La-la-la ... thunk!

Sep. 22nd, 2017 11:33 pm[personal profile] helenkacan
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So the la-la-la is easy. I finally got to watch the M/M couple Matthew Bourne version of "Swan Lake". I just wish my sight had been a bit better, though I did really ... um ... appreciate the sculptured muscles and torso of the mostly usually topless Swan. Mmmhmm. But it was aggravating to have to watch transposed movements still set to the original music while trying to figure out the details of the story. A lot of Oedipal stuff with Queen Mommy, I figured.

So, why the thunk? Well, I woke up at (stupid) 4:01 a.m. Decided to stay up reading so I could make my ride bookings at 5:00. After that, I stayed up for another 55 minutes before crawling back into bed. By some miracle, I managed to sleep again, waking up at 8:16. Hey, that's almost a really good sleep.

Obviously, watched the ballet after SuM and S left for several hours, so I could blast the music. In the afternoon, I rewatched this week's socially-relevant epi of The Orville. Reading many comments on the show's FB page. Scratching my head over the clueless ones who think the episode was anti-woman???!!! Sigh.

Didn't intend to, but did doze off, waking up at 6:17. So I restarted the news, then watched my game shows. Sent e-mails to Brian and to my sis RS. Also had a call from my friend Kurt (who timed it perfectly for after the ballet). The last two were regarding Thanksgiving Dinner at the church which - alas - will be held the day before. Oy.

Anyway, I think I'm off to bed. I'll have to wake up early again tomorrow for ride booking. Story of my life.
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Me today -- these of course are Pallas or Manul cats.
https://www.boredpanda.com/pallas-cat-manul-funny-face-expressive/

Pallas cat

More of them and as the day wore on-- please note no dead bodies resulted


Pallas cat 2
Pallas cat 3
Pallas cat4
Pallas cat 5
Pallas cat 6
Pallas cat 7
Pallas 8
Pallas cat 8

Sleep, glorious sleep.

Sep. 21st, 2017 11:23 pm[personal profile] helenkacan
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After a false start (no, I did not want to wake up before 7), I surprised myself by falling back to sleep rather easily. I guess the fact that there was no pain tearing through my fingers (and other parts of the body) helped. I was in the middle of a strange dream (aren't they all?) when I woke up at 10:44. Wow. That was just so fulfilling.

As for the dream, well, I'd arranged to meet my dentist (the one I had in my 20s and 30s) at the subway station when I lived in the hoity-toity part of the city. We entered the first car (where the driver was) and sat down on the closest parallel bench so that he could examine my ear! Yeah, I know it doesn't make any sense. We were heading southbound, which would loop around and return us to the major thoroughfare just half a mile from where we started. While he was examining me, I mentioned that I'd never been off the continent at which point the driver (who just happened to be an old friend from church who currently lives in Ottawa) stuck his head out from his booth to mock me and my limited voyages. And then I woke up. Well, at least it was entertaining.

Back in more conventional entertainment, I caught up on my TV from last night, watching the finale of MasterChef. No, I wasn't pleased with the result. Sigh. Tonight's epi of The Orville was sad. Considering the subject matter, I was also saddened to read some of the brutal and unsympathetic comments on the show's FB page. Sigh again. I think I'm going to go read for a little while to clear my mind (even though my sight is especially fuzzy tonight). Sigh times three.
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Master list --- http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1302810.html

Pumpernickel & Silas McKenny - cousin of Fern


The Club


Title: Of course one meets at a club
Follows from: Part 9 - Enter Silas & Part 10 - Pumpernickel
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1378

He had no idea why he found himself in a bar. Perhaps like a bug, he’d been drawn to the golden lights, a thin smile curved his lips at his whimsy. ‘Hopefully there’s no bug zapper, though,’ he paused to consider, ‘ then again that might be interesting. Exciting anyway.’ A familiar tingling traveled up and down his spine, something he hadn’t felt in a while. Someone compatible, at least for now, available and interesting had set off his awareness-dar.

