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This poem is spillover from the November 5, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] technoshaman, [personal profile] ari_the_dodecahedron, and Anonymous on Dreamwidth. It also fills the "drunk girl / guy" square in my 11-1-16 card for the Fall Festival bingo. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles. It belongs to the Mallory thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem contains some intense topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes confusion, indecision, college party hijinks, Whitney sneaking alcohol into a non-alcoholic event, binge-watching television, Whitney passing out drunk on the couch, reference to past alcohol misuse, reference to past rape, Mallory having a panic attack with awful flashbacks and other intrusive images, Heron calling the Student Health Center for Whitney, Mallory crying on Heron, and other angst. But there's a lot of fluff too. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward. However, this is a major plot point, so skipping it would leave a gap.

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*laughs bitterly for a million years*

I went to my doctor about five years ago, when I was mm, like, 33 or 34, and said, “I think I have ADHD and always have, it would explain a lot of the problems I’ve had in my life, how do I go about getting a diagnosis and treatment plan?”

She laughed. “You’d know by now if you have it,” she said.

I stared at her. “I…” I said. “I do know.”

She shook her head. “No,” she said, “that’s not the kind of thing you can self-diagnose.”


[On the way out she gave me a handwritten list of phone numbers. “I think you should talk to a psychologist,” she said, “you seem like maybe you’re depressed.”]

When I graduated college in 2002 my mother said, “I never thought you’d do it in 4 years.”

“What?” I said, astonished; I’ve never been like, the world’s greatest student but apart from math (ha ha ha ha ha) I’ve always been solid As and Bs. 

“Well,” she said. “I always knew you had ADD or something, but I figured putting a label on you would only ever slow you down, so I’m glad I didn’t.”


I went back to the doctor, three or four years ago. It was a different doctor than the first one, though at the same practice. “Listen, doc,” I said, “I know for a fact I have ADHD or something, I forgot to print out the zillionth article I read that I was like oh wow that’s my life story, but listen to me, doc, I’m in my late 30s with a bachelor’s degree I’ve never used and I work fucking retail because I can’t focus on anything real, this is seriously hampering me from living my life and I need help.”

He nodded seriously. “You should talk to a specialist,” he said, and wrote me a script for antidepressants. “Ask the receptionist for Dr. [name I didn’t catch]’s number.” 

I stared at him. “Okay,” I said. “I… what, I call this person? Does my insurance cover that? What kind of specialist is this? How do I get an appointment?”

He sort of shrugged. The receptionist wrote the number down on a piece of paper. They didn’t write the specialist’s name down, or what their actual specialty was.

I lost the piece of paper.

I gave up. I went cold-turkey off the antidepressants because the only thing they did was make me gain 30 pounds in 3 months and give me weird little fits of unreasoning rage. I got brain zaps and cried for a week, but I didn’t miss any work, so nobody minded too much.

I went back to the doctor two or three years ago. It was a different doctor, at the same practice. “You’ve gained a lot of weight,” she said. “We should talk about that. But first! Flu shot!”

“I have ADHD,” I said helplessly.

“It’s incredibly important to get your vaccines,” she said.

I haven’t been to a doctor since.

Thursday Yardening

Oct. 19th, 2017 05:13 pm
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Today is sunny and warm.  Birds are fluttering around.

We went out and scraped ash out of the firepit, so we can build a fire for Samhain.  Then we picked up sticks out of a big pile of leaves that Doug raked up earlier. 
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She claims that “the sole purpose of the law is to indoctrinate pregnant women into the belief held by some, but not all, Christians that a separate and unique human being begins at conception,” according to the court’s opinion. “Because the law does not recognize or include other beliefs, she contends that it establishes an official religion and makes clear that the state disapproves of her beliefs.”

The case would be the first of its kind to be heard by either the Missouri Supreme Court or U.S. Supreme Court, according to the Western District Court.

