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Books

Read some of The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Rebecca Skloot (which is a great Jack Dann title+author combo, btw.)

Read a few grudging pages of Les Mis.

New book acquisitions this week: Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov and Michel de Montaigne's complete essays. Which latter is as thick as Les Mis. I'm not going to start it yet - it's part of the autobiography and memoir category in my List of D00m, and it comes after The Book of Margery Kempe (I'm skipping Augustine's Confessions because I've read it before.)

Some other recent book acquisitions I forgot to mention until now: a pile of big old folio-size art books from my parents, who are downsizing. I got one general art history, one on Asian art, one Renaissance, one pre-historic, and one on Impressionism... oh, and some comics collections. Amphigory, Amphigory Too, and Colonel Pewter In Ironicus. My father also insisted on giving two huge lever arch files of Colonel Pewter newspaper cuttings, but he did say I could get rid of them when I was done with them. I do not have room in my home for two huge lever arch files of anything. I also got to plunder their fiction and nonfiction, but there was surprisingly little there that I wanted but didn't have already.

Fanworks

I love how sometimes you think "wouldn't that make a great Yuletide fandom?" and you search for it in AO3 and discover that someone else was way ahead of you and requested it already in a previous year, and got the story you would have most liked to read, and it's right there waiting for you to read it. It's so convenient, so helpful of them.

Three years ago, [personal profile] st_aurafina requested the music video of 'Total Eclipse of the Heart', and [archiveofourown.org profile] Ankaret wrote The Doves And The Ravens, which is as weird and spooky and haunting and tragic and weird as the music video, with beautiful language and deeply strange worldbuilding.

And now I don't have to request 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' for Yuletide this year. (So far on my list of things to request, I have A Stranger in Olondria, A Suitable Boy, and Ancillary Justice.)

Read The Other Miss Bennett, by [archiveofourown.org profile] halotolerant, adorable Pride and Prejudice Kitty/Georgiana.

Watched Integral, a POI vid by [archiveofourown.org profile] soupdragon. Their first vid, and it showed in that I found harder to follow than most vids, and I'm already pretty bad at following vids. But the song choice was absolutely perfect.

Best fanart I saw this week: [personal profile] sqbr's Our Lady of the Machine. Root from POI in the style of a religious icon. (The moment I realised that wasn't an earring, it was a reference to canon, OMG.)

TV and Movies

POI. 'Risk': I am trying to figure out what Jim Caviezel's acting choices in the tailoring scene were meant to signify, if not that John's turned on. Also, in the scene with Finch and Carter in the cab, I decided that the world needs more Finch/Reese/Carter. So far I've only been able to find one story with that combo.

'Baby Blue': LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. Oh poor Carter. That double-take. And "She was in imminent danger of kidnapping." And then her second, even more horrified double-take at "Leila's safe. She's with John."

'One Percent': this show. It keeps teetering on the edge of being serious and moving, and then expresses Nathan and Harold's horror at 9/11 with an EXTREME DRAMATIC NOSTRIL CAM. To be fair, Harold's nostrils were very shocked and distressed.

BTW, Logan Pierce, you are a billionaire. I think you can afford to keep an epipen handy in case you're inadvertently exposed to something you know you're allergic to. (We are leaving alone the fact that ANAPHYLAXIS TREATMENT DOES NOT WORK LIKE THAT.)

'Identity Crisis': Finch on E was not as horrible as I feared. They left him more of his dignity than I expected. More than Fusco has unmedicated. Poor Fusco. I was starting to feel sorry for him, and then he handed a computer to Harold Finch right after he set the sirens off. I particularly liked the scene where suddenly everyone onscreen was occluded by a large, loud tortoiseshell cat. She does that so much she should have her own IMDB page.

