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Sam ([personal profile] l33tminion) wrote2025-08-13 08:31 pm
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Too Hot

I should write something anything.

Erica had a few weeks at Creative Arts Camp at Tufts. Several of her school friends did the same session. Seems they did a lot and had a lot of fun.

Now Erica is off with my parents at Cascades Dance Camp. We all met my sister in Baltimore for the hand-off. Was great catching up. Very nice trip.

Work is keeping on.

I've been reading The Secret Garden to Erica.

I had dinner with Julie tonight at Too Hot, a new Sichuan restaurant in Harvard Square. Incredibly tasty, made me sweat almost as much as the weather.
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dialecticdreamer ([personal profile] dialecticdreamer) wrote2025-08-13 07:21 pm

Puzzling Out the Problem (part 1 of 1, complete)

Puzzling Out the Problem
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1584
[End of March 179-]


:: With Raisa in Igor’s arms, slowly filling her tummy, the adults’ conversation turns to her permanent placement. Many problems are discussed, but the goal is gentleness and a long-term, good fit for the baby. Part of the “Lost Son” story arc in the Frankenstein’s Family universe. ::




Murmurs seemed to chase the last bite of stew that Laszlo sopped up with his bread, using a spoon instead of his hand to push the morsel around. “And that’s another problem to take care of,” Igor laughed. “The diapers are near the hearth, to warm them,” he told Victor.

“She’s almost asleep, and a warm cloth to wipe up the mess will help her along,” Victor answered.

A moment later, Raisa lay swaddled in the same blanket, but any trace of the plaid rag was gone. Victor approached Laszlo slowly. “She’s in good health. There was no reasonable…” He pursed his lips. “Did anyone tell you if she was found washed, or if the people who called for Kálmán cleaned her up?”
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canyonwalker ([personal profile] canyonwalker) wrote2025-08-13 02:05 pm

Long Day 1 of Training; Quiet Evening

Chicago Trip Log #4
Downtown Chicago - Wed, 13 Aug 2025, 7am

Just like I figured was going to happen after I stayed up too late carousing with colleagues on my first night in Chicago, Day 1 of training on Tuesday was a long slog. It started at 7:15am with breakfast in the meeting rooms, the training proper running from 8 to 5, and then a small team meeting until 5:45pm. 10.5 hours of being "on"— after me getting only about 4 hours of sleep. Ouch.

I kept a game face on for most of the day. Late in the afternoon, though, I kind of lost it. Around 4pm the person who was speaking was not that engaging, and I nodded off a few times. I don't know if I actually fell asleep for a moment at a time, but I definitely did blank out a few times. I got lost in my own thoughts and suddenly realized that I'd stopped seeing or hearing what the speaker was talking about. Fortunately the next speaker was stronger. And the small team meeting at the end of the day was no problem since that was just 3 of us so I was actively engaged. It's much easier to stay focused when the content of the meeting is actively engaging rather than when I'm passively consuming it.

Those 4pm nap attacks, though, told me that I needed to take it easy last night instead of staying up late carousing with colleagues again. Thus I sent my regrets to our regional sales leader that I wouldn't be able to attend his dinner. I figured I'd instead eat on my own and get back early.

As I was considering where to get dinner solo I saw on Slack that one of my colleagues hadn't been invited to any group dinners and was looking for company. I invited him to join me. We agreed on a Chicago pizza chain (Giordanos, for those keeping score) with a restaurant location a few blocks away and walked over there. We split a pizza and an appetizer and enjoyed a couple beers each while chatting amiably about mostly not-work things. It was a right-sized dinner, both in terms of food, drink, and energy levels.

On the walk back from dinner I spotted a few of my colleagues in the hotel bar. I resisted the mild temptation to join them. I knew that "Hey, come have a drink with us!" would easily turn into 2-3 drinks and likely another evening of staying up too late. Instead I retired to my room for a quiet evening. I was in bed not long after 11pm.

