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Aug. 23rd, 2017 09:38 am
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I think the thing I miss most about the literary/political weeklies are the weekend competitions.  I was therefore especially pleased to see the following drawn to my attention on ap-list:

The Spectator for 12 August 2017 contains the winning entries for a competition in which readers were invited to provide an extract from a mash-up of a literary classic and horror fiction.
One of the winners came from a gentleman of wit and letters, Hugh King, who supplied an extract from a much gorier version of "Temporary Kings":

At first I attached little significance to Gwinnett’s observation that Pamela Widmerpool’s performance in bed resembled that of a corpse, for such a characteristic could be understood as merely an extension of her generally glacial manner. I later revised this view when, in Venice for the Giorgione exhibition, I was woken at midnight by roars, increasingly discernible as expressions of protest, succeeded by cries for help. A moment later I encountered the blood-drenched figure of Widmerpool in the hotel corridor. Pamela, shrieking with laughter, repeatedly plunged a dagger, possibly Damascan, into his neck. The scene irresistibly suggested Caravaggio’s depiction of Judith beheading Holofernes, an impression strengthened by her shroud-like garment and disordered hair. Here the resemblance ended, for her face, covered in glaucous slime, appeared to have undergone some unusual process of deliquescence, exposing areas of underlying bone. One became aware of a disagreeable odour of putrefaction.

Of the highest quality IMO.

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August 23rd, 2017: One time my friend Joey Comeau of A Softer World dot com and I recorded a game we played so that we could share it for posterity and everyone could see how amazing we were, but after the game we destroyed our notes because it was A REAL EMBARRASSING GAME

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Aug. 23rd, 2017 11:41 am
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Posted by Bruce Schneier

Shonin is a personal bodycam up on Kickstarter.

There are a lot of complicated issues surrounding bodycams -- for example, it's obvious that police bodycams reduce violence -- but the one thing everyone is certain about is that they will proliferate. I'm not sure society is fully ready for the ramifications of this level of recording.

The Blood is the Life for 23-08-2017

Aug. 23rd, 2017 11:00 am
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Wednesday is looking autumnal again

Aug. 23rd, 2017 10:00 am
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What I read

Finished The Private Patient, which was readable enough, I suppose, but felt not exactly as if PDJ was phoning it in, just proceeding along well-worn ruts. Found it hard to believe in the characters. Also, while PDJ does have a sense that there is Modern Life, and makes a nod to it in Miskin, she still feels in a bit of a time-warp (unlike Rendell/Vine)

Read Ginger Frost's Illegitimacy in English Law and Society, 1860-1930 (2016), which was a freebie for reading a book proposal and I have been trying to get to for months, because Frost's work is always good and going into areas very under-explored. This one looks at illegitimacy from the angle of the illegitimate children (rather than the fallen mother) and is densely researched. Also more than a little depressing - illegitimate children had a very high mortality rate, if they weren't the victims of infanticide by desperate mothers they were subject to neglect or the general problems of poverty. Also the cruelty of the laws took so very long to change. But Frost does get the ambivalances: courts and local officials being sympathetic to the plight of unwed mothers and thus giving merciful judgments in infanticide cases, giving mothers out-relief rather than obliging them to go into the workhouse, demonstrating a certain flexibility; while thinking actually changing the rules would lead to the downfall of morality.

Also finished one of two books I have for a joint review, which also deal with a rather depressing topic.

On the go

Tanith Lee, Nightshades: Thirteen Journeys into Shadow (1993, and collecting some much earlier material). Some of these have been in other collections of hers I've read recently. Very good, if creepy.

Also, have started second book for the joint review.

Up next

If it ever arrives, the new Barbara Hambly Benjamin January mystery.

online book rec

Aug. 23rd, 2017 01:54 am
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Wandered across http://thefantasistmag.com/ and found some excellent novellas and short stories, if you like fantasy of varying sorts centering queer characters.