Games
For convoluted reasons, this is [tumblr.com profile] leupagus's fault, because of the Violent Amoral Unicorn of Justice thing. It got me thinking about Nethack unicorns and POI characters (from a paragraph of sleep deprived babble I've deleted from this post before posting: "do not sacrifice Root or Shaw or Reese on a cross-aligned altar.") And then:

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Finch the Evoker          St:10 Dx:14 Co:15 In:18 Wi:9 Ch:9  Neutral
Dlvl:1  $:0  HP:11(12) Pw:6(6) AC:9  Xp:1/0 T:6


As you can see, his Int is as high as it can be at the start of a game, but his Con, Str, and Dex are only so-so, and his Wis and Cha are really poor. The f is called Reese, because of Reesons.

Finch the Evoker was killed on level 1 by a sewer rat shortly following a magical explosion... or did he fake his death? I hate playing wizards. I think I might play Shaw the Barbarian next.

Music

Papa Wemba, Molokai. I felt like some Congolese rhumba music. Because I've never listened to Congolese rhumba music, and it sounded cheerful. It was cheerful. Would listen again.

Podcasts
Galactic Suburbia in the car. Finished listening to the 9th July episode. Still to listen to: 29th May, 11th June, 26th July. A lot of podcasts I'm subscribed to, I just delete episodes I don't get around to. This one I keep for later because of the recommendations.

Crafts

Knitting.

Food

Made beef stew again, this time with tomatoes and carrots, less pepper, more garlic. It was heavenly. Made it twice.

Other

Tarot reading. The question I focused on was "what should I do right now?" The cards said I'm feeling uncreative and lack confidence, shouldn't take on too much, am in danger of overload, and (depending on how I interpret the Seven of Cups in this context) either should go ahead and numb out with fanfic so long as I don't overdo it, or should cultivate the art of daydreaming about the future to bolster up my creativity and belief in my own capability and insight into what I want to do next.

Tarot is weird. It can't give you any information or insight that wasn't already in your mind to begin with, but it sure can pull things out of the back of the sock drawer that were there but weren't what you were concentrating on right now. I was not expecting creativity and the power of daydreaming to be a Thing, even though hello, horribly stalled on novel in progress because afraid, and also stalled on job search because no fucking idea what sort of work I want to do or am capable of. I'd actually been expecting the answer to "what should I do right now?" to be whatever card translates to "you should clean the dishes and vacuum the carpet."

Bonus Beatrice picture
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Last night I spent some time hitting random xkcd comics to calm down before bed. And I discovered that when you hover over xkcd 609 to get the hovertext, the image turns out to be a link. To TVTropes.

And that's how I stayed up until 7:54am on a day when I had to leave for therapy at 2pm.[*]

But at least I learned how to say "Only joking. Not really. Are we still friends?" in Lojban.

[*] Not really. There was also the knitting. And the fanfic. And a POI episode. And planning the week ahead. And the three hours cooking meals for the next two days. And the supermarket trip to buy the groceries for that cooking. And writing in my paper journal. And lurking on IRC and getting my Dreamhack set up again so I can get back to dev. TVTropes is for amateur procrastinators.
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Dear DuckDuckGo, sometimes you worry me. Like when I type "blood pressure", and before I can add "cuff", the phrase "blood pressure cooker" pops up.
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Books
Read Lia Silver's Laura's Wolf. It is very fine winter reading. I loved sitting in a nest of blankets with a heat pack, a cat, and a cup of lapsang souchong, with a stew cooking in the oven, in Melbourne winter weather, reading about the heroine in a hut in Yosemite, snowed in with the electricity out and her only companion an injured werewolf.

I kind of want to read the urban fantasy romance where in order to survive the werecat's bite, the heroine has to find her inner cat and transform. LICK YOUR BUTT. SCRATCH THE FURNITURE. PRODUCE A HAIRBALL. DRAPE YOURSELF DECORATIVELY, TAKING UP THREE QUARTERS OF A BED FIFTY TIMES YOUR SIZE. COME ON, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT, DON'T GIVE UP NOW.

Picked up Les Miserables again. Am now up to page 210 of 1194 (endnotes not included.) In another 54 pages, I'll reach the end of the first volume. This book is hard work, and I say that as someone who's read A Suitable Boy, Infinite Jest, War and Peace, Middlemarch, and the Bible cover to cover.