“Neither the Missouri Supreme Court nor the U.S. Supreme Court has considered whether a Booklet of this nature, an Ultrasound, an Audible Heartbeat Offer, and a seventy-two-hour Waiting Period violate the Religion Clause rights of pregnant women,” the court wrote.

Judge Thomas Newton issued the unanimous opinion. He wrote that Doe argued she must not support religious, philosophical or political beliefs that imbue her fetal tissue with an existence separate, apart or unique from her body.

“Because we believe that this case raises real and substantial constitutional claims, it is within the Missouri Supreme Court’s exclusive jurisdiction…” Newton wrote, “and we hereby order its transfer.”

Doe is an adherent of the Satanic Temple, according to court documents.
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So, I think someone high up in management at my institution got hacked last year or something, since in the past year we have developed some serious paranoia regarding data security. Not to say that data security isn’t important or that I dislike the changes, I think they are for the most part sensible, but we went from like, zero to Steranko-System-in-Leverage in the course of a month or two. 

The latest development is a mysterious edict that we all have to leave our computers at work but logged out tonight so that they can “encrypt” our computers somehow – I assume it’s some kind of software they’re going to install, but there’s been a dearth of information over what exactly this Encryption Of Computers entails. Furthermore, I was told that my computer is incompatible with encryption (loose lips sink ships, laptop!) so it will have to be wiped completely and upgraded. Which I’m fine with, all my work is on a network drive anyway and I just had to remember to move a few files. 

But my laptop apparently heard them and knows it’s being wiped. Yesterday the flash stopped working and today my Outlook has decided to neither send nor receive any email. Additionally, a retail clothing website just broke Firefox so hard it no longer allows me to log into anything. 

What I’m saying is that this laptop is going down swinging, and I kind of admire its fighting spirit, but goddamn, could it not have waited until the end of the workday so I wouldn’t have to use Microsoft Webmail to do the last two hours of business today. 

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16 and 24?

Oct. 19th, 2017 01:12 pm
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16) are there any characters who haunt you?

ooh by “haunt”, that depends what you mean. Most of the characters I’ve written do “haunt” me while the works are still active, in that I think about them a whole lot and often perceive my daily life from their perspective. I’m distracted a lot, ok. Normally I move on but at any time I can kind of reread old stuff and get back into a character a bit, so. If that’s what you mean by “haunt” then, yes. 

In the meaning of a haunting being something sort of unpleasantly clinging, then, maybe; I do have characters I’ve never done right by coming back to bother me a fair bit. And before I’ve written something, there’s often a lot of preoccupation with a character, that may or may not ever amount to anything. 

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

Oh man. Yeah, I mean. I do a lot of Wikipedia reading, and many times I’ll branch out from that and find more exact/primary sources on something, and I’ll definitely seek out experiences that go along with it– like, eating the cuisine a character would cook, even if that means buying the ingredients and cooking it myself, or going to a museum exhibit about the thing, or what have you. 

This is always complicated, though, by two factors, one being my inability to do things on my own without involving other people for support or to make up numbers or whatever (like, I won’t cook for myself and I won’t go to the museum by myself probably), and the other being a pathological inability to own up to being interested in something that I’m seriously interested in. I always have to come at it sidelong, like, picking an unrelated but cool thing and pretending I’m super into that, and only really looking intensely at My Desired Interest really close-up when no one is actually paying attention and pretending the whole time that I was interested in something else. 

(Like, I will die to death in real life before letting any family member know that I’m super into Poe Dameron both as a character and because Oscar Isaac is attractive, but I will be publicly obsessed with BB-8 to an alarming degree because kids think that’s funny and I absolutely don’t have to own up to how much character I’ve imbued the droid with in my head.) 

The side-answer to this whole question, though, is how many things have you found a way to incorporate into a story because you already knew about them, and the answer is, uhh like all of the things. [How many characters of mine are into sewing? Lots. Like, embarrassingly lots. And like. This hardly counts because so many fandoms have military characters who by necessity are into guns, but, like, guns were considered a necessary life skill in my household so it’s kind of nice not to have to do separate research there.]