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Aug. 23rd, 2017 04:30 pm
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Achieved today
  • version 2 of CV finished and sent to person who requested it
  • sudden realisation as to what the next paragraph of my report has to say. Written it, stalled at n+1.
  • Piano tuner came, tuned piano. I had remembered to organise cash.
  • moving all the crap out of the music room, so the piano tuner had space to move. Sadly, now there is too much Stuff in my bedroom
  • ironing!
  • progress on block a day quilt, finishing Feb 12 & 13.

Not achieved today
  • data analysis. Must find data first.
  • driving lessons for either of middlest or eldest (although as I've just made an arrangement with middlest, that might still happen)
  • World Peace


Right Now, I'm going to get up off the couch, and work out what I need to cut for the next few blocks.

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Aug. 23rd, 2017 09:20 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] natlyn!

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Aug. 22nd, 2017 11:07 pm
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After a week of radio silence, I sent my adviser an email, with a new email thread, asking about a new timeline and feedback on my diss and whether I can submit my diss for format review.

She got back to me and said she really liked my fourth chapter, that I basically delivered more than expected, and the dissertation's finally ready to be sent to the rest of my committee. So of course this meant I stayed up until 4am, checking footnotes and making sure everything looked okay so I could save it as a PDF for submission.

Today I went to campus specifically to shut down the office computer and send my diss along, asking if they could let me know whether there was feedback I'd need more than a month to address. Either way, I FINALLY submitted my diss for format review. ProQuest was an arcane thing which made me feel like I was being hoodwinked somehow. I could pay nothing and just let my diss be searchable on engine, or I could pay $95 and have my diss be distributed on more media and this latter option is called "Open Access"??? That's fucked up. And the whole thing about CC licenses, gah, IDK, in the end I went with no licenses, and no copyright purchase, because I just couldn't deal. I'm hoping I don't regret it and get to go back and change some things.

Anyway, format review!! It's one of the very latter stages of dissertating so.... I'm kind of shaken up about it.

I also meant to turn in my office key (and other keys) but Vonnie wasn't around, and I would rather give them to her directly and thank her for being so cool about letting me keep the office way past my time.

I saw Aviya in her office and chatted with her a while, and Soonyoung was doing her third written exam so I walked with her afterwards. Then I came across JJ and walked home with her too. I went to Starbucks to write some fanfic (delayed Strange Magic Week prompts) and spin some Pokestops.

After dinner, I armed myself with shoes and my Pokemon Go Plus, and did my evening thing. Every time there was a long stretch, I'd break into a short jog. At first, I did it up to a count of 20, then I was doing 30s, and 40. I can't really tell what a full second looks like, and didn't want to overdo it by running a full five minutes when I don't even know what that looks like.

It was good! I think I definitely pushed myself a little without burning myself to exhaustion. I stopped to check the pokegyms, but otherwise did not stop at all. Gosh it's so nice to be able to keep going with minimal stopping?? And STILL catch pokemon? I am digging it.

Gonna *try* to sleep earlier tonight.

the day the spider ate the sun

Aug. 22nd, 2017 11:19 pm
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I was in Oregon, in the totality zone, for the eclipse; this is more or less my trip report, written as fiction in the Fear of Spiders/Overwatch universe. The eclipse really was indescribable - you have to be there - but this is my best attempt to relate what I saw and how I felt.

All the locations are real world locations, accurately described, and specifically relate how I got down to Shiniko, Oregon for the totality, and back, after crossing the Oregon border from the north. All of Venom's and Widowmaker's lines are basically my commentary while being the one driving... inappropriately quickly... with my road trip crew down a surprisingly empty Highway 216.

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"I loved it," said the Widowmaker, her voice fluid, "when the spider ate the sun. Slowly dimming light, then sunset all around, in all directions, and then - gone, but for the corona. Exquisite."

"That was wizard!" agreed Venom, speeding along Highway 216 west from Highway 97 to Highway 197 in the Oregon high desert. "The sky went violet! Blue, dark, rich, with extra violet, somehow. The pictures always made it look black, but it wasn't! So intense!"

"I think that was partly ultraviolet, from the corona," suggested the elder assassin, as the old-style automobile - a Spider, appropriately enough - barrelled down the road into the canyon, chasing the water. The speed limit sign said 55kph. She hit it at 120. "The light had such intoxicating depth."