Fanworks

Read Carrying Dangerous Goods by [archiveofourown.org profile] novembersmith. It's a Gen Kill/Temeraire fusion. Ray/Brad. The pining/miscommunication plot got a little ridiculous by the end, and I like pining, but the details of how the Gen Kill characters fit into Temeraire's world were great.

TV and Movies

More Avengers Assemble: episode 5, 'Blood Feud'. Black Widow, who in Avengers Assemble only exists to be rescued, is bitten by Dracula. The highlight of this episode is of course Hulkula. But I'm not sure how much more sexism I can stand.

More POI. Watched 'Super' and 'Root Cause' and 'Blue Code' (in which the person of interest is Michael Hey It's That Guy Aronov.) So far I don't like canon Nathan as much as fanon Nathan, and I have difficulty understanding why Finch likes Nathan. Have developed a regrettable tendency to refer to Root as w00t. Still not as silly as what she calls herself. Finch clearly agrees with me on this. When she introduces herself on IRC, he makes this little disapproving motion with his mouth.

As far as Finch is concerned, a sensible way to pick your pseudonym would be:
#!/usr/bin/python
textfile = open('verylonglistofbirds.txt', 'r')
lines = textfile.readlines()
for line in lines:
   chunks = line.split()
   surname = chunks[0]
   print "Hello, my name is Harold " + surname + ". "

See? Much more practical than naming yourself after Australian slang for fucking the Unix superuser and base of filesystem.

(And yeah, I'm sure there's a better way to chomp /n in Python. Give me a break, I don't know any Python at all. I fudged that script from the one in this Python Pals puzzle.)

Games

Played Shisen Sho so much I got Tetris effect from it.

Crafts

More knitting.

Food

Made beef stew for the first time, using the cast iron casserole dish I got for Christmas. I didn't use a recipe so much as do a quick search for how much liquid, how hot an oven, and for how long, and then wing it. 1.3kg silverside beef, 2tbsp olive oil, 2c water, 1 green capsicum, salt, cracked black pepper, crushed garlic, dried rosemary and oregano. Preheat oven to 160'C, chop beef into ~1in cubes (trimming the silvery bit and giving a little bit to a very appreciative cat), place in cast iron casserole dish with all ingredients except capsicum, stir, cover with lid, cook for 1 hour. Roughly chop capsicum and add (next time I'll add it later.) Cook for another hour, check. It's still not soft enough, and there's too much liquid, so turn the heat up to 180'C and cook for a third hour. Makes five servings. Result was very good, although next time I'll use less pepper, and maybe some wine or stock or tomatoes or something to replace some or all of the water. But as a proof of concept, it worked just fine.

Bought a new cooking knife for the first time in like ten years. Such an improvement.
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Have you sat your cat down and raised the possibility with them that they are a cat? Some cats may lack insight into their condition, and need to be gently brought to an understanding of it. Other cats may have already had their suspicions, and would appreciate affirmation from you on this point. Follow-up is also very important, as many cats will have further questions, and most will need reinforcement on the main concepts.
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The more I know about people, the more I like my cat.

Ironically, she likes people much better than I do. (She does spend less time reading about science fiction conventions and their safety procedures.)
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That it is possible to purr grumpily.
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Trying to get back in the rhythm of doing this on Wednesday, not some other day.

Books

Finished listening to Charles Dickens' The Pickwick Papers (Blackstone Audio, read by Simon Prebble.) Thing I had not realised until right now, reading the Wikipedia page: this was his first novel, and he was only 25 when he finished it. I'm a little more inclined to forgive some of the sentiment and some of the bad taste jokes now that I know that.

Dickens is one of those authors I have difficulty thinking of as ever having been young. When he sermonises about how old and tired Pickwick is but how much he loves to see the young people being happy and this has always been his greatest pleasure in life (Pickwick never having been young himself, presumably) I had thought this was Dickens writing sentimental glurge contrary to his own experience either because it sells well or because he's buying his own line of tripe. But nope, it sounds like he hadn't had the experience yet himself, and was romanticising about an old age far ahead of him. I feel better knowing that.