This morning I'm feeling a lot more ready for a full day of training than I was yesterday morning. The difference is today I've got 7.5 hours of sleep behind me rather than just 4. That means tonight I should in good shape for the next group dinner / late evening of carousing with colleagues.
Update: over dinner last night I mentioned to my colleague that I'd been upgraded to a nice corner room with a wrap-around balcony at the hotel. "I'm in one of those, too," he said. 
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james_davis_nicoll ([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll) wrote2025-08-13 03:40 pm
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Bundle of Holding: Girl Genius (from 2020) & Girl Genius 2 (from 2023)



A zeppelin-full of digital graphic albums featuring Studio Foglio's Girl Genius, the "gaslamp fantasy" webcomic of adventure, romance, and mad science.

Bundle of Holding: Girl Genius (from 2020)



Even more Girl Genius, plus Buck Godot, Zap Gun for Hire.

Bundle of Holding: Girl Genius 2 (from 2023)
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ldybastet ([personal profile] ldybastet) wrote in [community profile] anime_manga2025-08-13 09:26 pm

Restroom of Terror [Sasaki/Miyano; PG]

Title: Restroom of Terror
Fandom/Pairing: Sasaki to Miyano - Sasaki/Miyano
Summary: There are strange rumours at Miyano's school, whispers that Hanako, or some other ghost, has moved into the all-boy's school. Of course, Miyano gets the honour of investigating the matter...
Rating: PG
Content: Teenage boy romance, ghosts, spooky stuff...
Disclaimer: I did not create these characters, they belong to Harusono Shô. I'm just borrowing them to act out my fantasies, while not earning any money whatsoever from it.
Notes: 1700+ words. It's just a little ghost story for Obon 2025... Many thanks to my friend [personal profile] zabimitsuki for cheering me on and beta-reading this piece for me. :)

Read it here: DW | AO3
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fabrisse ([personal profile] fabrisse) wrote in [community profile] thisfinecrew2025-08-13 12:10 pm
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The National Guard in DC

I no longer live in the District of Columbia. But, in more ways than I can say, the District is home. The District in my opinion (and per my vote in 2016) deserves statehood. I hope in my lifetime to read about the election for the first governor of Douglass Commonwealth.

The President's imposition of martial law -- which is what using military for police functions is -- in the District is made possible by racism. DC is majority-minority. Although the black population is below 50% of the total these days, the white population is still under 40% of the total population of the District.

As a former Advisory Neighborhood Commissioner (an unpaid, non-partisan, local elected position), I can tell you that the crime rate went up during the 2008-10 recession, but was still nowhere near the rates found from 1975-1995. Violent crimes have continued to decrease. Robbery and theft go up when unemployment goes up, but the overall rates are still low. Rarely are tourists affected by any crime, though there was a spate of purse snatchings in the early 2010s.

What Trump and his supporters detest is the fact that most DC police are black. It's a disconnect for them. For too many, black=criminal and white=police. By calling in the National Guard and the other police forces associated with the District (Capitol Police, Metro Police, the US Marshalls, FBI Police...), Trump is attempting to make the optics match his expectations. There are indications that New York City, Los Angeles, Chicago, and Oakland (all of which have minority mayors, all of which are in states whose electoral votes went to his opponents) will probably be next if he gets away with it in DC.

The President also resents that DC's electoral votes have gone to his opponents in all three elections. Even people who loathed Hillary Clinton voted for her in DC because we recognized that she was a fundamentally serious person and our current president is not.

I am asking everyone to call or email their Senators (or Congress people) and object to this blatant misuse of the military. If you can object as a veteran who recognizes that this isn't the military's purview, that's great. If you want to object on Constitutional lines, before DC had home rule, Congress -- mostly the Senate -- had the right of rule over the District of Columbia. Even Republican Senators should be willing to guard their own rights to shape and control the District. That power has never really belonged to the Executive.

For anyone who's interested, DC voted in favor of statehood in a 2016 referendum. Among other items, it gave us the potential future name of Douglass Commonwealth so that we could retain DC for postal services. If you think we're too small, by area to be a state, we're larger than the three smallest countries in the world. If you think we lack population, we have more people than Vermont or Wyoming, and we're within spitting distance of Alaska.

Overall, DC paid income tax of $45,243,625 (in thousands of dollars) in Fiscal 2024. North Dakota, West Virginia, Wyoming, Alaska, Vermont, and Puerto Rico combined paid income tax of $44,810,347 (in thousands of dollars). The District of Columbia deserves a say in how U.S. tax dollars are spent.