"Felt like time just stopped! And I know from time." She giggled at little at herself, and shook her head. "Pictures just can't tell the story, can they?" said Lena.

"Not at all. One cannot even describe it, one must experience it. The changes in the air, the blue and violet glow, the heat vanishing with the sun..."

"And then, and then, the last bit of the sun goes out, and you look past the glasses, and - wow! The sun is, like, whole different star! And the sky is a different sky! It was like - it was like bein' in space, like being on a whole 'nother world!"

"The black hole sun, the streaming flares of fusing hydrogen writhing in the sky, the glowing colours - I never imagined the colours would be so intense." She sighed, wistfully. "I do not think my cameras captured the violet, only the blue."

The tires screeched at the first downhill hairpin turn. The road carried with it no forgiveness, no margin - cliff wall to one side, sheer drop to the other. A few guardrails buffered against the worst of the turns, or, at least, the first couple, and then not the next, and not the one after that. The Spider held the road, if barely, as the Talon assassins drifted in their vehicle, across the road, into the opposite-direction lane.

"I remind you," said Amélie, "despite having applied to the Commonwealth, this country is still right-hand driving."

"Yeh, yeh. Curve speed signs are for wankers."

Widowmaker smirked. "That one, if anything, seemed overly permissive."

The junior assassin slowed the vehicle, but not much, and sped it back up at every opportunity. "Nobody's usin' the other lane, I might as well."

It was true. Even with the tens of thousands of tourists flooding back from the zone of totality, Highway 216 sat empty of traffic, out in the high grassy desert, barreling down towards the Deschutes River, splashing and rushing at the very bottom.

"Even so," said the spider, "this road does not seem very forgiving."

Venom chuckled, and hit the accelerator again. "Feeling nervous, love?"

"Feeling impressed that the Cascadians do not seem to care about guard rails, perhaps." The car's right mirror - still just within its lane - came within a few centimetres of the cliff wall. "Or margins for error." She looked out over the cliff the road hugged. "This countryside - it is almost painfully beautiful."

Off to the left, a series of canyons, or one long, split canyon, almost cartoonish in perfection, stepped down towards the water, a mix of steep rocky slopes and bare basalt column cliffs, volcanic, spotted with the occasional first-coloniser plants, mostly gold, some auburn, some ash, and, almost inexplicably, splashes of dark, vivid green, the green becoming dominant the further down towards the river, but really, anywhere water might run or pool or even be slowed down, even a bit, for the thirsty plants to grab it up.

"Whole bleedin' country's a bunch of picture postcards, innit?"

"Truly."

"Glad they had the sense not to muss up the view with fences." Venom floored the antique Sypder into the next hairpin curve, not quite fishtailing, not quite sliding away and to oblivion. "I can't believe we're the only ones on this road. Look at what they're missing!"

"It's not the eclipse, but it is fascinating. Perhaps the tourists are afraid of the heights," said the spider.

"You mean, it's just us 'cause they're too scared?"

"And therefore, do not deserve to see this."

"Fair cop," said the younger assassin. "Woah!" she said, surprised by the severity of yet another hairpin. "That was a tight one!"

"Be careful, we cannot crash this vehicle here - we might start a fire."

"Blimey, that'd be a right cock-up," the junior assassin replied in all sincerity. "They have fires all summer already, don't they?"

"It seems so," the senior assassin said, gesturing back towards a burnt out patch they'd driven by, some 30km before.

"Well, good thing we've got that car park all lined up."

"Indeed. Just be sure not to hit the river. Fish and gasoline do not mix."

"Easy peasy. Reach 'round, pull the body forward, will ya?"

"Certainly."

She pulled the middle-aged man forward, from the - well, it wasn't really the boot, not one worthy of the name, not in an F430 - and propped him up against the centre console, between their individual seats.

The Ferrari flew over the first river bridge, as Venom let the engine really open up. "May as well go out in a blaze of glory, y'big ugly monster," she said, made the final turn at a desperately dangerous 220kph. "Good handling, I'll give you that. Right! Whenever you're ready, love..."