(Which is not that he probably didn't feel at least a hundred years old by then - I am not discounting his early life. David Copperfield has more about the workhouse and child labour stuff, but Pickwick has plenty of debtor's prison stuff informed directly by Dickens' father's experiences.)

Read Jo Walton's My Real Children all in one long gulp from start to finish this afternoon. 89-year-old woman with severe dementia keeps switching between two timelines: they diverged when she was 23 and her fiance told her they had to get married now or never. I loved the two narratives of Patricia's life, they were wonderful, I loved the alternate history. I felt the writing was very spare and tell-not-show, but it seemed deliberately so, and it worked as a narrative choice, the more so because there was so much ground to cover (66 years, twice.) But I hated the ending.

Some content notes for My Real Children, because some people might want them: thyroid cancer, dementia (probably Alzheimer's, but that's not stated), partner abuse, child abuse, suicide, a mental illness thing I'll mention under spoiler cut, and some very, very upsetting stuff about end of life and disability and elder rights. (Not necessarily in an "the author fucked it up" way, but definitely in a "potentially really triggering" way.) Spoilers for the ending after the cut:

spoilers, mental illness talk )

Fanworks

Read Anamnesis, by [archiveofourown.org profile] linman. Vorkosiverse, the events of Memory from Simon's POV. AMAZING. In particular, Lady Alys was really well written - there was everything I dislike about her and everything that makes her a great character and endearing to the characters who do like her.
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Aimee Mann's 'Frankenstein'. Person of Interest. Nathan/Harold. Canon-compliant.

Why yes, I'm aware of the theory that vids should be set to songs that suit the canon aesthetic, or which the characters involved would listen to or like. I just don't subscribe to it.

I'm not sure who this imaginary vid is meaner to, Finch or the Machine.

Here's the first verse:

"I don't know you from Adam, it could make my day
If you leave me a message I'll give it away
'Cause the most perfect strangers that you can talk to
Are the ones who pretend that you're not really you."
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Books
Read Cathy Park Hong's Engine Empire. Was reminded how someone or other said that operatic plots are not sensible because when people are feeling sensible they do not burst into song. I think maybe when Cathy Park Hong is not feeling bleak and stark, she does not write poems.

Which is not to say I didn't like it. Sharp and smart and poignant and really skillful with language.

Pickwick Papers: in the home stretch. Which is to say, I have about 5 hours of audio left, out of a total of 30. And it's a week overdue at the library after I already renewed it as many times as I could.

Fanworks
Reread [archiveofourown.org profile] lalaietha's your blue-eyed boys (Marvel, Steve/Bucky.)

Re-watched [archiveofourown.org profile] isagel's vid Skeleton Key (POI, Root), which captures many of the things I like best about Root, her ruthless self-sufficiency, her refusal to be pitied.

Unexpected WIP I got sucked into reading and then hooked on: Weeds, by [archiveofourown.org profile] Dien. POI, AU, Finch/Reese/Fusco, on the premise that Finch and Reese advertised for a houseboy, and Fusco (who never met them and is just out of prison, having taken the fall for HR) didn't know what all the acronyms meant and thought it was just yard work, cleaning, and dog-walking. So yeah, crackfic, but hilarious and surprisingly moving crackfic. As I said, WIP, but it's been updated recently.

TV and Movies
Another three episodes of Person of Interest. Am I supposed to find it hilarious every time Reese does something cartoonishly violent or lawless for the greater public good, or every time Finch tries to explain to a person of interest how they should overcome their trust issues and not hide from people? Because I do.

If I ever write fic in this fandom, at least one of my stories will include a really furious argument between Finch and Root on the subject of structural and systematic violence, and how the Machine is programmed only to prevent unexpected deaths, not deaths that are business as usual.

Music
Tracy Grammer, Flower of Avalon. I'm going to have 'Gypsy Rose' stuck in my head for the rest of my fucking LIFE, and it's not anywhere near my favourite song on that album. (My favourite songs on that album are 'Hey Ho' and 'Preston Miller'.)

