Spell Against Drumpf

Friday, February 24th, 2017 11:24 pm
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For those of you wishing that #45 would go away ...

"Anyone do magic out there? I guess there's a spell being cast to bind Trump worldwide at midnight (EST) tonight. So if you have an orange candle, a tarot deck, and an "unflattering photo of Trump (small)" you can join in. :-D There are instructions in this news article as well as unflattering photo of Trump (small)."

Friday Yardening

Friday, February 24th, 2017 11:11 pm
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Today I refilled the birdfeeders. Then I mulched around the contorta willow and started putting mulch around the big maple near the house.

I have miniature Dutch iris blooming now, along with snowdrops and a few more forsythia blossoms. :D

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Poem: "Black Mollies"

Friday, February 24th, 2017 02:03 pm
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This poem is spillover from the December 6, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] alatefeline. It also fills the "Black Mollies" square in my 12-1-16 card for the iPod Shuffle Music Fest Bingo. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

WARNING: This poem contains intense material that some readers may find unsettling. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Shiv gets saddled with babysitting a toddler, which he is not prepared for and finds triggering. He actually can function while flashbacking, but it is not fun. The poem includes unwilling childcare duty, painfully inept attempts at babysitting, poor self-image, extreme anxiety causing significant physical symptoms, panic attacks, difficulty thinking, general freaking out, desperate begging for help from Dr. G, a lot of foul language only some of which is self-censored partway through, Shiv has no idea how to take care of a toddler, but he gets most of it surprisingly okay and there is no permanent damage, Shiv has utterly no grasp of how real sharing is supposed to work, boundary issues so many boundary issues, also some safety issues, lots of hints about Shiv's utterly horrible past, resistance to talking about anything remotely connected with sex, Shiv is terrified that he'll wind up abusing kids if he is around any, anxiety over making mistakes, abandonment issues, extreme potty panic due to Shiv's past sexual and other abuse, self-bullying, jealousy, age-switching, craft challenges, my supervillain has a pretty princess bathroom, half-sane half-scrambled gender issues, reference to outside teasing, inability to sit still, running on the stairs, Shiv's taste in cartoons is not entirely child-safe, children's songs are incredibly violent if you really listen to the lyrics, Buttons isn't sure whether to be grateful for the babysitting or pissed at Shiv's methods so she does both, which drives Shiv up a wall, clinginess, avoidance, clueless Shiv is clueless, aftermath anxiety, and other stress. This poem is likely to be uncomfortable for abuse survivors and possibly also parents. There is actually a lot of fluff, though, and aside from being a completely nerve-wracking experience for Shiv, it goes well enough that Jaxon likes him. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding whether this is something you want to read. It's a point in Shiv's process of coping with his abusive past, so it's plot-relevant, but shouldn't leave an unavoidably huge hole in the main storyline if you skip it.

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MARKED - *whisper* They know where she lives

Friday, February 24th, 2017 09:15 pm
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MARKED - 4.3

Nilien bit her lip. She looked down at Ember, who turned to look at her. “A tracking mark? So whoever put it on me, no matter where I am, they can find me?”

“That’s the idea. Sometimes students do things like that as a prank, dear. It’s probably nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing,” Nilien repeated numbly.

You do not think it is nothing, do you? Ember’s ears raked back.

“No, I —” she turned to look at Professor Vaudelle. “Could it be, I mean, might it have been done by the assassin, professor?”

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The Harp Twins are crowdfunding new harps. (Remember, they need two of everything. Yikes.) At the concert we saw, they had acoustic pedal harps, and electic lever harps. Now they're saving for electroacoustic pedal harps, which will have special effects pedals along with the usual ones for changing the pitch. Pay close attention to the status: $13,615 of $6,000 goal.  $6000 was the amount they were short of the downpayment for having the harps made, after saving money on their own.  The overage all goes toward the monthly payments, which are also large.  So the more, the merrier.  If you've got a few bucks to spare, chip in and let there be more harping!

I have to say, my farmemory makes this all the more squeeworthy.  Concert harps were exciting enough -- the classic harps could only be repitched with a tuning key.  Special effects pedals?  My historic and futuristic aspects are both geeking out at the same time, and that almost never happens.  :D

The Funeral - a beginning of a tale

Friday, February 24th, 2017 01:48 pm
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This started out as something else, but it appears like in addition, it wants to be a murder mystery. Fae apoc, pre-apoc era, possibly 2010.