(the questions are here if anyone still wondered about anything thank you everyone who asked I have enjoyed this a lot)
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Capitalism is getting very much more dystopian very quickly

It’s a matter of time before companies start their own Pod-communities and ‘strongly encourage’ workers to live there and set up rules like no alcohol and no defamation of the company in the Pods. 

As nightmarish as this is (and it is), this is only new for documented white people. From seasonal archiculture workers to construction workers to sweatshops, ‘sleep where you work and live your whole life controlled by your boss and coworkers pressured to spy on you’, has been very much a thing for a looooooooong time. 

This is one of many things capitalism has always done to workers and now they’re going “hhmmmm.. if I can do this to some workers, why not all of them? if I present it as a hip new way of urban living people for the ‘freelancers’ that I exploit, I might even be able to do it without the armed guards that run my sweatshops and plantations.”

I don’t really get the issue with the “sex is banned” part tho

I don’t want to hyperfocus on that part because ‘live without privacy, convert your bed into a desk by day and just work work work’ is distopian enough as it is and I don’t really want to distract from a conversation about the new fuedalism to just talk about sex. 

But can you not understand how that monotomous soulless life defined by work becomes even more soulless when you are not permitted to engage in (what is for most allosexuals) one of the most intimate moments of recreational joy and interpersonal connection? & how much it says about our lack of power when we live in places that control our sexual and reproductive lives? 

well yeah, but it’s communal living. I mean you’re spot on with the rest but idk, a ban on sex when you share your living quarters with like two dozen other people? it doesn’t seem that deep tbh. 

You know, I’ve spend time in socialist and anarchist self-organized communal living spaces where lots of people shared bedrooms because they liked it and all these spaces had a place for sex. They all acknowledged that that was a thing many humans loved and valued and so they organized to make that good thing possible. Some had a spare room with a lock on the inside that couples could use, others had dorms where sex was okay and dorms where it was not so people could choose where to sleep. It is not difficult to have communal living for those that like sharing bedrooms and also organize a place for sex. 

This, however, is not communal living. This is crammed, dehumanized corporate living. This is squeezing as many people as possible into a space defined by work. The inhabitants own nothing in this space and have no control over their environment, they can’t even paint the walls let along organize the space to meet their needs. In such a space, sex is made impossible on purpose:

“We built the pods facing each other so the community polices itself”

The people that made this could have organized privacy and opportunities for sex. They deliberately did not do this, they dilerabetely designed the space for minimum privacy. The purposeful banning of sex from this space is just one part, but one very obvious part, of the way these spaces are not build for humans, they are build for employees whose whole identity should be limited to their productivity. 

In the 19th and early 20th centuries, mining communities and factory towns encouraged workers to join their ranks by offering company housing and company stores, where workers and their families wouldn’t have to worry about money, because their rent and whatever they wanted from the store would simply be deducted from their paychecks.

Didn’t take long for workers to realize they were spending over 100% of their paychecks, and would have to work the rest of their lives in soul-crushing poverty to pay the company back.

Company Towns were definitely bad– but even those allowed for their workers to have a pretense of a life.

This explicitly is saying that you cannot express a fundamental part of your humanity here. No, sex isn’t necessary for all people, but it is for some; it’s a complicated matter that’s not about morals and freedom of choice in it is absolutely crucial to full human expression. This is not only explicitly saying, “you may not have a family here”, it is also dehumanizing and infantilizing, and controlling to an alarming degree.
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4) favorite character you’ve written

That’s actually really hard because I kind of feel like every character I’ve written was secretly the same person in a different hat. There’s always one, though; I write epics with multiple POVs and there’s always one, and it’s so far always a dude which is, you know, Problematic, it’s always a Tortured Dude, and he’s My Baby and I mostly want to write from his POV and have to wrench myself around to remember that I need other POVs and also, like, women exist. It’s a goddamn Struggle. (Depending on the fandom, it’s an OC, it’s John Sheppard, it’s Éomer, it’s Bucky, it’s Poe– and lately, it’s Kes, which I really didn’t mean to happen.)

