May 29th, 2025
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posted by [personal profile] azurelunatic at 04:39pm on 29/05/2025
A hundred years from now, chroma key colors are going to be considered unlucky to wear in a set of professions like newscasting, and nobody is going to quite realize why.
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posted by [personal profile] mousme at 07:04pm on 29/05/2025 under , ,

You’re getting a symbolic post from my phone, because I’m up to my eyeballs in packing and I will never get it done in time. 


The good news is that there is electricity and internet at the new place, so I will be able to provide an update tomorrow, although it will likely also be very short because I assume I will be absolutely wrecked by then.

Catch you on the flip side, friends!

Mood:: 'busy' busy
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posted by [personal profile] mousme at 10:14pm on 28/05/2025 under , ,
What the subject line says: 0/10, do not recommend.

We are 36 hours away from moving time, and we are still nowhere near ready, although we have made a lot of progress, thanks in great part to our friends who helped us to pack yesterday and today. Two of the three came back today, and between the four of us we got the main floor almost completely packed.

I have realized a few things during this process

1- Very few people know how to pack properly for a move.
2- KK is fucking terrible at packing.
3- KK has a very different definition of "finished" than I do. 

KK had the bright idea to pack up some of the packing supplies over the weekend, specifically the box cutters and markers, so that there was only one box cutter and one marker for the entire house. I may have lost my shit at her just a little bit when I found this out yesterday. I have no idea what she was thinking, and honestly neither does she. I also had to give her instructions on how to label boxes when I found that she had labelled all of the boxes she'd packed "desk stuff." Now, I don't care what she labels her own stuff, but I wasn't about to put up with poorly labelled boxes that we all know I am going to have to unpack.

I am grateful that she stayed to help pack up the downstairs, but she is very far behind on packing up her bedroom, as am I. At one point today she looked around the living room and declared us finished, and my jaw just about hit the floor, because there was loose stuff everywhere--at least three boxes' worth. I have no idea why she thought we were finished when we very clearly weren't.

Also, bless her socks, she is CONSTANTLY interrupting me when I'm packing, or when I'm doing anything at all. I can't get through a single box without her asking me to fetch her something or do something or answer a question, and it's driving me CRAZY. I have a hard enough time keeping my thoughts together without constant interruptions, and my patience has worn so thin that it is basically nonexistent so it's taking every ounce of my willpower not to constantly snap at her. She has a real knack for interrupting me right as I'm getting into a state of flow, too. I know that a huge part of this is just that I am very tired and very stressed, and under normal circumstances I wouldn't mind this nearly as much. Right now, though, it feels like trying to pack up the entire house with a very demanding pre-teen: old enough to be helpful, not old enough to do anything truly independently. She's also going through ALL of the boxes we bought to pack up both our bedrooms. I thought she was going to do a bit of a triage of her clothes and not keep everything, but apparently I was wrong. She is keeping it all, and God only knows where she thinks it's all going to fit. So tomorrow I will have to buy more boxes for my bedroom, because there will be none left.

In the meantime, I still have a lot of stuff to pack up in the basement, the entire cat room (books, office supplies, etc.), and my bedroom and bathroom. Tomorrow morning we're grabbing a small truck from U-Haul to bring as much stuff over there as possible that would be too fiddly or time-consuming for the movers to move on their own.

The plan is then for KK to stay at the house and wait for the internet service provider to come, and I just had a horrifying realization that we may not have electricity at the new house if the previous owners shut off their account the minute they moved. I completely forgot to contact the local electrical company to set up an account for us, so I just did that online, but it's very unlikely they will hook us up tomorrow. Fuck. At least we have a gas generator so we can at least power the fridge and freezers while we're there, but it's going to suck if we don't have electricity for however long it takes for us to get connected.

I am exhausted. I've been responsible for 90% of this move by default: switching all the service providers, dealing with all the mortgage paperwork, buying most of the packing supplies, making arrangements for the packing, and my brain isn't good for juggling that much information even on a good day, let alone after the past six weeks of hospitalized parents, Covid, night shifts at work, and everything else.

*pauses journal entry to go make a service request online*


Okay. I will ask KK to call them tomorrow while she's waiting at the house for the internet provider and see if they can rush the connection request. They already service the address, so hopefully it just means flipping a switch long-distance and doesn't require a technician come out. 


I want to go to bed because I can barely see straight, but if I do that instead of packing up the basement I don't know if I'll be able to get everything done. Fuckity fucking fuck.

In other news, Octavia and Juno had their dental surgery today, and it went very well and was very expensive. They are both tired but doing well and have already had food and the first dose of their antibiotics for the next four days.