Senga didn’t believe it until she saw the body. Ellehemaei did not die very often, and they almost never died of natural causes; until she did a very quiet Working on the body itself, she was still working under the assumption that this was some trick of her Great-Aunt Mirabella’s.

The confirmation that it was real took her breath away. She walked past the body again, looking at what her diagnosis told her more than the corpse. Natural causes? Well, hawthorn was natural, she supposed, and her aunt was chock full of it.

“Miss Attenoin? Do please come to my office at noon. There’s the will reading.” The suited man stank of lawyer, and his suit stank of money. No surprise, considering her great-aunt. But...

“The will?” Senga frowned. “Great-Aunt Mirabella and I weren’t all that close…”
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Poem: "Just Over the Horizon"

Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 08:20 pm
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This poem is spillover from the November 8, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] sweet_sparrow. It also fills the "recreation" square in my 10-4-16 card for the Games and Sports Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Cassandra thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

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Thursday Yardening

Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 04:54 pm
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Today I planted two goji berry bushes in the savanna hedgerow along the road.  Then I put the water jug greenhouses over them, and mulched around them.

While working in the mulch pile, I unearthed a toad, and carefully re-covered him.  <3 my detritus food chain!  Worms everywhere while digging, too.

Honeysuckles, crabapples, and privets are beginning to leaf out.  Some daffodils have buds now.  The first of the forsythias by the garage are blooming a few sprigs.  Snowbells are blooming in the white garden.  :D

Love Meme: Beryl and Stone

Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 03:38 pm
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The meme is here: Give me the names of two characters and I will tell you why character A loves character B.

Here is [personal profile] kelkyag's third prompt. Beryl and Stone are from the Aunt Family.


Beryl knew how most girls at school were with their big brothers.

In her opinion, much of that was because their big brothers were big jerks, but she had noticed that was the way family dynamics seemed to flow, outside of the Family.

(She made an informal study of such things, because she didn't really want to marry a cousin, should she end up marrying someone, and so she didn't want to be lost the way her father said he'd been, way back when.)

But Stone wasn't like that. Stone helped her with her homework, and, once, showed her how to cast a charm so her worst bully tripped over his feet every time he got close. And they talked about spellwork together, and she showed him secret tarot spreads and tricks with the tea leaves.

She told him Maddy Spinner was no good for him, too, but she was pretty sure any sister would've done that.

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MARKED - The plot, er, well, this is plot, isn't it?

Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 07:33 pm
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MARKED - 4.2

Nilien smiled uncertainly at Professor Vaudelle. “Actually, Professor, speaking of that…”

“Yes, dear? I imagine Hestinger didn’t bring you all the way down here to pick out a treatise to read, at least not this early in your studies, did he? And it’s unlikely he’s testing your ability to not get lost in this place; he’s not the sort to do that.”

“He pointed out landmarks…” Professor Vaudelle’s logic was leaving Nilien a little lost. “So I don’t think he was trying to get me lost. No, he said you might be able to help with something about magic sight.”

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Poise-oned, a commissioned continuation

Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 09:19 am
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After Poise, to [personal profile] thnidu's commissioned continuation.

The question of was I poisoned was not as easy to answer as one might assume.

I did not, say, keel over (that is, turn my bottom over top) and die. But as I said, sometimes someone can poison your mind as well as just your body.

I knew I had what it took. My displays were perfect. My speech sounded unrehearsed and off-the-cuff and covered exactly everything I needed it to with no stuttering or humming or hawing. And the core product was sound. More than sound, it was brilliant and necessary.

But as I walked into that building - chin up, laptop bag in hand, looking like a million bucks and walking like I owned that place - I was secretly terrified. Five people had turned it down. Six of my friends had told me it was a long shot. Seven relatives had laughed in my face. To sum it up: I had been poisoned in my mind. I was ready, or I wanted to be ready, to make this presentation.

But was I ready? The doubts crowded onto the bus with me, shoved for a place in the elevator with me. I looked prepared. I looked proper. I looked prosperous. (Three more words that had no root in common, much to my surprise).

I was terrified.

I made my posture perfect. I smiled sweetly. I swallowed as if to bring more of that potion of poise into my body, into my mind.

I ran over all of my lines. I debated pertinent points sub-vocally. I told myself, once again, that my product was predestined to win this contact.

And in the back of my head, the poison continued to war with the potion. I was poised — but I was tainted by doubt. Two different sorts of weight were pulling at me.

The situation was grave, and it deserved gravity. Yet I found myself giggling. Here I was, pulling in two directions by the same thing — by a potion. By a great weight.