Casually Silas glanced around, scanning the others who’d also been attracted to the music, lights and potential hook ups. A hand smoothed over his ass, fingers tracing down the seam of his pants until they cupped up between his legs the center ones separating and supporting his ass and longer finger in the middle pressing up behind his balls. That definitely got his attention which hardened in interest. So demon… probably. Only a demon would be so capitably forward, and that middle finger was stroking back and forth where it was situated. There was no one physically there but … there was.
“Fucking ass demon.” Read more... )
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So, what's the what? Well, SuM, S and I just had a House Dinner & Movie Night. First, for dinner we had grilled Teriyaki chicken, green beans, roasted 'taters, sliced zucchini. Then we had my bourbon pecan tarts and Hypnotiq for dessert as we watched "Freeheld", based on a true story from last decade of a dying NJ cop who wanted to transfer her pension to her partner (with whom she had a Domestic Partnership). Naturally, the council (a bunch of dicks!) were very sad she was dying, but wouldn't transfer the pension (because they thought gay people were icky, dontchaknow), which would have meant the partner couldn't afford to keep their house (and its memories). Only the cop's work partner supported her; but, at the end, a whole bunch of cops showed up at the town council meeting where they reversed the decision. So, yeah, lots of being all choked up and crying. There's also a documentary, so we'll try to watch that in the next couple of days.

Now, why no pain? Because church-John came a-calling (texting me while I was in the shower ... and he was already parked outside without my knowledge!). After I got dressed, we took my new coat to the cleaners to get my sleeves shortened. When I got back home, I took two pain pills, swallowed down by Coke. Oh, feeling much better.

Anyway, much better than this morning, when I'd woken up at 4:11 a.m. (from the pain lancing through my fingers). So I decided to read and actually finished the book which ended up being horror/crime/mystery/child abuse/sociopathic siblings. Uh ... yeah. So not pleasant, even if it was gripping. After I finished, I returned to reading the engrossing God book by Sawyer. Much saner. I think I'll read a bit more before bed. Then keep my fingers crossed for better sleep, too.

Quilt - Summer Camp

Sep. 20th, 2017 08:08 pm[personal profile] charisstoma
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Log-cabin inspired Summer Camp Quilt





https://www.missouriquiltco.com/land/tutorials/summer-camp-quilt/assets/summer-camp.pdf

62" x 78" 6 blocks by 8 blocks

1 roll 2 1/2" strips
1 yd background fabric & includes inner border
3/4 yd complementary fabric
1 1/4 yd border fabric = 5 1/2" wide strip outer border
4 3/4 yd backing fabric

Sew 6 sets
10" squares of background and complementary fabrics
Draw lines from corner to corner in X pattern
Sew on either side of these lines.
Cut in half from center of side to other center of side.
Repeat this for the perpendicular sides.
Then cut on drawn lines from corners to corners.
= 8 half squares that are 4 1/2" X 4 1/2"
Square them up.

Sew a strip along side of half square that is colored, trim off excess. Short strip
Sew another strip along other of half square colored side. Long strip
Equals square.

Repeat this; short strip then long strip to form square with half square block in one corner.

Spells of Magic

Sep. 20th, 2017 07:40 pm[personal profile] charisstoma
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Title: Spells of Magic
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 193

Books surrounded her in neat piles, inside the ebook reader on the table beside her, and on the internet itself accessed through her laptop. All these stories, each begging to have their words read, to resonate inside her mind and each was more captivating than the last before being interrupted as another captured her attention in its turn. Yet still below the surface the unfinished stories tugged irritatingly for her to finish absorbing them.

“Tomorrow,” she told them, “tomorrow I’ll finish reading you. Really. I will.”

The television’s seductive song drew her attention. So many stories there too but more immediate, more important, for the feeling was if you missed even a moment it would be gone, its story unable to be recaptured.

A feeling welled inside, ‘I too have a story’ and her fingers moved over the keyboard; the letters appearing one by one, word by word upon the grey backed whiteness of the page. And for a while, all the other stories were pushed away as she created her own world and characters; her own story. It wasn’t real. But it was beautiful and it went where she guided it… usually.
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Today did not start off well. I didn't sleep particularly well last night; tossed and turned, couldn't get comfy, too hot, too cold... I felt very sluggish and not-rested this morning. It made me late for work, only by like 2-3 minutes but just enough that I felt like I was playing catch-up all day.