Okay. Time to go feed and water the quail, and then, I don't know, I may go to bed and force myself to get up way earlier than I want to in order to get some packing done before I go to U-Haul. I didn't manage to get up early enough today, but tomorrow the panic may set in and help with getting up early, I don't know. Mostly I can't see straight, and I don't know that I have it in me to pack another box tonight.

Catch you on the flip side, friends!
Mood:: 'stressed' stressed
china_shop: Close-up of Da Qing looking conspiratorial (Guardian - Da Qing conspiratorial)
Title: softening
Fandom: Guardian (TV)
Rating: G-rated
Length: 1176 words
Notes: Many thanks to [personal profile] trobadora for beta. <3
Tags: Da Qing & Shen Wei, Shen Wei & Ye Zun, background Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe – Everyone Lives, Aftermath, Feelings, Cat Tribe Best Tribe
Summary: Da Qing curls up and assesses. He likes this lap, with its faint aroma of dark energy and its feeling of safety, but the thighs reveal a thrumming tension. If Da Qing doesn’t mend Shen Wei’s mood, his nap will surely be cut short.

softening )
May 28th, 2025
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posted by [personal profile] marthawells at 02:29pm on 28/05/2025 under
https://www.radiotimes.com/tv/sci-fi/david-dastmalchian-murderbot-dexter-resurrection-interview/

"Now I feel much more comfortable advocating for [what I need]. To give you an example, on the set of Murderbot, going to my directors and writers, the showrunners, Chris and Paul [Weitz], and saying, ‘I'm really sorry, but on Wednesday at 2pm - I know I'm on the schedule that day, but is there any way I could be in my trailer for 45 minutes to have a therapy session?' and them being so supportive and loving and saying, ‘Of course, we will get you a Wi-Fi booster,’ because we were out in the middle of nowhere.
May 27th, 2025
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posted by [personal profile] teaotter at 10:40pm on 27/05/2025
We just got done watching the first season of El Eternauta, and I am completely blown away. This is one of the best tv series I think I've ever seen in my life. The acting, the cinematography, the soundscape... utterly gripping.

Trying not to spoil anything past the first ten minutes: On a seemingly ordinary summer day, snow starts to fall, the power goes out, electronics go haywire -- and anyone outside dies. The people left alive have to figure out what to do next, and how to survive.

This show is so well done. I looked up the most thorough spoilers I possibly could and still ended up on the edge of my seat constantly, because it's less about *what* they do and more about *how* it's done.

I'm so glad they've already announced that there'll be a second season; I really want to see where they go from here.
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posted by [personal profile] musesfool at 08:57pm on 27/05/2025 under , ,
I slept through for a full 7 hours last night! right up until my alarm went off, actually, without waking up once!

I also got some fantastic videos of Baby Miss L going nuts about TATOES and BROCCOLI and also some mouse game she plays on my sister's tablet. She is such a character! <333

I haven't started the new season of Poker Face or Andor yet - I am still in HGTV mode. No emotional investment, and it satisfies both my nosiness about other people's houses and my need to be judgy about other people's aesthetic taste without hurting anyone's feelings.

Every time someone says they want to go BOLD with color and their palette is black and white I want to punch them. (I'm not saying black and white can't be a bold choice, just that it's not a bold COLOR choice.) Everyone wants POPS of COLOR but then the color turns out to be greige. I just...find it wearisome sometimes. I get it if you are doing a quick refresh in order to sell, since allegedly neutrals sell better? But these are people supposedly doing their "forever homes" or their "dream homes" so why not pick something interesting? At least a little bit? In the downstairs powder room??? I'm begging you, please!

Ahem.

If you asked me what my preferred home decor aesthetic is, I would say beachy with lots of blues and greens in various shades, and okay, a lot of white, a little gray, and some occasional wood or wicker accents. Definitely would want hardwood floors (or LVP that looked like hardwood). I'd want a large zero-access shower with a built-in bench with some fancy tile, and I wouldn't want to waste space on a tub (or double sinks, since I live alone), but I would like more linen/towel storage.

I would obviously want a large chef's kitchen, with FULL SIZE appliances and a big range - I don't go for that countertop stovetop and wall oven set up, I'd want a bigass stove with six burners - and I certainly wouldn't put it (or the sink) on an island. I'd like a large butcher block work surface and a breakfast nook with an eastern exposure, but don't need a formal dining room or a ginormous island. I do like white upper cabinets, probably with reeded glass doors, and then a color on the lower cabinets - a cobalt blue, maybe, or a deep teal.

The place I might go a little modern/industrial/maybe even avant garde would be in the light fixtures. I have seen some WILD chandeliers and lighting options on these shows and some of them are gorgeous.