"Grab hold, cherie, and ready your grapple," the Widowmaker said, grabbing her lover and launching the two of them out of the automobile. Venom kicked the wheel hard to the right, and the Spider flipped over, briefly flying, then bouncing down the road, hitting once, twice, a third time, and skidding into a gravel parking lot before bursting into flame. Widowmaker's chain retracted, pulling the two Talon agents high into the air, and just short of apogee, Venom launched her chain, and up they went again, a second arc, and again, at apogee, Widowmaker's grapple made the top of the butte, where their ship sat, concealed, and waiting.

From atop their high vantage point, they could see the local wardens rushing forward with emergency fire suppression, the wreckage of the convertible already burning itself out, the body of Roger Müller - well-known multi-millionaire playboy and less-well-known deep financier of ultra-nationalist media and neofascist politicians - already well-crisped. His remains would show a blood alcohol content well above 0.17, over twice the legal limit, but entirely in character.

"And that's why y'don't drive pissed." Venom said to her partner, cheerfully.

"That was magnificent."

"Such a shame when people overindulge, innit, love?"

Widowmaker spun on her lover, pulling her abruptly, roughly, against her own body, eyes wide and open. "Yes. Let's balance it by overindulging ourselves."

Venom shuddered with quick arousal. "Fast cars and fast kills? I like the way you think, sweet. But let's move the..."

"Now."

"So now I'm the sensible unf " - she said, as Widowmaker bit into her neck - "...we can't stay here, love. Somewhere else. The way we went south. Nobody's on that road, either."

"Fine. Bakeoven, then. How quickly can you fly us back?"

"You just saw how quick I got us here in an antique, didn't ya?"

"Point made. Go."

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Since I last posted one of these I've spent a week at a pagan festival mostly reading and a week at a cottage on a lake mostly reading. So, I figured I'd better post before my read-but-not-crossposted list gets really out of hand.

Lots of Kris Ripper and Alexis Hall in this batch.

Breaking Down (Scientific Method Universe #4) - Kris Ripper ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Ripper once again puts zir characters through the emotional ringer.

This time we get the aftermath of an offscreen sexual assault and a breakup that's painful for everyone involved. read more )

Roller Coasters (Scientific Method Universe #5) - Kris Ripper ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

This book really centers Will's struggles and insecurities about his place in Hugh and Truman's relationship, which is a thing I'd wanted (and Ripper had been working up to) for several books. read more )

The Boyfriends Tie the Knot (Scientific Method Universe #6) - Kris Ripper ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

So much going on in this book and it's all just fabulous. read more )

The Honeymoon (The Scientific Method Universe #7) - Kris Ripper ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

And with that the main arc about Will and Hugh and Truman's relationship comes to a perfect close. read more )

For Real - Alexis Hall ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

This is a fabulous BDSM romance between two characters with an 18-year age difference. I love that kind of thing, but if large age differences make you uncomfortable this book is not for you. read more )

The Art Of Three - Erin McRae & Racheline Maltese ★ ★ ★

A sweet, relatively low-drama poly romance. read more )

Spectred Isle (Green Men #1) - K.J. Charles ★ ★ ★ ★

An excellent beginning to a new series. While the romance is central and significant, this is above-all a well-built supernatural fantasy. read more )

Extremes (Scientific Method Universe #8) - Kris Ripper ★ ★ ★ ★

Short and incredibly intense. read more )

Silver Moon - Catherine Lundoff ★ ★ ★ ★

Menopausal werewolves! What's not to love? read more )

Glitterland (Glitterland #1) - Alexis Hall ★ ★ ★

There was a lot I loved about this book and a few things that really didn't work for me. read more )

Gays Of Our Lives (Queers of La Vista #1) - Kris Ripper - ★ ★ ★ ★

A charming romance with a delightfully disgruntled disabled protagonist. read more )

Aftermath (Glitterland #1.5) - Alexis Hall ★ ★ ★

A nice epilogue that ties up some dangling threads from the book, but I'm still just not in love with this couple.