Please call your Senators and/or Representative to object to the deployment of the National Guard in DC.
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neonvincent ([personal profile] neonvincent) wrote2025-08-13 10:41 am
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james_davis_nicoll ([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll) wrote2025-08-13 10:09 am
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Women Have Always Written SFF — But It Wasn’t Always Easy to Find



In the 1970s, many of the best new authors were women — the trick was finding their work.

Women Have Always Written SFF — But It Wasn’t Always Easy to Find

Yes, I know comments are not working. No, I have no control over that. Yes, I have mentioned the issue repeatedly. No, I don't know when it will be fixed.
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james_davis_nicoll ([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll) wrote2025-08-13 08:54 am

RuriDragon, volume 6 by Masaoki Shindo



Bathed in unquenchable fire, Ruri struggles to maintain her grade point average.

RuriDragon, volume 6 by Masaoki Shindo
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canyonwalker ([personal profile] canyonwalker) wrote2025-08-13 05:28 am

Late Night, Early Morning in Chicago

Chicago Trip Log #3
Downtown Chicago - Tue, 12 Aug 2025, 6:30am

Don't hit it too hard the first night. That's one of my rules of sales trips. There's a temptation when in a new location, meeting colleagues I maybe haven't seen in a while, not being tired from a full day of meetings (yet), and  wanting to live it up after the many little ignominies of flying coach, that all contribute to eating and drinking too much and staying up too late the first night of a trip. I went into last night with good intentions... and feel like I mostly failed.

At first I thought I would enjoy a casual dinner and retire early to my picturesque corner room overlooking the park. I waited downstairs for a while to see if any colleagues might happen by who'd like to join me. One did... and she dragged me off to a steak house where a colleague of our had made a reservation. Good news: it's Bavette's Bar & Boeuf, a well regarded steak restaurant in Chicago. And the 5 of us there had a great time. And I enjoyed a few drinks without getting drunk. Bad news: I didn't get back until 11pm. And I'd eaten so richly that between that and the time zone change, I couldn't fall asleep until almost 1:30am. Even worse news: at 5:30am my body shouted, "Adrenaline, motherfucker!" for no goddamn reason and woke me up well before even my 6:15am alarm.

So, here I am.  I haven't even started the first day of 3 days of sales training, and already I feel like it's going to be a long slog. 😖

Update: Oh, at the restaurant I mentioned to one or two of my colleagues how happy I was with my nice room. They got corner rooms, too! Of course, they also made Club this past year— like I did. So maybe the upgraded rooms were doled out to us top performers, similar to when they sent a chauffeur in a $600,000 car to pick us up from the airport a few years ago.

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conuly ([personal profile] conuly) wrote2025-08-15 02:30 am

Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.


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canyonwalker ([personal profile] canyonwalker) wrote2025-08-12 07:28 pm

Late Flight, Terrible Lyft, Nice Hotel Room

Chicago Trip Log #2
Downtown Chicago - Mon, 11 Aug 2025, 7pm

Today has been a day of alternating good and bad experiences. Getting to SJC airport and waiting for my flight was mellow. But then the flight was late. Then the flight was smooth enough that I even nodded off a bit... until later, when we hit turbulence as the pilot navigated around a storm. We landed in Chicago 40 minutes late... where the weather was beautiful. I was going to ride a train into the city, which would've taken over an hour including walking at both ends... but then I saw a pretty good price for a ride with Lyft. But then the driver drove past me, almost drove away while I was following after him waving my arms vigorously, and had a rotten orange peel sitting on the floor of his back seat when I got in. WTF? Oh, and the driver got lost in front of the hotel because he couldn't follow both spoken directions and a graphical map on his maps app.

All those little frustrations melted away when I saw my room.



I'm in a corner room at the Radisson Blu hotel downtown on Lakeshore East Park. I've got a walk-out balcony with views over the park.

My plan for dinner with colleagues this even got canceled due to a conflict. Now I'm kicking myself for not having packed leisure clothes. It's a warm evening, and the pool downstairs (I can see it from my balcony) looks inviting. Well, maybe I'll just grab a leisurely solo dinner at the hotel restaurant and come up here to enjoy the evening on the balcony.