Obviously I worked a lot of this out in the time between going into contract on my apartment and finally closing, so I was able to pick stuff out that all kind of went together, because I absolutely understand being a renter for years and not really being able to put your stamp on a place. (all the people who already live in their own houses who have no sense of their own style, though - they kind of baffle me, because didn't they paint/decorate their house? I get maybe not knowing what your architectural style is but these are mainly people in their 30s and older - they should have some sense of what they like, shouldn't they, even if they can't pin it to a specific style?)

Anyway, I don't need people to do their own homes in my preferred style, and some of these homes turn out to be gorgeous, but it would be nice if everyone wasn't doing the same things across several different home renovation shows. I guess HGTV has a bit of a house style? But if you've watched any of it, you can see why Keith and Evan from Bargain Block are my favorites - they actually do a lot of fun different things (or they used to, anyway), where even if it isn't something I'd choose, it still has a strong sense of style.

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Music:: Knicks-Pacers on tv
Mood:: 'okay' okay
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posted by [personal profile] mousme at 08:47pm on 27/05/2025 under , ,
Three friends very generously came over to help us pack today, and we didn't even finish the main floor. The kitchen is mostly finished, at least, and mostly what's left is small bits and bobs, but we are nowhere close to done. Two of said friends offered to come again tomorrow, and we are definitely not going to refuse.

Tomorrow I have to bring the cats to the vet for their dental surgery (yay), and pick up more packing paper (between the five of us, we went through a TON of the stuff today--so many breakable things in a kitchen!).

I am SO tired, and there is still so much left to do. I should probably stay up and try to do more packing, but honestly I just want to go to bed. I will set my alarm for some stupid hour tomorrow morning and try to get an early start on the day. Tomorrow is the last full day of packing before we move, because half of Thursday will be taken up with bringing stuff to the new house.

My realtor called and told me the sellers want to send a furnace guy to the house tomorrow, so I guess they left that until well past the last minute, since they were supposed to repair the furnace (there is some rust damage on the inside) as part of the conditions of the sale. I am currently living in a glass house, so I won't throw too many stones, but I am side-eyeing them more than a little bit.

Okay. Time to feed and water the quail, and then lapse into a coma.

Catch you on the flip side, friends!
Mood:: 'drained' drained
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posted by [personal profile] azurelunatic at 01:09pm on 27/05/2025
We know about Decaf, where by some process, caffeine is removed from coffee or whatever.

I present: Recaf. Where maybe decaf isn't doing it today so you add in a bit of caffeine powder or something.

(I have a flask of decaf on me today, and then we stopped for breakfast and got Coke, and I said "recaf" and had to make the definition.)
location: just past Mickey D's
Mood:: 'amused' amused
Music:: Defcon One
May 26th, 2025
Battleship 2025 Schedule

Before June 21: Battleship 2024 tag claims

If you were on Team Tunnel or Team Crystal, you can claim a tag. If you were on Team Mermaid or Team Volcano and you completed two or more treats during the anon period, you can claim a tag. If you guessed a board 2 rule correctly, as verified by the Spreadsheet Fairy, you can claim a tag. If you made two or more gifts for giftless/treatless people, as verified when your work was accepted into your team's collection, you can claim a tag. These claims stack! Please claim your tags here.

June 21–25: Tag suggestions
June 23–July 9: Fandom/ship nominations
June 30–July 9: Sign-ups (may close early if we hit our sign-up cap)
No later than July 11: Team assignments
July 12: Game begins

As is traditional, the mods will attempt to keep the game going for three weeks, and the players will probably manage to finish it within two and a half.

During sign-ups, there may be a "paddling pool" mini-game to introduce new players to the joys of Battleship. If we do this, it will wrap up before July 11 so there are no distractions from the main game.

Battleship Mods Wanted!

The 2025 Battleship mod team consists of team captains gaialux, lailah_tov, Leaf/Tavina, and Soulstoned; spreadsheet wizards Firebird/Asymptotical and Eirvyan; and... maybe you!

We're looking for additional mods to help us put on the best possible game. These roles are neutral; mods other than team captains will not be on teams or play the game. However, you can still put in requests, get gifts, and make treats that don't count toward team progress.

What we need:

1) At least one art mod. Before the game, help us improve our art scoring system. (Last year's system is described under "Playing the Game: Scoring" in the 2024 rules.) During the game, make authoritative calls about how to score artworks. You don't need to be an artist, but experience with a system of quantifying art in some way (like scoring it for another game or defining different commission tiers) would be very helpful.