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Lately, I go on really long drives, because I have to, and while I’m in the car, I turn off the music and start talking as if I’m one of the characters in something I’m working on, and monologue about what’s bothering me. 

Then I forget basically everything I’ve said, start over, repeat the exercise, and keep going until it makes me cry.

Then hopefully I remember why I was crying and write a scene from that.

15) why did you start writing?

Oh man. I remember that it was New Year’s Eve of either 1991 or 1992, and I decided that if I was going to be a novelist, I’d better get started because I was already however the fuck old I was in 1991 or 1992… Twelve, I think… I also know that I had my last real haircut around then… 

Anyway, I decided I was going to Write A Novel, and I don’t remember if I wrote anything that wound up being of substance; I recall that I instantly struggled with naming characters, cribbed a setting off a book I’d read recently, and then collapsed into what I didn’t yet know was fanfiction, writing a Dragonriders of Pern knockoff with my best friend Abbie. (She mashed up Pern with the Lion King, which we were too young to really realize was just Hamlet. Well, maybe not too young, but too ignorant. There was a lot of melodrama and throwing people off cliffs, and extremely-ill-informed sex scenes, and terrible illustrations.)

Why, though, I’m not really sure, I just sort of always assumed it was something I was meant to do. (And I’d written stuff before, but for school.)

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23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

Oh man all of them. I mean it, though. Sometimes it’s obvious, like writing a whole fic about eviscerating chickens, and sometimes it’s a lot less obvious.

I saw a good interview from Oscar Isaac a while back. He was talking about how at one point in his life, he was arguing or breaking up with a significant person (I don’t remember if he said girlfriend or if it was a fiancee or something), and it was raining, and he was crying, and he was barefoot outdoors, and he had a moment where he stepped back and was absolutely horrified with himself because he knew, even as it was happening, that he was studying himself and the other person and filing it away to use it for his art. 

And I was like, holy shit is that relatable. I’ve fucking done that. i’ve been, like, in an emergency room and I’m hyperventilating with pain, and I know I won’t remember how bad this hurt because your memories don’t really work right to record pain itself, but you bet your ass I’m noting down my peripheral responses because that shit is vivid and I’m going to use the fuck out of it. I remember the last time I passed out from pain thinking “ok the gray crawled in from the corners, super grainy like, remember that” and I know for a fact I’ve used that. I woke up on my fucking bathroom floor sobbing in broken little gasps (torn back muscle, ca 2010, $700 ER bill) and filed that shit away and have referenced it in easily half a dozen fics.

I mean, I’ve also like, read a lot of Wikipedia articles and such, and that’s always a riot. But it’s the lived experiences shit that makes it vivid, and you’d be amazed what’s applicable. 

I guess the upside of having been clumsy my whole life is that I absolutely know exactly what it’s like in the first like five seconds after you cut your hand with a power saw or hit yourself with a hammer or step on a nail or get into a car accident or fall off/down a flight of stairs or get bodychecked by a 250-pound person into a wall, and you can extrapolate to much more serious injuries from those minor ones, so please karma don’t take this as a hint I don’t actually need to know what being shot is like etc., thanks!! 

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What to Do About Kneeling

Oct. 18th, 2017 09:20 pm
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People are freaking out over football players kneeling as a civil rights protest. As I've said repeatedly, this should be encouraged, not condemned. It is a rational, legal method of solving problems. If you block that, people will resort to less rational, less legal methods. I would prefer not to have race riots all over the place. Again. The catch is, kneeling is an effective way to attract attention but it doesn't solve the underlying problems. For that we need more. And then [personal profile] dialecticdreamer came up with this gem:

"Kneeling falls entirely under right of free expression and social protest. Anyone who tries to decry that it 'damages' the corporation a public figure works for, whether a sports team or a bakery, is an authoritarian idjit. Were I the manager of a sports team, the SECOND one of my players knelt in protest, I'd arrange to meet them, and ask what can help. Public outreach. More sports camps and mentorships for youth in poverty, who are disproportionately darker-skinned (but I'd be careful not to make skin color a requirement-- you've heard this rant before)."