Penric's Fox - Lois McMaster Bujold ★ ★ ★ ★

Probably my favourite of the Penric stories so far. Nominally a murder mystery, but there is only ever one obvious suspect. read more )

Sand and Ruin and Gold - Alexis Hall ★ ★ ★ ★

A disturbing and unsettling story about captivity and freedom and connection.

Romantic in its own way but decidedly not a romance.

In Vino - Alexis Hall ★ ★ ★ ★

Short story starring a secondary character from For Real, available for free for joining Hall's mailing list.

Fucked up, self-destructive asshole has fucked up, self-destructive and really ill-considered sex. It's like watching a train wreck. I really hot, decidedly kinky train wreck.

Fire Thief - Jordan Castillo Price ★ ★

Short story. Picked up as a first sample of a frequently-recced writer.

Enjoyable enough, but the way the love interest's disability was concealed and then revealed as if it were somehow shocking left me cold.

Shatterproof - Xen Sanders ★ ★ ★

I found this book frustrating. I liked it, but I really wanted to love it and I could just never get there. read more )

Daughter of Mystery (Alpennia #1) - Heather Rose Jones ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

I LOVED this book and I'm definitely looking forward to the next two books in the series.

Complicated, smart and constantly-surprising fantasy with a great lesbian romance. read more )

Heart of the Steal - Avon Gale & Roan Parrish ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Well, that was completely delightful.

Philanthropist who dabbles in art theft meets cute guy at a party and decides to impress him with a gift of illicitly acquired art. Cute guy turns out to be an FBI Agent. Art Crimes divisions. Eh heh heh, oops? read more )

Prosperity (Prosperity #1) - Alexis Hall ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

I keep expecting the Prosperity series to be light and airy and vaguely fluffy. Airships! Skytowns! A street urchin named Piccadilly and a crime-lord named Milord! It sounds like the fluffiest of fluff. But it's so much more. It's also complex and tangled and so fucking honest about the complexity of love and emotion and connection. read more )

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Aug. 22nd, 2017 10:19 pm
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Marja Vongerichten with Julia Turshen, The Kimchi Chronicles: Korean Cooking for an American Kitchen (2011)
Lauren Chun, The Kimchi Cookbook: 60 Traditional and Modern Ways to Make and Eat Kimchi (2012)

Read Vongerichten for a fusion tour. Read Chun to distinguish older and newer (she labels). Neither book could have existed without a family member: Vongerichten's three-star chef husband enabled the TV show on which the book rests, and Chun acknowledges the restaurant in which she was raised, though she doesn't trouble herself to credit by name the ajummas who labored in her mother's kitchen.

Both have a great grounding in writing and showing what one knows, however. Vongerichten is admirably matter-of-fact in crossing among the restaurants where she and Jean-Paul dined (thence recreated or adapted a dish), remembrances of her adoptive parents, and remembrances of her birth mother. She lived with the latter till she was three years old, then parted and re-met when she was grown. Chun studied law and worked as a wine buyer before returning to kimchi, the one thing her mother had warned her not to share with non-Koreans, which made me wonder whether we're of similar age; quite a few K Ams from the US West Coast have this story about their childhoods, without Chun's backing (or Roy Choi's) of restaurant-quality food.

(Japanese miso soup and ramen were acceptably exotic, but Japanese anything was protected by the coolness of their electronics during that mini-era. Korean food was nearly unknown even in southern California unless you lived right atop K-town or (where Chun was) Orange County's Garden Grove/Anaheim pocket. Otherwise, you were assumed Chinese, a situation aided by the fact that some Chinese restaurants served pickled cabbage, whether in their own right (northerly tradition) or because they were run by Koreans.)

quick update, mental health shtuff

Aug. 22nd, 2017 10:18 pm
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The anxiety meds appear to be working, and darn well. Once again, I get lucky on the first try. As I told Tracy the cool boss, every little thing is not the end of the world anymore. I don't *think* I'm buffered too far in the other direction, but I'm still keeping an eye on that, just in case.