2) At least two spreadsheet fairies. Before the game, help to improve our existing team and mod spreadsheets. During the game, check works, call shots, and help troubleshoot spreadsheet issues. Our sheets primarily run on array formulas. You don't need to be a spreadsheet genius, but a fair amount of experience with Google Sheets would be very helpful.

3) At least one puzzle maker. Before the game, help to design puzzles that the teams will be trying to solve. Past puzzles include classic Battleship, Minesweeper, and other variations on the theme of targeting grid squares to find what's hidden underneath. Puzzles must be solvable through team effort and team strategy, not something that one person can solve independently, and must be fair but not identical from one team to the next. It's a fun challenge!

All mods will also help handle Discord moderation (usually minor). We would especially love to bring on at least one mod who's in a GMT+0 to GMT+5 time zone. Mods will ideally be able to put in at least a couple of hours of active modding a day during the game (July 12 to early August) at a relatively consistent time.

Please email battleshipexchange@gmail.com if you're interested. Let us know your availability before and during the game, and your relevant experience. We'll get back to you by June 2nd. Thank you for helping us run one of the best events in fandom!
mousme: A text icon, dark green text on pale green, that reads There is no normal life. There's just life. (No Normal Life)
WE MADE IT.

The sellers got us the necessary paperwork so that I am not legally responsible for their financial shenanigans. Wafik was not in the office today, but I was able to get hold of Peggy, the person who got my mortgage approved a couple of months ago, and after a nerve-wracking five hours I was finally able to go to the downtown branch of the credit union and get the bank draft I needed.

I then drove like a bat out of hell to Alexandria in an attempt to get the thing to my lawyer. She told me she needed it by 2:30pm or 3:00pm at the very latest, and unfortunately I was not able to bend the laws of space and time to get there on time, but I did get there at 3:15, which is honestly a fucking miracle.

Then my lawyer pulled a miracle out of her ass and managed to register everything at 4:59pm (you can't register anything past 5pm) and joked that I was the record-holder for that.

So I now own a house! Or, rather, I now am responsible for a mortgage that allows me to live in a house! YAY! There is a lockbox on the door, apparently, where I can get the house keys, so we will be checking that on Thursday when we start bringing stuff to the house ahead of the movers. I want to bring a lot of my gardening equipment (the loose stuff that's hard to pack), all of our plants, and a bunch of the loose stuff that's in the basement.

KK finally started packing over the weekend, and I am trying super hard not to micromanage her, but it is so hard to resist. For all that she is super organized about a ton of things in life, she is absolute dogshit at packing. She actually packed up most of the packing supplies! Like, WHY. We aren't even close to done, why would you pack up all but one Sharpie and one boxcutter? Bonkers. Her method of packing is also super haphazard, AND she hasn't been properly labelling the boxes. Yes, she's identifying which room they go in, but she hasn't been listing the contents on the outside like a normal person. Right now she has something like five boxes labelled "desk stuff." Not only that, but she is using up so much money's worth of packing supplies (paper and bubble wrap and the like) that we ran out after she packed fewer than four boxes of dishes from her china cabinet. I was honestly flummoxed when she said we'd run out this morning. I expected her to use some of it before I came home, but ALL of it? Good fucking Lord. *screams in frustration*

At least she has agreed to buy more packing supplies for us tomorrow and picked up more bubble wrap and paper today (she also went through half of that, which is mind-boggling to me), because so far I have paid for everything in this move: the supplies, the movers, and the professional organizer, not to mention the house itself and the lawyer's fees. So it's nice that she's finally contributing a bit. She has plans to pitch in for moving costs using her tax return, which she still hasn't submitted for last year's taxes (she is also terrible at filing her taxes on time), but that won't happen until at least next week, so I'm not counting on that.

In short, I am trying to stay out of her way while she packs, and am concentrating on other areas of the house. I lost a lot of packing time to all of the legal and financial shenanigans over the past few days, but I have very generous friends coming tomorrow to help, so I am going to ask them to help KK pack up the kitchen, and I am going to give explicit instructions on how to label the boxes so that I know what's in them when we move. Then while they're working on the main floor I will tackle my bedroom and the "cat room.," which is mostly books and my office supplies. If I work very hard I might be able to get the "cat room" completely done and put a significant dent in my bedroom. I really hope so, because otherwise I basically only have Wednesday to get everything else packed up, because Thursday we'll be loading up the U-Haul truck I rented to bring the aforementioned stuff to the property, and Friday is moving day, so 99% of the packing needs to be done before Friday morning hits.

Oh! I almost forgot to mention that, while I was gone today, Pixie busted out of her collar in the back yard and took off after a rabbit. KK messaged me to let me know it happened, and of course I was still 30 minutes away and could do fuck-all about it. Luckily KK was able to find her pretty quickly and entice her into the car once she'd run herself ragged. That shaved another few years off my life too, stupid dog. It would have been just our luck for her to be hit by a car and killed mere days before she gets a whole four acres to romp around. Christ.