I had a fairly productive evening. I got another load of laundry done and did a sinkful of dishes. I went to the gym and did another 2 miles on the treadmill, although I upped my walking pace some and it really made a difference in how much of a workout I felt I got. I read somewhere that to get a really good cardio workout you should aim to walk a mile in 15 minutes, so I set the treadmill to 4mph. I was definitely struggling the last 1/3 of a mile - my legs were aching, I was sweating and panting but I did it. And I felt really fucking awesome.

I did my ESTA Visa Waiver application for my Christmas trip to the states and got instant approval. Yay, the US is planning on letting me in. Wonder if I'll once again get selected for all the extra screening - I've never not been one of the 'random' selections. I think it's the disabled female travelling alone thing. Ugh!

I have thinky thoughts for another day about my use of crutches/wheelchair on bad days vs my using the gym right now on good days. I know there's a difference between working on my fitness and my continued ability to function, between good day and bad days but there's weird fraud-y feelings bubbling around that I can't quite put words to just yet.

This evening I've watched Somewhere Between 1x03 and 1x04, tried and discarded the pilot of Doctor Doctor and watched 12x13 of Supernatural.

Book- A Wizard's Dozen

Sep. 20th, 2017 01:06 pm[personal profile] charisstoma
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Excerpt from "A Wizard's Dozen: Stories of the Fantastic" edited by Michael Stearns

https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51uuylmvGlL._SX340_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg

wizard's dozen
1. any magical number from eleven to fifteen
2. the charmed numeral that gives a wizard's spell its power
3. the number of teachers at a wizards' school



What is a wizard?

A wizard is a mage, a wonder maker, a person who injects a jolt of the marvelous into the everyday. There are wizards everywhere, though these days they've traded in their magic shops and their spellbooks for libraries and storybooks. Today's wizards wield paintbrushes or pens or typewriters or computers instead of wands.

...Mage --- image --- imagination.
That is enough for any wizard.



..... Or is it?
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It just didn't work out. So perhaps tomorrow or Thursday.

I had a mostly utilitarian day. Woke up a few minutes before the (horrible) alarm at 7:00. Booked my rides for next week. Hung out on the computer. Exchanged e-mails with my sis RS about a family reunion on Thanksgiving Saturday. Yay, she's in. By the time the afternoon rolled around, I was zonked. Did my customary dozing off during the news (also earlier, with the Nature music channel on). Managed to get through the game shows and snorfled at the Jeopardy! Final: "Crown Royal" or "Royal Crown". Sooooo easy. Did another rewatch of this week's The Orville just because it puts me in a good mood.

Read my weird book for a while and I think I'll be returning to it. And then I'm hoping to get in some more good sleep tonight. ::crosses fingers::
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I was told in work today that I seemed more like myself today. I did feel brighter this morning but oh boy did I crash this afternoon. Half-way through this afternoon I was just done with the day and wanted it all to go away, was fed up of whiney suppliers and stupid questions. Suppliers chasing an invoice that was cancelled by a full credit in 2012, chasing an invoice that was paid in May. Facilities boss giving me half the info I need to give him an answer.

I've had a semi-productive evening. I did a load of laundry, I did a sink of dishes. I made my packup for tomorrow and I had a culinary failure. My roast potatoes were still uncooked in the middle and my sausages were burned. So that worked out well. I just ended up with some spaghetti and some steamed vegetables. Not exactly exciting or tasty but it was edible.

I did however then binge and eat all the chocolate and cake that was in the house *sigh* Bad Cassie, not going to lose weight doing that. Admittedly it did make me feel a little better. Yay sugar high.

TV wise this evening I have watched the 1x02 of Outlander, the 1x02 of Liar and 1x05-1x06 of Midnight.
Outlander I've been meaning to watch for a while. Everyone talks about it and since it's available on Amazon prime... Clare is gorgeous and I love her voice. I can see why everyone loves Jamie. It's filmed beautifully. The first book is now on my to-read list.
Liar is an ITV drama about a woman who's accused a guy of rape and how it's affecting both their lives. Very powerful stuff but also filmed in a really nice way. Also, Ioan Gruffud
Midnight Texas is LOVE. Also, I was very gleeful that Christopher Heyerdahl was in it. I adore Lem and want to do nasty dirty things to Fiji! You also should have seen my reaction to Joe's Angel wings! <3

OH... HOLY MOTHER OF HE JUST GOT HIS WINGS OUT AGAIN. I MAY NEED A MOMENT TO WHIMPER AND WIBBLE AND RECOVER. FUCK ME SIDEWAYS.