The idea that the anxiety meds would help kick the previously malfunctioning depression meds back into working order seems to have legs, too. Not perfect, because nothing is when it comes to (at least my) brain's chemical imbalances, but better.

More on other subjects later. Now, I mellow out.
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1. Irishfest was... okay. I have established that without SIGNIFICANT planning for meals beforehand, I cannot do that shit anymore. Two days, max, three IF I can pack a shitload of food in so that I'm sure not to have to walk hills.

Yeah, guess where all the fucking restaurants and cafes and things are in Tosa. Down a hill! Oh and the ENTIRE DOWNTOWN was under construction, making footing occasionally questionable and traffic a fucking nightmare of trying not to DIE. While carrying a purse, water bottle, knitting bag, and fiddle. Construction also meant that either I rode the bus for an hour each way with all the aforementioned, or I got rides in while working out logistics every single fucking day.

And then I started bleeding and having migraines the second day and by the third I hit the point where I Just Couldn't with fiddle class, lest I keel over and puke in the middle of it. Which did not sound like my idea of fun.

2. Since I've been home, every fucking thing or person that can be obnoxious, uncommunicative, confusing, or downright malicious HAS BEEN.

3. The boy's grandfather is dying slow enough that every week brings new and exciting emails from the in-laws.

4. I still need to email Liz C and apologize for missing class, because I was literally on the verge of crying AND puking so I just kind of... didn't say words to people about not going. I am not looking forward to this, which means I should seriously just fucking do it and be done. ETA: oh look public accountability was the kick in the ass I needed whee go me.

5. I also need to do budget and pay a couple bills for the month, except my LastPass has decided that working is totally optional and it would be more fun to fucking lock me out. I don't even fucking know. This is the second time it's done this, I know what the pass IS, I've tried every permutation of typos I can think of and there is just fucking nothing. So I'm gonna have to do the whole long recovery saga with C as the recovery person and then it's gonna tell me that I can't set my new pass to be the same as the old one and I hate everything.

6. The universe will not FUCKING step off the braintwin for so much as half a fucking day and I'm about ready to go down there and light everyONE on fire except it involves travel which I desperately do not want to do for the next ever.

7. ...I REMEMBERED A GOOD THING we made enough for meals at Irishfest when we played Beerfest. And also I didn't get sunburnt to a crisp. I did end up spilling Gatorade all over myself in the car because some drunk and/or stupid asshole nearly backed out of their driveway into us, but in retrospect I will take that over the car getting t-boned. On my side, no less.

8. After calling TWICE to get the shit from the roofers off my FUCKING patio, C gave up and dealt with it tonight. Glad it's done, really fucking pissed that I've been wearing enough clothes to greet maintenance the past few days for no good reason.

I don't know. I am so, so tired, STILL cranky and bitey and full of PTSD, and while I'm sure there's an explanation for how hard Irishfest hit me I'm actually not sure what it IS. Probably because I don't really have the spoons to go digging, and also at this point I'm not entirely sure what would be conflated with recent fannish shit vs classes and strangers and who the fuck knows. ...granted, both classrooms baaaasically had no options that weren't sitting with my back to an open space? But that's not usually enough in and of itself. Might be enough if you take the petty cliquey bullshit of a bunch of older knitters into account. IDEK.

Mostly what I'm doing these days is getting slowly back into routines and then knitting my hands off when I can, as I have like three projects promised to S&K, one just off the needles for myself, another about halfway done for myself, and a third promised to L as soon as she picks the fucking yarn. And I also have vague gestures of a plan toward knitting the ombré waist-length cape of my DREAMS because, um, that's a thing. That I could do. Now that I know how to work this pattern.

(Actually I also have vague gestures toward starting the Bucky!jacket this fall when it cools off more, and maybe the shrug, because frankly that workshop gave me a whole shitload of faith in my ability to figure out what even with a pattern. Except the shrug requires a crochet provisional cast-on and crochet is the DEVIL I cannot fucking figure out how to chain for the LIFE of me.)

And now I'm babbling and should probably go play stupid iPhone games until my brain calms back down.
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