Well, the famous guys are difficult or impossible to reach, for practical reasons. But it's not just them anymore; players on local teams sometimes do the same thing. They can be reached, and so can their managers. Letters to the editor of any newspaper would be another way of publicizing this idea. We can also just put this topic in blog posts. Then if anyone is involved in sports where this is happening, they have a solution to try.
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Recently a friend mentioned looking forward to an event but worrying that it might be overwhelming. This can happen. It happens more often to people with special needs -- or introverts, who are a huge portion of the populace that is simply ignored in almost all event planning, thus necessitating additional accommodations. Here are some ideas to make your trip safer and happier ...

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Could I ask 10, 11, and 18? :)

Oct. 19th, 2017 01:17 am
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10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

I used to have playlists and require Solitude and like, A Vibe or Mood or suchlike. I’m Old and Tired now. Playlists take spoons I don’t have to assemble. (I can’t listen to anything too unfamiliar or with interesting lyrics, but if I’ve heard the songs too much, then I get bored. As recently as during Home Out In The Wind I had playlists, but it’s very recently fallen totally by the wayside because music is streaming now and I don’t have bandwidth.) So, nowadays, as long as I don’t think anyone can see my screen, I can pretty much write anywhere and with any noise. Just– no TV. I can’t focus in the slightest in a room with a TV. There isn’t one in my house, though, so that rarely comes up.

I think it’s pretty recent that I’ve started being pretty good at getting shit done in stolen 5-minute increments too, but that’s out of sheer self-defense. 

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

Oh man. My ability to just cut out huge chunks. I never delete anything, it goes into scrap files, but I’m a lot better now at being like, you know what, that hundred-thousand-word B-plot does not need to be in this story. Or, that entire character arc is extraneous. Or just– nobody gives a shit about this whole scene I agonized over so into the bin it goes.

Some of that, however, writing fic has destroyed, because there’s nobody like fanfic fans to like, clamor for your hundred thousand words of B-plot. I’ve posted a lot of stuff that my inner editor is like “do you really need this in yr story? No U Do Not” because I’m like, “fuck you, RandomOnlineUser49 is probably going to really connect to this,” and I’m usually right, it’s always the shit I’m like “well that’s pure id that doesn’t serve the plot” that makes some rando I’ve never spoken to before send me a tearful thousand-word comment. 

It says a lot, I think, about underserved markets and conventional writing. I know the difference now, though, between fanservice and actual-important-to-plot stuff. [And I am not being condescending to RandomOnlineUser49 up there– some of that id shit is the most truthful stuff I’ve ever committed to page, it just doesn’t… drive the story at all.]

I still can’t do pacing for shit, but I think I at least know where my weaknesses in that regard are. Believe me, if my OTP is engaging in twenty pages of witty banter, I know that’s not necessary and I also know there are about thirty people on the Internet who are going to fucking love it, and as person number one of that thirty, I’m Here For It. 

(I’m not sure when my lifelong dream of getting Conventionally Published died, but I haven’t wasted a lot of time mourning it.) (I’m’a still try though, I’m’a still try. Just. Not this moment.)

I will say, though, that the other thing I’m good at is staving off OOC shit. I’m pretty good at spotting that, heading it off, and never actually writing it, so I don’t have to save myself the trouble of cutting it. Because that shit, RandomOnlineUser49 is probably *not* going to find #relatable, and so there’s no point to writing it. 

I’m still working on stuff that’s like… just unrealistic. I feel like I can tell when it’s happening but it’s harder to stave it off and avoid it. 