I am going to stop here. I was so stressed out last night that I didn't fall asleep until nearly 1:00am, and as a result I am completely fried today. So I'm going to try to be asleep before 11:00pm. That's not super early by my standards anyway, but it's nearly 10:00pm now, so I can't expect miracles.

Catch you on the flip side, friends!
Mood:: 'stressed' stressed
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May 25th, 2025
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posted by [personal profile] musesfool at 08:42pm on 25/05/2025 under ,
The bbq was fun, even if the weather was chilly and rainy. We saw a huge double rainbow after it rained, and one of them was the most vivid and long-lasting rainbow I ever saw. it was pretty amazing.

Baby Miss L had a grand old time her in personal ball pit, and dancing to both the 90s playlist (it was a 90s-themed party) and later to her own favorite Elmo songs. She was really vibing with Pantera and Alice in Chains - that child is going to be in the mosh pit at the club before you know it.

In other news, Alyssa tried the confetti cookies and really liked them. This morning, she texted me like, "this is exactly what they're supposed to taste like!" Anthony and my sister also liked them, so I guess it's just me, but thy were disgustingly sweet to me. *hands* Trish also liked the brownies, so that worked out too! I will definitely have to make the brownies again, so I can taste them. My sister made ice cream cone cupcakes for the party, which I guess she used to make for the kids to take to school for their birthday's back in the day, so there was a nostalgia factor involved. They were good, though I still like my chocolate cupcake recipe best. *g*

Now I'm watching the Mets, though really, I'm listening to the local radio broadcast because good lord the ESPN broadcast is the worst. Simply terrible in all aspects.

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Music:: Mets vs Dodgers on tv (radio)
Mood:: 'sleepy' sleepy
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Title: nothing is better
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: G
Length: 200
Content notes:
Author notes: Partly inspired by this quote and it can take place pretty much anywhere.
Summary: Using the override codes she entered the darkened living space, carefully removing her boots and uniform jacket before making her way to the bedroom.

nothing is better )
mousme: A turquoise twenty-sided die that has landed on "1." The caption reads: "Shit." (Natural One)
The house buying nightmares continue.

I have my financial ducks almost in a row. Almost. And now, the ducks are scattering again.

I spoke to my mortgage/credit union guy (Wafik) on Thursday. He was very understanding while I panicked at him, and he promised that if I could get all the money transferred to my new checking account by Monday, he would personally oversee getting the transfer expedited/waiving the usual hold on funds, and ensure I get the bank draft I need to give the lawyer on Monday.

So I moved heaven and earth to get everything done, and I did. I got the last of the money transferred on Friday evening, and received the usual warnings about the time it could take to get it all done. In light of this, I decided to send Wafik an email today (originally I was going to wait until tomorrow but then I worried I'd forget or send it too late or something) as a follow-up about our conversation and to confirm that all was well. And that's how I discovered he has an out of office message saying he'll be back on Wednesday.

Notice how Wednesday is not Monday? Yeah, me too.

So I have been quietly having a panic attack at my desk all morning. I am not prone to panic attacks, but I am pretty sure the chest pain and palpitations are exactly that, because there's no other good reason for it (and it started the minute I got the out of office message, so it's not a coincidence). I am accustomed to a constant low-level buzz of anxiety, but it doesn't usually manifest in this kind of physical symptoms. I cannot say I am enjoying the experience.

There is absolutely fuck-all I can do about this situation today, because it is Sunday, and nothing is open. My deadline is tomorrow, and if Wafik is not in the office to do the thing he promised he'd do, then I am fucked six ways to next Sunday. So the only thing I can do for the next 19 hours or so is panic quietly. Tomorrow I plan to call him first thing in the morning, and if he doesn't pick up his phone, my backup plan is to call my original mortgage advisor (I don't think that's her actual title, but I don't know it so this will suffice) Peggy and very politely weep at her until she finds someone local to help me. See, Peggy, unlike Wafik, is NOT local, but lives somewhere around Barrie, ON, so it means that even if she wanted to help me, she cannot physically place a bank draft in my hands.

*rips out hair*

*internal screaming*

I honestly thought that the financial part of the nightmare was over and that I just had to deal with the sellers' shenanigans, for which my lawyer has a plan. But now the person who committed to helping me has just swanned off without even the courtesy of letting me know, so fuck me, I guess. I have already spent so much money on this move on packing supplies and on the packing help, the house is halfway packed up, and I have abandoned my plot in the community garden so that if we don't move, I can't grow vegetables this summer and all the plants I ordered are going to die. Not to mention the crushing disappointment of losing out on a dream property literally five days before we're meant to move in.