Perfume
"In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid - troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours"
- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land.

Guerlain's Jicky, reviewed here.
Knize Ten, reviewedhere.

Crafts
Another few squares of the mitred square blanket, while watching POI and while having dinner with [personal profile] fasangel and [personal profile] mills_23. And then I brought the Pickwick Papers CDs in from the car and knit some more while listening to them with a warm, heavy cat on me.

Other
My desktop upgrade is nearly finished.

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Bonus Beatrice photo: she expresses her opinion on various subjects.

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I'm listening to NPR's 'Ask Me Another'.

Jonathan Coulton is playing theme songs for the quiz show contestants to guess. He says "To make it extra climactic, we're gonna have ________ play this one."

I know that the guests that week were They Might Be Giants, so what he said is that he's going to have They Might Be Giants play this one. I KNOW THIS.

But I still hear "To make it extra climactic, we're gonna have my vagina play this one."
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Opening notes: Alcohol! Marzipan! Kerosene!

Drydown commences: DID WE MENTION KEROSENE? Also some blown-out birthday candles. Plus more marzipan, and this sweet, light floral note I can't place. Trashcan fire in springtime. Much kerosene, wow. And just a hint of My Little Pony plastic, my old friend. And cordite? Is that what cordite smells like? I don't think I've ever smelled it, but it's what I imagine cordite to smell like.

It is amazing how very industrial this perfume is WITHOUT fucking me up. My nose and throat do not have a burning sensation, and I don't feel woozy, and I don't have a headache, mild or otherwise. Whatever compounds have those effects on me, this perfume does not contain them.

Further along the drydown process, burned plastic/paint/other things that should not be burned, after the fire went out and it all cooled down. Burning rubber. There is something complicated going on here, a bunch of different but related 'industrial' scents that I can identify as being different from each other but can't tease out and name individually. And the faintest whiff of citrus. And salt, like sweat from the heat of whatever's burning.

And then I started getting vanilla. Really faintly, but sweet. I'm told this is a leather perfume, but if I smell leather at all, it's leather that's buried in cigarette smoke.

I love it. It is very much what I hoped Bulgari Black would be like. I wouldn't want to wear it all the time, but it's definitely nice to meet and spend some time with.

I'm trying to think what character this perfume represents, and I'm actually imagining Jenny Sparks. Or Katina Choovanski. Or Laura Cadman, or Sam Carter. A cheerfully violent woman with a love of explosives, fun to be around. Gleeful. Yes: Cadman. The smoke stings your eyes as you stand beside her, and you notice that her eyes are watering too, and her face is red from the blast, and you can't hear her laughter over the ringing in your ears, but there's no hiding the grin on her face, or her triumph at timing the detonation just right.
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Not scandalously filthy on me.

Fresh lavender and dried lavender and a bit of talcum powder and a bit of not totally clean butt, not in a suggestive or shocking way, just someone you're close enough to that you'd help them wipe their butt if that was what they needed. Or it's your own butt. Matter of fact, not ooh la la or ha ha bottoms. Mainly just lavender, though. Smells like your grandma, but not if your grandma is Madame Armfeldt.

Also, my skin eats this. Very little throw, and it wears off very quickly, leaving just a faint hint of lavender and powder, like where your grandma kissed your cheek. On your face.
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Books
Finished Ancillary Justice. The best book I've read (or will read, probably) this year. I haven't read the other Hugo best novel nominees, but if this doesn't win it'll be a crime.

The politics are so fucking smart and hard and complicated and painful. The worldbuilding is so good. And the characters... I'm going to stop here before I just end up writing hearts around them.

The gender politics... again, smart, hard, complicated, and painful. Because Leckie went and took the situation that I sometimes long for (gender characteristics have no social importance; there is no social meaning attached to whether a person presents as what here in 2014 in this world) would be considered 'male' or 'female' ways, from sex acts to dress to mannerisms to bodies to reproduction; everyone uses one pronoun set) and shows just how much an artifact of privilege that particular fantasy would work out to be in practice.

