The year we couldn’t find cat ears so Dad bought a set of mouse ears, cut them, and spray-painted them black.

That was pretty cool.

When I was a kid, trick-or-treating meant Dad driving me (sometimes Mom) to houses we knew – relatives, church people, friends.  My neighborhood growing up was rather rural (less so now).

We don’t keep our light on most years now, but a lot of that is because out here, there are no kids.  This house is even more remote than the one I grew up in, and our neighbors on this street are approximately a hundred and twenty.

But man, I miss costumes, and I miss being brave enough to wear them.  The candy is nice, sure, but all the other trappings of the holiday, that’s what I really love.

The “spookiness” and the harvest and the pumpkin, the black cats (cats, always!), the costumes, the pagantry… it’s an unabashed feeling holiday and I love it for that.

I really do wish I could do costumes the way I did when I was eight, unabashed, fun at wearing something new, loving the way it looked on me BECAUSE it was a costume.  I do hope I can do that again some day, that my brain will let me.

In the meantime, i’m going to dress up my tumblr feed and my twitter feed every October and sit up until past midnight on Halloween getting ready to write for Nanowrimo.

In my cat ears.  Of course.

 

 

 

Blog Post: Apples and Dog-cations

It’s October!

It’s October and there was a stranger picking apples from our tree this week.

I mean, not exactly strangers.  The lady – Barb – comes by every year.  She comes by about a month early every year and we tell her our apples will be ready in October, so she came by Friday with a grandson and picked a couple bushels I think.

(Every time I say bushel, I hear my grandmother singing “I love you a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck…”)

(Turns out it’s from Guys and Dolls!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfnwhlywWjA )

Then today, Ezra, who lives a block away, stopped in – he left a message a month ago and turns out, no big surprise, that he works at the same university that I do.  He makes cider!  And he offered us some sweet cider in return. Continue reading

Blog Post: Calc I

Going to School

I am taking Calculus I this semester!

This is because Calc II is the pre-req for Multi-variate Calc which is the pre-req for Probability Models and Inference, which I wanted to take this semester but I’m going to take in… what, two years?

I mean, I took AP Calc in high school. I did well, too! I really liked it. I can still remember liking it. I also remember sitting next to my best friend Crystal, then. I mean, any class and every class is made better with a friend there, and Crystal was amazing.

(I miss her. I really do. I lost touch with her sometime in college and I haven’t been able to find her.) Continue reading

Blog Post: Being Sick in a Pandemic with a Chronic Disease

So being sick in the middle of a pandemic while one has a chronic disease is a kinda weird shitshow. Pardon the phrasing, but uh, it’s been strange. So far I have gone through “it’s probably a cold, but get tested for COVID-19 if you don’t feel better by xx.”The nasal scrape test is a little weird, not nearly as unpleasant as it’s been described, sort of like snarfing water but the sensation stays for longer. COVID test: Negative. Next call.  Might be allergies. It’s not allergies, but I’m not that good at standing up to doctors. Getting better, lots of practice and all, but especially with stuff like this – “minor” stuff – it’s harder to get all firm and be like No I Need An Answer.

I mean, it’s a cold, right?

It’s not all that important.

Ahem. Continue reading

Blog Post: Projects and Productivity (Telecommute Month 5??!)

It might be weird, but I love the days at work where I have a project that really takes up the whole day and all of my brainspace.  I love when I can dive in and really focus and, what’s more, feel productive.

Copyediting the Journal is almost like that.

At my last job, sometimes I would get an assignment of Build A Spreadsheet/Workbook That Does (something really we should have independent software for).  That, that was pretty damn awesome.

In between, well. Continue reading

Blog Post: The Cottage

It was always just The Cottage to me, the way Lake Ontario was The Lake.  Sometimes I have to remember people down in Ithaca don’t have the same context.

My aunt and uncle – my mother’s older sister & her husband – are selling their cottage on Lake Ontario. (3)

It got flooded badly in 2018 – standing water for months 🙁 (1) and it got very moldy, and they are not young (my aunt must be, let’s see, 50+2020[year]-1+7… 76, and I think my uncle is within a year of that) and not in phenomenal shape.  I understand why they are selling it. 

On the other hand, I am mourning.

This is the last family childhood memory place still in the family – Grandma’s House, my great-grandfather’s house (other side of the family) are both gone.  All that remains is my parents’ place.

So I wrote them up a thing on Facebook, and I thought I would share it here, too.

This was part of my childhood.  I think it’s okay if I’m crying a little.

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I’ve been thinking about this for days. There are so many memories for me associated with the cottage – it’s more like a feeling, a set of emotions, than a memory.

For me, thinking about the cottage says “summer” and “family” in one breath. It brings to mind sand castles and sailing and German Potato Salad; it brings to mind Andrea at the kitchen window saying “Service!” and bridal showers and baby showers…
Grandpa at the kitchen table, telling us things he still remembered, even then, about his earlier life.

I remember when there was still a little cottage between [house of last-name], and [cousin and cousin] and I played make-believe in its doorway/on its porch. I remember, vaguely, the renovation, the new wall, how it looked before the garage.

Summer picnics, of course, Memorial Day, Fourth of July, Labor Day. It never seems right, not being at the cottage, Uncle [Uncle] manning the grill. Bacon and cheese on triscuits and asparagus wrapped in bread.
I love that the cottage was part of Uncle [Uncle]’s family history, that it became part of our family history. It will always be a part of the geography of my childhood, one of the few places in my life that were not my home that felt, nevertheless, like home.

July: a Rambling blog post

Hello, folks.

Somehow, it’s July.

If you read my site, you won’t be surprised that June was a bit of a slog for me (as I posted uh. Almost nothing. *cough*  Sorry about that; I’m working on getting back to getting stuff posted both here and on Patreon).

Some of this – well, no, that was July.  July has been a slog because my *@#(@& prescriber didn’t call in my ADHD-meds script, after, at last count, THREE calls from the pharmacy.

You know, the one thing I’m on that has serious withdrawal issues?

*grumble* Continue reading