This month's theme was "Is there a word for that feeling?" I worked from 12:15 PM to 6 AM, so about 15 hours 45 minutes, allowing for lunch and supper breaks. I wrote 9 poems on Tuesday and another 16 later in the week, for a total of 25.
Participation was a little higher, with 38 comments on LiveJournal and another 45 on Dreamwidth. Please welcome new prompter society_of_antisocialites.
Buy some poetry! If you plan to sponsor some poetry but haven't made up your mind yet, see the unsold poetry list for July 5, 2016. That includes the title, length, price, and the original thumbnail description for the poems still available.
All currently sponsored poems from this session have been posted. This time there were four donors: janetmiles, Anthony and Shirley Barrette, and LJ user Ng_moonmoth.
Why do people never want to tell you their middle name like who gives a **** its not a nuclear launch code its your **** name
reblog with your middle name in the tags
Actually, the practice dates back to the reason we have middle names in the first place!
Some time around the dark ages, everyone believed in witchcraft and wizardry, like ya do. A big principle of magic was the idea of “true names.” If a spellcaster knew your full name, they could do whatever the **** they wanted to you. Of course, people didn’t want that, but there were enough people with the same first names that you had to give people your surname as well, to avoid confusion.
The solution? A secret name in the middle that you don’t tell anyone (unless you believe that they’re not able to do magic and/or you trust them enough that if they DID do magic, you’d be fine).
this is some death note ****
But honestly though, I make it a practice to find out people’s middle names because they DO have power. None of this spell stuff, but listen.
If you’re not listening to me or not taking me seriously and I need your attention NOW, the second I go “SARAH ELIZABETH BROWN” you better believe I’ve got what I want.
It works on everyone, no matter the age or gender or race. It’s like some part of their brain turns into a four-year-old with their hand in the cookie jar. It’s great.
…which is basically the explanation given in The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland!
I haven't posted here in a while. Life's been very very busy. A lot of the stuff that isn't mine or Brent's is out of the house now, or consolidated into two-ish rooms and the enclosed-garage-turned-shop. It helps! It really does. Now we just have to figure out flooring and the like.
This is the idea for the gigantic living room. It's an epoxy floor covering, very durable. It's going to take four kits to cover all of it.
This is the idea for the unused foyer and the gaming room (which is what used to be the dining room). We're not sure about the rest of the house, but it's definitely not going to be carpet. We have cats. I have long hair. Not a good idea.
I went to the podiatrist yesterday. It was a referral visit from my usual nurse practitioner, Lisa. She's super.
...but it does not currently "archive" fanart (or anything besides text-based fanworks). You can embed and list other fanworks there in an index, but they are *not* preserved.
I want to headdesk every time I see some Tumblr post advising people to back up their "fanworks" to AO3 in the current round of freakouts over Tumblr's corporate overlords and their possible agendas, that pretends as if everything worked like fanfic.
I have fanart on AO3 that will be broken image links if Tumblr goes down, because I embedded some from Tumblr when my own website was particularly glitchy.
In February I went to visit my friend pharis and was very nearly twenty-four hours delayed on a three-day visit, because of weather shenanigans -- in the end I managed to get to an airport only two hours away from where I was supposed to be, and she gamely drove four hours after a full day of work to come get me that night.
Now today I was supposed to spend a day with pharis and tinzelda, on our way to Con.txt, but apparently I should just not plan on flying to meet up with pharis, like, ever. I got to the Montreal airport at eight this morning, and at six pm I'd only gotten as far as Toronto. My connecting flight was delayed, delayed, and finally canceled for weather shenanigans.
But it could be much worse! They auto-rebooked me on a flight to tinzelda's home city tomorrow night, which would have meant either that the two of them would have to miss a whole day of the con to meet me, or I'd have been stranded in her home city trying to figure out how to get to the con. But I called the airline and was very nice and very plaintive, and although absolutely nothing was available to anywhere in greater DC tonight, I managed to get re-rebooked on a flight to National at 7:30 am tomorrow. Which is perfect for getting to the con, though having to be back at the airport at 5:30 am tomorrow is not so great after having had only five hours of sleep last night (we had to get Geoff's mom to the airport at 6:30; then he and I went out for breakfast before dropping me off).