FUCK.

Mood:: 'stressed' stressed
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posted by [personal profile] primeideal at 07:49am on 25/05/2025 under
When I was an impressionable youth I read (and imprinted pretty hard on) a popular science book covering math history from olden times to the present day. One of the mathematicians that was namedropped for his 80s-90s-era discoveries is still active and doing research, so when I heard he was giving a seminar talk I definitely wanted to attend.

Well, this luminary started by fumbling his way through the slide show ("you advance it with the arrow keys" "which arrow keys? ...oh, these arrows.") Background about the history of Diophantine equations. "Now this is an old example, it goes all the way back to Fibonacci, in 'Liber quadratorum,' The Book of Squares. Published in 1225. Which is fitting...because that's a square, 35^2. There have been only ten square years since then, and we're in one right now!"

(45 is a triangular number, 45=1+2+3+...+9, and 45^2=2025. And that also means that 2025 = 1^3 + 2^3 + ... 9^3. Great year!)

Later he was showing us an example graph illustration (unit circle with a line intersecting it in two points, similar to this one), and after the back-and-forth with "how do I minimize the slide show," he pulled up the image, which was an Untitled file in Microsoft Paint. <3
May 24th, 2025
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Got steroids to the left wrist on Tuesday, and sulked for the rest of the day because it was tender Read more... ).

Friday I put together the Cronch Tower, to replace the Cronch Pile. It's a 5 foot construction of wire shelf panels, with two two-foot high baskets and a final open topped container. This is to manage the chip needs of 3+1 people.

After shopping Friday, Belovedest pulled the Holiday Morass in front of me, for me to sort out into Yuletide, Halloween, and It's Fall, Y'All Decorative Gourd Season. Plus None of the Above. And Thorn came up for company while working and sociability. Since they had hung the work privacy shade on the window.

Today before I woke up, Belovedest had herded the Cronch Tower further. And unboxed my printer. And while I took advantage of the 80+F weather to lounge, they ran a test print.

The print came out fine! Belovedest now knows where I keep the spare filament (in The Heir and the Spare, naturally). We are discussing next steps!
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posted by [personal profile] tielan at 01:44pm on 24/05/2025 under
There's no room for in it for my brain, no space in my schedule for watching, no community to drag me along with them.

And also, I've become resigned to the fact that I will never get stories about the characters that I want. That my interests are not anywhere near the interests of the majority of viewers, and because what counts is eyeballs (or reader pages, or whatever) then the characters I love - or the archetypes I want to see - are not going to appeal to most people.

It's a little demoralising, and makes it hard to write.

Not to mention the state of the world is steadily wearing on us all. Not just the AI (fuck AI) but also the world and all it's harms. All the hopeful stories I had for analogues and spin-offs of our world are presently crumbling while watching Ukraine, Gaza, the authority of the current US Administration, the right-wingers, Christian Nationalism - not to mention all the tech issues.

*sigh*

I can't remember if it was John Green or someone else (might have been Hank Green) who said during the 2020 election process that he was hesitating over starting a new book, because a 2nd Trump administration would create a very different world to one in which 45 only managed one administration. He was, as it turns out, exceedingly prescient on that front.
mousme: Two open books, one lying on top of the other at an angle (Books)
I am at work all day for 12 hours, and I can do absolutely nothing about the packing or the bank or the sellers' inability to provide documentation in a timely manner. So, rather than angst about it, I am distracting myself during the down times at work by watching The Handmaid's Tale. 

I started watching it when it first aired in 2017, because I read the book well over 20 years ago (sometime in 2003, if memory serves), and while at the time I hadn't developed as many critical thinking skills and also lacked a lot of the historical knowledge of the real-life atrocities that informed Atwood when she wrote it, I still remember thinking how eerily plausible it all was. 

Anyway, I'm just starting Season 3, and I think the narrative is trying to make me feel sorry for Serena, because she's just as trapped as the other women, or something like that. Certainly June/Offred seems to vacillate between hatred and sympathy, including a heavy-handed moment of symbolism in which she literally extends a hand to pull Serena out of a house fire.
 
I'm having trouble agreeing with the narrative on this. Serena is not just getting her face eaten by leopards after voting them in. She literally helped to create the Leopards Eating People's Faces Party. She was one of the architects of the movement. She wanted this for everyone else, she actively campaigned for all women to be oppressed, and thought she would somehow be magically immune. We're given a bit of backstory on Serena, about her inability to have children (brought on because she was publicly campaigning to end women's rights), her work with her husband, and that's meant to humanize her. It does, to an extent, but my sympathy for her is still very limited.