Crafts
Practised my knotting skills. By which I mean, I have an app on my phone with step by step instructions on how to tie rope into various types of knots, and I'm doing that. Just in case you thought I meant anything else.

Other
Tripped and fell back into Khan Academy. Spent... well, spent more than five hours on it in a space of three days. I now remember how to divide 32 into 4342 without a calculator, and also why I wouldn't want to.

I haven't enjoyed maths this much since I was 9 years old and would sit by myself for hours doing simple multiplication problems over and over for fun, and got ridiculously mad in maths class if the teacher wanted us to do more "exciting" projects instead of letting us just work through the problems in the book. Supid boring milk carton castle, GIVE ME BACK MY WORKBOOK. >:| (If this had been in the year 2009 and I hadn't already been diagnosed with Asperger's by then, that would probably have been when. But it was 1989, so my teacher just got her feelings hurt.)

Cat Toys

Beatrice is working on her aerial pirouette. If she's in exactly the right mood, and I throw the pompom just right, she leaps up and spins in mid-air to catch it. Seven years old and finally developing an interest in ballet.
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Or does it drive anyone else crazy that in coordinate geometry, when you write (0, 1), x is the number on the left, and y is the number on the right, but when you're plotting it on a graph (and using positive numbers) the y axis label is written to the left of the x axis?
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Boom!
Ignition! An Informal History of Liquid Rocket Propellants, by John D. Clarke. The full 1972 out of print book, as a pdf.

Not So Much Competence Kink As Competence Tentacle Porn
The Competent Eldritch Horror

Fiction
Rachel Swirsky, 'If You Were A Dinosaur, My Love'

Games
Cards Against Humanity creator apologises for transphobic card, among other cards, like the date rape one ("It's embarrassing to me that there was a time in my life that that was funny," Temkin said,) embraces punching up, not down. I really hope this applies to the disability and race cards too, because some of them are very shitty.

Medical Linguistics
The nomenclature of monoclonal antibodies. There's a pattern to it!

Detention
Kasarani Concentration Camp: A Global Issue, by Sofia Samatar.

Abuse
A PDF copy of Lundy Bancroft's Why Does He Do That?

Depressingness
The Internet With A Human Face

Adventures in Meat
Ellen Klages: The Scary Ham

Animals
Peacock Spider Dances To YMCA (hattip: [personal profile] azurelunatic)
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The Goffindors. A pack of brave, loyal, reckless, mostly Muggle-born witches and wizards who prefer black and purple to red and gold, do not think their schooldays were the best days of their lives, and like to blow smoke animals with their clove cigarettes, and heckle ghosts for being insufficiently scary.

Hufflepuff_Fail_Anon: an anonymous gossip and discussion scroll that any witch or wizard (regardless of House affiliation) can contribute to, circulated by owl, whose initial focus was on unmasking a perceived 'cult of nice' in Hufflepuff Hogwarts graduates and current students. The result was entirely predictable, in hindsight. Still more compelling and informative than the Prophet.

Adult Ravenclaws Anonymous, a support group drawing on the concept of Adult Gifted, founded by a Muggle-born Ravenclaw whose parents were psychologists. Not actually a 12-step recovery group, despite the name. But they are anonymous, because OH MY GOD, WHAT WOULD MY PARENTS SAY IF THEY KNEW? Informally referred to as The Burnouts.

Union of Socialist Slytherin Republicans: widely regarded as a terrorist organisation, they are actually anti-monarchist, anti-fascist, anti-capitalist, pro-union, pro-magical species equality, pro-worker's revolution, and hands-down the most vicious, cutthroat den of political infighting, backstabbing, and factionalism that you have ever seen... except for Hufflepuff_Fail_Anon.
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I am mad at the planet and want to destroy it by eating it all up. All of it.