Right.. now, where was I?

I've just started reading the first of the books that, I'm about 50 pages in. Some of the characters are very different - Lem and Manfred physical descriptions especially and I much prefer Lem in the show but I wish Manfred had all the tattoos and piercings he does in the book. But I'm enjoying it so far. I was nervous about it when I realised it was by Charlaine Harris because I wasn't a fan of the Sookie Stackhouse books. It also blew m mind that she wrote the Aurora Teagarden mysteries which I love the movies on Hallmark. I'll be getting the next Midnight two books on payday, they're still on offer on Amazon which is even better and I might see if the Aurora Teagarden ones aren't too expensive.
That 'no buying books' things is doing really well hahaha

Oh! Speaking of Christopher Heyerdahl, it was his birthday yesterday. I tweeted him and he liked my tweet. Happy fangirl was happy.
And seriously, is there anything that man hasn't been in?

My phone is telling me to 'TAKE YOUR FUCKING MEDS' which is my cue to head upstairs when this has finished, take my meds, and start winding down for the evening. Listen to some music and read a little more before turning in.

Let's hope for another good day tomorrow.

Book - The Veil

Sep. 19th, 2017 10:42 am[personal profile] charisstoma
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book- the Veil

Object Lessons is a series of short, beautifully designed books about the hidden lives of ordinary things.

The veil can be an instrument of feminist empowerment, and veiled anonymity can confer power to women. Starting from her own marriage ceremony at which she first wore a full veil, Rafia Zakaria examines how veils do more than they get credit for.

Part memoir and part philosophical investigation, Veil questions that what is seen is always good and free, and that what is veiled can only signal servility and subterfuge. From personal encounters with the veil in France (where it is banned) to Iran (where it is compulsory), Zakaria shows how the garment's reputation as a pre-modern relic is fraught and up for grabs. The veil is an object in constant transformation, whose myriad meanings challenge the absolute truths of patriarchy.

Veil by Rafia Zakaria is a powerful meditation on the most visible emblem of the Islamic faith, its symbolic impact upon Muslims and non-Muslims and the controversy surrounding variations of the veil, including the headscarf, hijab and burqa.

Zakaria, a journalist and author (The Upstairs Wife), informs readers that "there are no verses in the Holy Quran that specifically prescribe the veil for women," and yet Muslim women who choose not to veil are often judged harshly by other Muslims. Zakaria herself is subjected to "moral disciplining" by male colleagues when she attends an academic conference in Egypt without a headscarf. She talks of the "fissure created by the veil," quoting female scholars who reject the male-centric interpretations of religious doctrine that have led to the elevation of veiling as a requirement.

If not compulsory within Islam, why do women wear the veil? Zakaria recounts her experience in a hospital waiting room in Pakistan. As an unveiled but modestly dressed woman, she was subjected to constant attention by men in the waiting room, as though her uncovered state entitled them to stare at her every movement. She envied a fully veiled woman in the same room who did as she pleased; talking loudly on the phone, she drew no attention at all. The veil grants anonymity, and anonymity is its own form of empowerment, transforming a public space like a waiting room into a place of privacy.

According to Zakaria, the Western media is too preoccupied with the veil as an obstacle to women's independence, the burqa being the "ultimate yardstick of female oppression." She urges the reader to consider a woman's choice--her right--to veil or not veil as far more relevant, since it is only when women are at liberty to make that choice that they will be free. --Shahina Piyarali, writer and reviewer

I have a headache.

Sep. 18th, 2017 10:42 pm[personal profile] helenkacan
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Of course I do. After all, it's the day after. And that's usually a letdown. What isn't usual is actually having a headache. Oh, sure, sinus aches; and, since 2008, eye socket aches. But not pain in between the eyebrows. So I spent most of the day in bed, first zoning out and napping in the morning, then dispiritedly reading my very strange book. Watched the usual TV in the evening. Didn't communicate with anyone. OTOH, SuM brought me the all-male Swan Lake from the library (wonderful!) and we're going to have a movie night on Wednesday with another biographical movie. I figured I'd watch the ballet tomorrow as I'm sure the music will make me feel better. ::crosses fingers::

Depression is a bitch

Sep. 18th, 2017 06:44 pm[personal profile] badfalcon
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My Dreamwidth and Livejournal paid accounts have both expired. Boo. And I'm too broke right now to renew them. First world problems, I know.
Well, I'm not planning on renewing my LJ, not giving them anymore money but I have to work on narrowing down the icons because holycrap I had a love.
Dreamwidth I will definitely be renewing but that's going to have to wait til Friday when I get paid again. Of course, I'm actually going to have to start using my journals again.