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

Oh, fuck, everything I read I absorb. I’m like a sponge, really. So lately, I don’t read a ton of actual formal books, and honestly I go through phases where I don’t even read fanfic. (I’ll never be a BNF in any fandom because I don’t have the networking ability, I really don’t.) 

I was hugely influenced by Tolkien really early, but fortunately I’ve mostly outgrown it. Oh, that’s what I should’ve said for #11– I’ve gotten way better at not putting semicolons in every fucking paragraph. THANKS FOR THAT JOHN RONALD REUL. 

I digressed. Well, drink has been taken, that’s what I do. Digress.

I definitely absorbed a shitload of the mannerisms of the while-it-was-airing McShep fandom from Stargate: Atlantis. There is a phenomenal clique of just– luminaries who wrote for that fandom in its height, and I went through a ton of fic in 2012 and inhaled it and wound up with a shitload of verbal tics and catchphrases that it has taken me literal years to knead into my own style. I’d just been through a multi-year dry spell of not writing anything of my own, and I had known about fanfiction for over a decade at that point but hadn’t written any in forever, and so I read all that and just. I don’t even know where it ends and I start. Some of it was bad, I definitely absorbed like, whole sentences I’d reuse, and I can’t begin to pick apart where they came from. 

Fortunately, my total amnesiac brain fog tendencies tend to balance my human sponge tendencies, so currently I don’t think I’m pasticheing anyone. 

I could be wrong, though. I could be wrong.

Most recently, the only real actual formal published fiction I’ve read has been Martha Wells, and part of what is so appealing about her, I think, is that she has a really translucent style. She has some bulletproof tropes she loves, for sure, but her style is very functional; you can straight-up mimic her and not sound like you’re doing anything, because her prose is so well-structured and practical. She tells a fucking story, all right, she’s not there to tickle your poetry meter or whatever. It’s not that it’s not beautiful, but it’s basically transparent. I don’t mind absorbing that, it’s impossible to rip off; it just makes you write honestly. 

whoops hit the button too early; I meant to say, feel free to ask me more writing questions!
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replied to your photo “I… I think this film is… a little out of date. Just a little though.”

If it’s used go ahead and process it the pictures may be salvageable. If it’s unused take pictures of like flowers and develop them you can get cool effects.

Oh– yes, this was at work. I work in a camera store / photo lab. This isn’t the oldest roll of film I’ve processed, but it’s up there. (photos and stuff behind the cut, though I can’t find my best examples.)

This lady sent in 38 rolls of film– 36 still in disposable cameras– from her mother’s house. Via Etsy, so she mailed them from California! $38 to send Priority Mail.

Protip for anyone who sees this and has old disposable cameras that haven’t been processed yet: you don’t have to send the whole camera in for processing. We don’t have a special tool to get the film out. Just make sure you’ve advanced the film past 0 (you want the >>>> symbols to make sure the leader’s back inside the cartridge), then turn it over and pry that fucker open with a flathead screwdriver. That is literally the tool we the professionals use. 

(if you can’t see, in the image, the black plastic flap of the disposable camera has an image embossed on it of the camera being pried at with a flathead screwdriver. I am prying the embossed flap up with a flathead screwdriver.)

It is WAAAYYY cheaper to mail film cartridges than whole-ass disposable cameras. This lady could have saved, like, $30 in postage if she’d just busted those suckers open herself. But people don’t believe us when we say “seriously just go at it with a screwdriver”, so I’ve mostly given up trying.

Somewhere I have examples of how severely age-fogged film looks when developed. It’s always worth trying! Often something great comes out. Sometimes, you get art. 

Alas, I don’t have any of those photos handy. WAIT maybe I do. *goes to look*

I mean, this is not a great image, but that is age-fogged film as it goes through the big (chemical) film printer:

Can you see what that says? It says “2000″, down in the lower corner there– the photo was taken at Disney World’s millennium celebration. I developed and digitized it in December of 2015. That’s what that looks like.