And that, my friends, was the lift I needed. The giggle, the laugh — the joke. By the time I left the elevator I had cut the strings weighing me to the criticism and doubt — if only temporarily, for those strings are very persistent — and I was buoyed up, walking on air, poised but yet no longer poisoned.

But had it even been poison? For if it had not been for that pun, I may not have been smiling, they might not have smiled, and the day might not have been won.

Funny things, potions and words, both.

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Poem: "Best Measured in Friends"

Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 06:20 am
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This poem is spillover from the February 7, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from Anonymous on Dreamwidth. It also fills the "talk with a friend" square in my 2-1-17 Platonic card for the Valentines Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Officer Pink thread of the Polychrome Heroics series. Note that these events take place shortly after Turq and Ansel meet, concerning one of Turq's cohort.

Warning: This poem contains some intense stuff. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It features homelessness, disconnection, feelings of loss and despair, depression due to mad science torture, shame, references to computer hacking, poverty, sleep disturbances, difficulty asking for help, and other challenges. Nebuly is a mess, because everyone who survived Carl Bernhardt's attention is a mess, but he's doing a little better now. This poem captures a turning point when friends become family of choice. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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Wednesday Ramblings

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2017 11:50 pm
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Today we met up with my folks in Champaign-Urbana.  So they have their batch of poetry from the half-price sale.  \o/  We had lunch together too.

The main goal was making a major stockup run at Sam's Club.  We got a ton of food, some garden soil for leveling low spots, and a very cool garden cart.  We'll be making sloppy joe mix and keema, having picked up ingredients for those recipes.

We also stopped at Harvest Market.  They had more jackfruit, yay!  \o/  These were whole, about the size of a watermelon, but could be cut, so I got three big slices.  My plan is to make bread pudding and ice cream.  One of the employees also tipped us to the availability of barbecue jackfruit, which is made from the green fruit, so we got some of that to try also.  :D  They also had some shortbread cooking which turned out to be amazingly tasty and tender.  We did not, strictly speaking, need to buy a carton of cookies and half a gallon of farm-fresh chocolate milk, but after several hours of hiking around and buying healthy food, we decided that we deserved a treat.

Poem: "A Slow Ripening Fruit"

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2017 07:59 pm
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This poem came out of the December 6, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] kyleri. It also fills the "Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right" square in my 12-1-16 card for the IPod Shuffle Music fest. This poem has been sponsored by [livejournal.com profile] starcat_jewel. It belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

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MARKED - Can't someone just give her a map

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2017 06:32 pm
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MARKED - 4.1

“Professor Vaudelle’s office is just down this hall. Now, when you come back, it helps if you use landmarks. See, here’s this door with the stripes of stone and metal in it.” Professor Hestinger pointed out a doorway. “That used to be Professor Marein’s office, and nobody wants to change it, so it stays that way. It helps tell you which way you’re going, though. And then here’s the old archway with the tiny gargoyles carved into it. It’s a little out of place back here, so it's easy to recognize. And here’s Professor Vaudelle’s office.” He knocked on what looked like a plain, ordinary door.

“Hestinger! Come on in. And who’s the student?” A clear, high, cheerful-sounding voice came through the door as if it wasn’t there.

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Judaism and Special Needs

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2017 12:18 pm
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[personal profile] gingicat tipped me to this online resource for Jewish teaching and special needs.  In addition to helping Jewish families with special needs, this is also useful for anyone who has Jewish friends.

Poem: "The Outcome of Vulnerability"

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2017 03:25 am
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This poem is from the July 19, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] eseme, [personal profile] redsixwing, and [personal profile] heartsinger. It also fills the "cuddling" square in my 7-16-16 card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [livejournal.com profile] starcat_jewel. It belongs to the Antimatter and Stalwart Stan thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem contains some intense topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It features homework about intimate relationships, extreme embarrassment, inconvenient-but-not-inappropriate erections, Lawrence suggesting that Stan is demisexual, Stan flibbering some more, Lawrence calling Mr. Marshall to rearrange the assignment a bit, Lawrence talking with Stuart about privacy issues, Stuart is a mensch but Stan is really about to die of embarrassment now, intimate discussions, Stan is right this is pr0n for demis, reference to animal death, reference to death in the family, painful discussion of finances, Stan's sense of self-worth has a big chink there, offstage masturbation, Lawrence is bemused by Stuart again, but Stuart is such a mensch, and other challenging stuff. But it is mostly a great big ball of gay fluff. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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