I don't know that she's deserving of our sympathy for suffering the consequences of her actions. However, since the show appears to be setting her up for a redemption arc, I am intrigued to see how they are going to proceed with it. I think that a redemption arc could be really interesting if it's handled with delicacy and acknowledges all the harm she's caused. I don't think Serena can be redeemed without her deliberately undertaking to repair the harm she's caused, while being cognizant that there are some harms that simply cannot be repaired or ever properly atoned for. 

I also have lots of thoughts on June/Offred, and they basically boil down to her being a complicated, often unlikable character. She's a really interesting protagonist who makes shitty choices for often questionable reasons. She bucks against the system but still uses her limited privileges within it. She's quick to use other people for her own gains, doesn't necessarily think about the consequences of her actions for others, but she's also brave and willing to fight for other people when she sees the need for it. She can be empathetic and insightful when she's not being oblivious.
 
What I find most interesting about her is that her past is a cautionary tale. She exemplifies most of us (and by "us" I mean cis white women like me), living her little life and paying so little attention to what's going on around her that the new laws that take away her freedoms catch her unawares. (Why the show portrays Moira the same way perplexes me--perhaps there just weren't any WOC writers in the room.)
 
June lived blinded by privilege, including ignoring many of her 2nd generation feminist mother's warnings. Her mother is problematic in her own way (see: 2nd generation feminist), but makes many valid points about June ignoring or throwing away the work of previous women, and the inherent danger of that. Most of this is implied in their dialogue, rather than explicit, but it's still there. June leaves it all behind because she resents her mother for "abandoning" her in favour of her "work." To be fair, her mother is very much lacking in the nurturing department, so it's not unnatural for June to mistakenly equate being a feminist with being a bad mother. Where June goes wrong is never bothering once in her life to stop and question her deeply held beliefs (honestly, girl, therapy would have helped!). Her knee-jerk reaction to pull away from everything associated with her mother leads her to ignore what's going on in politics, and it costs her everything.
 
I'm not saying she could have stopped what happened, but she might have been less blindsided had she been paying even a little bit of attention. Of course, that would have made a much less dramatic narrative for the TV show. I suppose I am thinking about this more deeply right now than I ever would have in the past, because the parallels with what is happening today are stark and pretty obvious. This is not reality imitating fiction, of course. This is reality repeating reality that was portrayed in fiction to make a point. Margaret Atwood is a towering literary figure for a reason, and her depictions of dystopias are always chillingly on point. 

There are lots of themes and through lines that are worth exploring that I haven't fully thought through yet. There's the ritualized subjugation and infantilization of women, learned and acquired helplessness. There are themes of collaboration, what is means to be complicit in your own oppression (complying in advance, complying after the fact in order to survive, and exploiting the system for one's own gain on both small and large scales). There are themes of secrecy and lies, betrayal and loyalty, and what they all mean when living under an oppressive regime. There's also a lot to examine about the rules of society--who is allowed to break them and who isn't.

I do really like the writing when it comes to the characters and the plot taking place in the present time of the show. If I had unlimited time and brain bandwidth I'd want to do deeper dives into many of the characters, mostly the women but also some of the men: Serena, June/Offred, Emily/Ofglenn, Janine/Ofwarren, Fred Waterford, Joseph Lawrence, Aunt Lydia, and plenty of others.

Where I start having trouble is the world building. Atwood's novel is written in the epistolary style, strictly from the point of view of Offred, who is given no other name in the book, and encapsulates a very limited moment in time--the duration of her stay with the Waterfords (I don't remember if that's what they're called in the book). There is an metafictional epilogue which reveals the whole novel into a conceit that we are observing historical documents, a primary source no less, of a historical period that has come and gone. Gilead has been gone for 200 years, we are told, and very few records remain of its existence.

The show necessarily has to deviate from that after the first season, which follows the novel reasonably closely if my memory serves (which, honestly, it does not serve well these days, so I could be mistaken). The show therefore has to start doing its own world building, and honestly Gilead doesn't hold up particularly well under too close scrutiny. Here's a list of my issues, in no particular order:

- The economy. How the fuck does anything work if suddenly 55% of the working population doesn't work anymore? At higher levels, the loss of institutional knowledge would be pretty devastating, and at lower levels the loss of personnel would be even worse. Women have always been part of the workforce, even when inequality was at its worst. They've been labourers, factory workers, secretaries, assistants, and with increasing equality they have occupied every single rank and position in society. You can't declare all of that illegal overnight and not create a huge, chaotic vacuum. That's never addressed in the show.