I just.. I don't know. Never feel like I have anything to talk about. I work, I read, I watch too much TV. I go to the odd Raintown gig or sci-fi convention but mostly, I'm just boring as fuck. Every time I've opened up this 'post an entry' page lately, I've been feeling very depressed and I don't want to just talk about that, but at the same time, I hate that it's taking this away from me. I'm determined not to let it.

This evening I thumbed my nose at the depression and forced myself to the gym. I did a gentle 2 mile walk on the treadmill - not too fast, not too steep; just a steady gentle walk. I don't really feel like I had a big cardio workout but I really need to build my knee up to it. Right now it's screaming at me :(
But I figure any walk is a good walk, even if I didn't break out a sweat or anything.

Tomorrow's plan is to go to Tesco and grab a couple of frozen ready meals to have on work out days because there's no way in hell my knee is letting me cook. I'd planned on making chicken stirfry but standing to cook was a no-go after working out. So I'm sitting with it up and an ice-pack on it, eating some past and watching Chesapeake Shores.
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So, guess who showed up at church at 9:00 a.m.? Yup. I did. But, blondie, how could that be? You were supposed to be picked up at 9:00 a.m. Well, the driver decided to be twenty-four minutes early. As I was ready (and just relaxing at my computer), I went. Luckily, as it was a spectacular day weather-wise, I loved sitting outside in the shade of a really old tree and listening to the service. The music was really clear, the spoken parts less distinct.

The service was - as should be no surprise - amazing. Church-John surprised me with a prezzie, an issue of Playboar magazine. He said he'd given Ash a copy of Catmopolitan! He also gave me a double-thick Sharpie as mine were fading. It's a bit clumsy to hold even if it has twice the capacity. But ... no pain killers. He said he'd get them for me in a couple of days and then drive over. So I suggested we might go to the dry cleaner so I could get my new coat sleeves shortened.

After the service, while I was sitting outside waiting for my ride, the photographer asked if this would be a good time to photograph me. I agreed, even though it wasn't with her lights and equipment. I'm curious to see how the piccies turn out as they're for a special project. If they don't out, then we can try again. When I got home, I decided to treat myself first to sitting out on the back deck again. And, after a long sit-down, I finally went inside to work on my review. It didn't take long, but then I wasn't going through Every. Single. Minute!

With no news (stupid football), I had nothing to watch until The Orville which I'd already set to record. I dozed off but woke up just as it was starting. More juvenile humour, but also some really funny stuff. So, yes, I enjoyed it and will rewatch for stuff I missed.

Now I think it's time to crawl into bed and read my new library book. Nighty-night, all.

Doggerland

Sep. 17th, 2017 10:48 am[personal profile] charisstoma
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https://www.thevintagenews.com/2017/09/02/britains-atlantis-the-lost-world-at-the-bottom-of-the-north-sea/

map DoggerlandMap showing hypothetical extent of Doggerland (c. 10,000 BC), which provided a land bridge between Great Britain and continental Europe Author Max Naylor CC BY-SA 3.0


map Doggerland2The red line marks Dogger Bank, which is most likely a moraine formed in the Pleistocene

To the pleasure of any modern-day mudlark, it has turned out that the shorelines of the Thames make for a remarkable archaeological site. In recent years, the mudlarks of London have reported finding all different kinds of memorabilia and historical items, from shards of Roman pottery to shoes made during the Tudor era.

The interest in the London mudlarks’ initiative has grown so much that a Facebook page dedicated to sharing found items from the Thames riverbed has hit nearly 30,000 followers. However, it is not only rivers that make for a great treasury of lost pieces of history. It is also sea beds; such is the case with the North Sea.Read more... )

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