My current plan:
- put on warmer clothes
- go buy the tiny screws I need to finish upgrading my desktop (fingers crossed that I don't need another unanticipated component and have to delay it again)
- also buy a heating pad for Beatrice, she looks nearly as miserable as I am
- then go outside and spend some time in nature, even though it is fucking cold, because clearly I need to adjust my sense of proportion right now.
- go buy some dim sims and potato cakes and maybe some sort of burger, as a planet surrogate
- email committee person I have to email about the thing I didn't know I had the power to do let alone the responsibility and now suddenly have to do by tomorrow
- do a load of laundry
- finish upgrading desktop
- fill out online application form for Victorian Greens volunteers re coming state election
- shit out at least another 1000 words of the fucking novel
- finish reading Ancillary Justice
- set alarm for early morning, go to bed early
- tomorrow, after chook group, phone foster coordinator and tell them my foot's better and I'm available for kitten duties again.

Then reassess desire to devour the planet.
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When I'm confronted with the prime minister's smirking face on Facebook (which I read on my phone app, so there isn't an extension to block his image) and go AUGH and put the phone down, and there's my cat presenting her anus for me to admire. Yes, much better. Not the prettiest part of my cat, but so much better than what I was looking at right before that.
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Books
Reading Ancillary Justice. This book is very sharp and pointy. I like that in a book.

Started The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks.

Still listening to Embarrassment Squickwick. If secondhand embarrassment could cause burns, I would have been a charred wreck after Sam's valentine.

Fanworks
Read [personal profile] st_aurafina's Ride a White Horse, an XMFC/Valdemar fusion. Xavier is a Companion, Erik is his Chosen, Raven is a Changechild. It was delightfully horsey in a way that doesn't come through enough in Lackey, and I liked the relationships and the worldbuilding. But like I told [personal profile] st_aurafina, Erik brings his own magnetic field effect with him, charging everything to the bleak pole of the fandom. Even Valdemar.

Read The Warrior Prince of York, by [archiveofourown.org profile] azar, a POI/Black Jewels fusion fic. It worked really well. My only complaint is that it was not as fucked up and horrifying as it could have been.

Read various other Finch/Reese and Root/Shaw fics.

Spent some time reading the Person of Interest wiki. Why I love fandom, in two successive dot points from the article on Finch:

- His phone number or some other form of numeric identification is located in the first 3000 digits of Pi. ("2πR")
- Harold has a voicemail box number @ (917)-285-7362. Note this is not in the first 3000 digits of PI.

TV and Movies

Watched epic-for-me quantities of Person of Interest (for a normal person, probably just a normal amount of television.) Am unfortunately unable to take this show seriously: the melodrama makes me giggle too much. The fanfic, yes, those are some epic feels; but the show is pure ridiculousness, with little nuggets of brown sugar chocolate chip cookie dough angst stirred through (hmm, I seem to be craving Ben & Jerry's), but not in enough quantity to overwhelm. That's a good thing right now, actually. I don't have enough energy for SRS BUSINESS tv shows.

Also watched some more of the Trondheim - Bodø (Summer) Nordland Line Cab Ride Norway, which I'm working through a little bit at a time. I forget if I've mentioned this here yet. It's a train video. There are lots of them like it, and I'm going to watch more of them once I've finished this one. They put a camera in the front of the train for the whole trip, nearly ten hours of it, so it's a train's eye view of the route. No dialogue at all, no people except the occasional pedestrian walking over rail bridges or standing at stations. Just train sounds and beautiful scenery. There are four complete videos of this particular line, one for each season. I'm watching the summer one. So much heather. And mountains, coast, forest, tunnels, rocks. But mainly it's just very soothing.

Music
The Frozen soundtrack.

Podcasts
Listened to the radio drama episode of This American Life, which is an operatic and musical spectacular . I feel like my whole life to date has prepared me to listen to the first act of this. "Hallo, ich bin in einem Schrank gefangen!" *falls about laughing*

Perfume
Needed a hug, so dabbed on some Gris Claire.

Crafts
Made a birthday card and envelope for [personal profile] fasangel. For a value of 'made' that just means I took a page from an old calendar, trimmed it, and pasted it onto a piece of card, and took another old calendar page for the envelope and traced around an unfolded envelope, cut it out, and pasted it.

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