Because it was a weather delay, the airline didn't offer me a voucher or anything, so I did some online research in the terminal (what's close, cheap, has a 24-hour airport shuttle, and probably won't give me bedbugs?), and ended up at a perfectly suitable TraveLodge. And when I arrived I was nice about having to wait while the front desk guy dealt with an unrelated difficulty, and his manager took over checking me in and knocked twenty percent off the room price.
So now I am comfortably ensconced, planning to get takeout for dinner from either the hotel restaurant or the diner dive across the street, and then to take a long hot shower and climb into bed.
I’ve hit my minimum word count. Now I just have to find my way to an ending. I think I might know what the last line will be, but I might be wrong. I don’t see any chance that I’m getting this beta read before I post it because I’d like to post it before I go to bed this evening, and it’s 7 p.m. now. Even if I was completely done, I think things would be too tight for finding someone to look at something so potentially squicky/triggery.
* Pierce Brown - Red Rising extract Seems like competent post-apocalyptic YA writing, I may pick up more at some point.
* Brian Niemeyer - Strange Matter A rather weak _Groundhog Day_ knock-off in which the protagonist gives up on saving the world in order to get laid (but he can always save it later, a break's probably not a bad idea. Not acknowledged by the story though!).
* Brian Niemeyer - Nethereal Effortlessly dull fantasy of the type that feels like a perpetual memory test of made-up names. Didn't care, gave up.
* Alyssa Wong - Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers * Alyssa Wong - The Fisher Queen * Alyssa Wong - Sampos de Sanpaguitas * Alyssa Wong - Scarecrow Creepy supernatural stories told from the POV of someone who is a non-human being or is turning into one. Well-written and effective.
I'm here at con_txt ! After the zaniness of the last month, and really the last three months, I'm really excited to get away from everything and hang with fans.
I'm so out of the habit of posting that I don't know what else to say.
We meant to go see Ghostbusters this week, but IMDB and the movie theater weren't talking to each other about movie times so we ended up seeing Star Trek Beyond instead. I have to say my expectations were rock bottom, but I liked it a lot, and it rekindled my fannish feels about the movies in complete opposition for the way that Into Darkness killed them. ( short, general impressions, no real spoilers )
I'm so out of practice writing that I barely have any ideas, so if you have Jim/Bones prompts send them my way. I'll see what I can do.
I'm wondering if anyone in the vast knowledge of my flists might know the answer to this--searching has given me nothing. I've spent over an hour trying to poke around on my iPad and turn things off to see if it helped, and nothing's working.
I have beta'd for someone using google docs on my iPad twice now, and the first time everything was a piece of cake, it worked really well for me because I can't sit at a computer for long, so I could read lying down and comment as necessary. This time, though, it was doing this weird thing that baffles me: it was slow as molasses, taking time to register each letter I typed as though it was searching for something, and then it was trying to autofill contact names I didn't even recognize. I eventually just started randomly typing in names to see if it was their contacts list or mine, and it looks like they are really really old contacts I don't even much remember--probably people who wrote back in the very early days of email. They're not even people I have in a contacts list, just…random people I don't even recognize for the most part.
I can't find anything about this in a search. I've turned off iCloud (kind of irrelevant, because it's my old email address, and I don't use it, because it won't let me change my email address for love or money), I've turned off the ability to access contacts, I've got locatin sharing off, basically anything I can think of. Nothing changes. It still randomly pops up with that little circle that iOS now gives you of contacts, with their initials, and the name and email address, trying to insert that into the comments I'm trying to leave on the google doc.
I'd like to use this if someone asks me to beta for them again, but not if this is going to be the case, because it's a level of maddening I can't quite deal with. I'm updating the OS right now, but I don't have a lot of hope that'll change. I can't figure out why it worked so well before (and works just fine on the computer and laptop), but won't let me comment on the iPad without trying to insert an email contact from someone I'm not even in contact with.
(And no, the person who's sent these has never seen this either. It seems to just be happening to me.) Has anyone else encountered this? It's freaking bizarre.