So, 1997 is a bit older, but should be about the same.

Sometimes if people send in disposable cameras and there are frames left we’ll take pictures of stuff, but I generally only do that if they’re just getting prints so I know I can go through and pull those out. I don’t want to risk sending photos of my coworkers back to some customer on their CD of negatives. But, from those experiments, I can say that photos newly taken on old negatives look much different than photos that were latent exposures that aged on old negatives.

I’ve never had success with anything older than the early 90s actually giving results, but it is possible. 

Wednesday Yardening

Oct. 18th, 2017 04:00 pm
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Today is sunny, mild, and breezy.  I refilled the birdfeeders.  Birds are fluttering around in the nice weather today, although I haven't seen any on the feeders.

I planted 24 Muscari armeniacum  around bushes along the driveway.  This is a classic type of blue grape hyacinth which puts up spikes of tiny purple flowers shaped like bells.

We hope to get back out later and work on the area around the outdoor woodpile.

EDIT 10/18/17: We moved a wheelbarrow of firewood from the yard onto the porch.

EDIT 10/18/17: I went back out and fertilized the bulb gardens and some places where they're naturalized.  Thanks to whoever it was that reminded me of this.

send an ask: get to know your author

Oct. 18th, 2017 08:07 pm
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1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

4) favorite character you’ve written

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

8) favorite genre to write

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

12) your weaknesses as an author

13) your strengths as an author

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

15) why did you start writing?

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of
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I… I think this film is… a little out of date. Just a little though.

Parking Maneuver

Oct. 18th, 2017 01:08 pm
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How a strongman solves a parking problem.  More common in Terramagne than here, but fun to see. 
[personal profile] dragonlady7
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Oh. Hey, my purse. Have you… have you been, uh. Have you uh. Been there the whole time?

I mean. Right next to my desk. In a spot that used to be full of junk so I never look there. And when I set you down I was like oh neat i can put my purse here so i won’t trip over it that’s super keen. And then I was like will I remember that’s th– sure I will.

Huh. Well, I guess. Uh. I guess I’m glad that uh. That uh.


I’m just gonna go hit my head on this desk for a minute, see if that gets my brain working better, k? TTYL!
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“In the morning I smelled gas, strong, unmistakable. “I smell gas,” I said to my husband. “I don’t smell it,” he said. He had a friend come over. “Why are you having a friend come over,” I asked, “when it doesn’t matter if he can smell it or not, and none of us can fix it?” His friend didn’t smell it, either. I called the gas company. The gas company employee didn’t smell it, either. He waved his reader around and it blasted off in three places, substantial leaks behind the stove and in the basement. “Always trust a woman’s nose,” the gas company employee said.
Yes, I thought, believe us.
Then, No, I thought, I’m not a fucking witch. Believe anyone who smells gas. If someone smells gas, believe them.
But what if this story had a different ending? What if his reader hadn’t picked anything up? What if there had been no gas? I was so relieved there was gas, so afraid I was crazy. If I smell gas and there is no gas, am I different than if I smell gas and there is? Am I crazy, then, and does my value come from not being crazy? Does my value come from being right? If there is no gas, am I not right? Does it mean I didn’t smell gas or does my experience of smelling gas still remain?
Why are we disbelieved? Why am I skeptical of women’s chatter? Why does my husband think I don’t smell gas? Later, in the same piece, Baldwin writes, “There was a moment, in time, and in this place, when my brother, or my mother, or my father, or my sister, had to convey to me, for example, the danger in which I was standing from the white man standing just behind me, and to convey this with a speed, and in a language, that the white man could not possibly understand, and that, indeed, he cannot understand, until today. He cannot afford to understand it. This understanding would reveal to him too much about himself, and smash that mirror before which he has been frozen for so long.”
Maybe this is why we don’t believe women. If their experience is true, we can’t stand to see our role in it.”



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