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dialecticdreamer ([personal profile] dialecticdreamer) wrote2025-08-12 04:15 pm

Anticipation (part 3 of 3, complete)

Anticipation
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 3 of 3, complete
Word count (story only, in total): 4140
[Early November of 2016]


:: Written for the July of 2025 Magpie Monday, from a prompt by [personal profile] fuzzyred, the story has been sponsored by [personal profile] mama_kestrel with my deepest thanks.


Back to part two
:: Thanks for reading! ::




= = Halley= =


Halley accepted the oval platter with careful hands beneath the extra-long dishtowel. “Nonna,” thon began carefully, “I need a good idea for a baby gift.”

The elderly Italian woman’s eyebrows climbed higher than the frames of her oversized, yellow-tinted bifocals. “Whose baby, little one?”
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dialecticdreamer ([personal profile] dialecticdreamer) wrote2025-08-12 04:10 pm

Anticipation (part 2 of 3, complete)

Anticipation
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 2 of 3, complete
Word count (story only, in total): 4140
[Early November of 2016]


:: Written for the July of 2025 Magpie Monday, from a prompt by [personal profile] fuzzyred, the story has been sponsored by [personal profile] mama_kestrel with my deepest thanks.


Back to part one
On to part three

= = Aida= =


The teaching assistant stepped slightly into Aida’s path as the other students filed out of the lecture hall. “A moment, Miss,” he began. One hand dipped into his sand-colored suit jacket, worn over a white polo shirt. “You’re making arrangements to miss class from the end of November until nearly the first of January, but only listed ‘family reasons’ on the form,” he began carefully. “Is everything all right? I know that the United States is far away, but… It seems like a long gap.”

Aida glanced around at the nearly empty lecture hall, and wet her lips. “Mukhtar… It really is complicated, and personal, but not a secret. I can explain but it’ll take quite a few minutes.” She waved a hand toward the stacks of papers and the rolling file box that he habitually strapped his backpack to when hustling across campus. “I can help clear up, or walk you to the next lecture?”

“You don’t have class now?” he confirmed.
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dialecticdreamer ([personal profile] dialecticdreamer) wrote2025-08-12 04:03 pm

Anticipation (part 1 of 3, complete)

Anticipation
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 3, complete
Word count (story only, in total): 4140
[Early November of 2016]


:: Written for the July of 2025 Magpie Monday, from a prompt by [personal profile] fuzzyred, the story has been sponsored by [personal profile] mama_kestrel with my deepest thanks.


On to part two




= = Molly = =


Folding the clean laundry from the line now secured in the garage instead of outside on the metal posts set in concrete footings along one edge of the back yard, Molly traced a fingertip along the neckline of a peach tee shirt that folded over the baby’s tiny shoulders. “It’s going to be weird, if I think about it in detail. Our baby is older than her new aunt or uncle will be.”

Dave looked up, then flicked the power off the iron. He set it back on the base and walked away from Bethan’s navy blue uniform top. “What’s on your mind?”
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dialecticdreamer ([personal profile] dialecticdreamer) wrote2025-08-12 03:15 pm

Beyond Unexpected (part 1 of 1, complete)

Beyond Unexpected
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1940
[The date is a month after Elisabeth gives birth, just before the end of December on her timeline, but undetermined on Victor’s. So far.]


:: A strange accident dumps Elisabeth Finn into a completely unfamiliar area. With a storm brewing above steeply mountainous terrain, she accepts help offered by a stranger speaking broken English, and discovers many unexpected things. Consider this AU for both timelines. . Written for the August of 2025 Magpie Monday, from a prompt given by [personal profile] siliconshaman, with my thanks. ::

:: Author’s note: the change in tone from the first section to the second is deliberate. I’d like to know which readers prefer. ::




The trip, quite literally, began on the stairs down the den, and ended in a strange forest with air that smelled like pine and impending rain. The dull gray clouds overhead threatened a downpour. Elisabeth Finn winced as her foot missed the next-to-the-last step to land in a layer of rich leaf mold, but her ankle did not twist.

Deep breath.

Assess.

No injuries. No one injured near her. No obvious danger, no natural hazard.

Deep breath.

Assess.
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