Story Title: Lives Flipped Upside Down Fandom: Sherlock/St. Trinian’s Link(s):AO3 Summary: Sherlock braves going back to St. Trinian’s to get Kelly’s help with a case. During the course of the case Sherlock finds a young girl to mentor, Kelly has to return to the life she gave up and Annabelle has to make a choice as to just how far she will go to keep her girls safe. Warnings None Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Kelly Jones, Annabelle Fritton, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper and an OFC Pairings: Kelly Jones/Annabelle Fritton & Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper When I Started: December 17th, 2013 How I Lost My Shit: I ended up having a lot of personal stuff happen, and I just lost interest in this story and this series in general. How I Finished My Shit I’d had an idea in my head of where I wanted it to go for the last few years, but once I really got into writing the Sherlolly ship (and my friend who I write the series for started asking for Sherlolly fic from me last year) I started thinking I could work it into the series, which I did with a shorter one shot earlier this year, and then when I sat down to really work on this for the big bang I got hit with the idea of Sherlock staying at the school for a time, and maybe bringing back one or two old St. Trinian’s character’s into the series once Kelly had to leave for a bit, and then the ending finally came together and I was able to finish it.
Donald Trump Jr. suggested Thursday that Barack Obama's speech in Philadelphia Wednesday night lifted a line from his Republican National Convention remarks, pointing out that both addresses contained the line "That's not the America I know."
Asked about federal immigration raids on homes and businesses, Clinton blasted raids that she said have left children and babies with no one to take care of them: "That is not the America I know. That is against American values."
"For way too long the system has been gamed," Mr. Perry said. "It's been gamed from Wall Street to K Street. Big banks get bailed out and small businesses get shut down. That's not the America I know. We're better than that."
A president who boldly claimed it was his goal to rid the world of nuclear weapons will have a legacy of nuclear proliferation. All because he places his trust in a regime that is the leading sponsor of state terrorism, in the word of radicals, in inspections that can be easily manipulated. My friends, this is not the America I know.
I'm sure that a more thorough search will turn up dozens of other examples, and thousands of examples of "this|that|it is not the X I know", where X has some value other than America. As I pointed out in 2004, "this|that|it is not the X I know" is (an especially short example) of a what we've called a snowclone, namely a sort of meme-ified cliché.
Do you think that Donald J. Trump Jr. really believes that he invented the phrase, or is he just trolling?
Update — NBC News and the Washington Post find a number of other examples, back to "a top official in the Drug Enforcement Administration, David Westrate, who said at a National Press Club speech in 1989: 'My conclusion from that is that that really was not the America that I know.'"
Malarkey rose to the top of our look-ups on the evening of July 27th, 2016, after Vice-President Joseph Biden used the word in a speech at the Democratic National Convention.
“He is trying to tell us he cares about the middle class. Give me a break. That is a bunch of malarkey.” —Joe Biden, quoted on Politico.com, 27 July 2016
Trend Watch observes that
Biden does indeed appear to have an affinity for this word, with dozens of recorded uses over the course of his time in the public eye, stretching back to at least 1983. […] In addition to newspaper reports of Biden using malarkey, there is a considerable body of citational evidence demonstrating his use of the word in Congressional and Senate hearings.
But, the article continues,
No one is certain where malarkey comes from, although a number of possible etymologies (such as it having descended from a Greek word, an Irish surname, or various forms of slang) have been proposed. Although the linguistic origins of malarkey are shrouded in doubt, we are fairly certain of its geographic roots: all of our initial evidence for this word comes from North America in the early 1920s.
Indeed the challenger has been so unimpressive in public that a coterie of volunteer pallbearers has made a practice of attending all workouts at the dog track and laughing immoderately at every move the Latin makes. They seem to think he is a lot of ‘malarkey,’ as it were. —New Castle News (New Castle, PA), 8 Sept., 1923
Some attempt has been made to account for the defeat of the United States hockey team by the Canadians in the Olympic games by declaring that the result was the fruit of team work rather than individual brilliancy. This is so much malarkey, according to the best informed sources. —The Evening Review (Liverpool, OH), 12 Feb., 1924
The OED's entry, updated in June 2000, gives a bit more detail about the murky origins:
A surname Mullarkey , of Irish origin, exists, but no connection is known between any person of that name and this word. Another suggested etymology is from modern Greek μαλακός soft, or its derivative μαλακία , in fig. use (see malacian.).
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The collected poems from my descent into madness year spent writing daily poems are now available from Lulu as the cheapest 330-page book they would let me make ($16.20). If that's too pricey, you can also get it from Lulu as a free download, or just click on the "a poem every day" tag to read them here. But if you did buy one, that'd be awesome.