- The rules governing women. We are apparently meant to believe that society transitioned pretty quickly and smoothly into one in which women are not allowed to work, not allowed to have their own money or bank accounts, aren't allowed to read, and are rounded up and put into re-education centres according to whichever "class" they've been assigned to (Wife, Handmaid, Martha, Aunt, Econowife). We see some protests initially which are violently put down (armed men gunning down protesters with automatic weapons), and then we just never see anything else from that time period. There is no mention of how these centres were initially set up, nor whose buy-in was required for that. The Aunts run the centres, we are given to understand, but who trained them in the first place? To get a system that regimented takes a lot of time and a lot of practice, and getting all of the centres across Gilead to adhere to the same SOPs must be an administrative nightmare.

- Societal structures and systems. At one point in Season 2 Commander Waterford yells at his wife to call 9-1-1, and that made me wonder who the fuck is still staffing all these institutions, and how they're still running apparently smoothly after removing half the workforce. See my first point about the economy. I worked as a dispatcher and telecomms operator for nearly two decades, and more than half my coworkers were women. We were already short-staffed and stretched thin, and finding qualified candidates to work was time-consuming and incredibly lengthy. Multiply this across every police force across a nation, every other 24-hour centre you don't even know exists. The people in charge of Gilead have completely upended the order of things, have done away with most modern technology, but we're meant to believe that 911 still works? It stretches credulity, at the very least.

- Then there's the costuming. It was established in the book and preserved in the show, and visually it's extremely striking. However it makes no sense from any perspective other than "it looks really cool." Coordinating identical outfits for literally millions of women across an entire country? Come on. If it were local to one city I might be more inclined to believe it, but nation-wide? No. For one thing, there would have to be an extremely long transition period while they get all of the outfits designed and then produced. Also, who is physically making these outfits? We're meant to believe that Gilead has protectionist policies, so they're not outsourcing to another country like China, but in the former USA/now Gilead, the vast, vast majority of sewists would have been women, who are now not allowed to work. Are you telling me that they somehow trained up a bunch of willing men to do "women's work?" Or are we meant to believe that people in each household are expected to sew their own outfits? If so, why do they all look mass produced and not like some terrible homemade hodge-podge?

- The costuming has a secondary problem, which is that it provides the women with too much anonymity. This is demonstrated over and over and over in the show. June/Offred routinely is able to run around and disguise her movements simply by donning the uniform of a different class of woman: either a Wife or a Martha. Each uniform grants her a layer of protection, either through privilege or invisibility. And as June herself says toward the end of Season 1: "They should have never given us uniforms if they didn't want us to be an army." I am reasonably sure that at least one or two of the organizers of the movement would have thought of this. 

- Last but not least, a pet peeve of mine: everyone is constantly miserable. The thing is, this is absolutely contrary to human nature. Yes, under oppressive regimes there is always an undercurrent of fear and constant paranoia about who might be about to report you to the State. But humans aren't built to be somber 24/7: they will take every opportunity for celebrations, small and large. They make food and they hang out over cups of tea or get together for illicit parties. There is so little joy in The Handmaid's Tale, and the vast majority of group encounters are weirdly manufactured and ritualized. Like, where is the secret underground dance party like in Titanic? Why doesn't Offred ever sit and gossip over a cup of tea with Rita after so many months of living under the same roof, even if it's surface-level nonsense? 

 

:::ETA:::

I am back with more thoughts that I forgot about.

- What about the future? Particularly the future Handmaids. In the present, Handmaids are picked specifically because they successfully bore a living child in the past. What is the plan for the next generation of women? There's no telling which little girl will be able to bear children successfully, so what is the plan for them? Only two classes of women can potentially have children (unless you count some of the Jezebels), the Handmaids and the Econowives, should the latter be lucky enough to be fertile, and the Handmaids' babies are of course given to the Wives. Who in the next generation will be picked to be a Wife, a Handmaid, or a Martha? Or any class of woman, for that matter? The whole system falls apart within a generation, because what Wife would allow her daughter to become a Handmaid? Even a Martha would be an unthinkable fall in station. So that leaves only the children of the Econowives who'd have to be divvied up, and that seems unsustainable to me.
 

Anyway, thank you for putting up with all my Handmaid's Tale thinky thoughts. Maybe one day I'll get back to the other characters I mentioned, or some of the more interesting themes. We shall see.

Catch you on the flip side, friends!

Mood:: 'contemplative' contemplative
smallhobbit: (Cup 1)
Title: An Old Lady's Privilege
Fandom: Miss Marple
Rating: G
Length: 200 words
Summary: Just an old lady taking a nap - or is she?

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