resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
Me: So I stay up way, way too late.
Kidlet: Uh-huh.
Me: So late. Trying so hard to make myself get up and go to bed.
Kidlet: Uh-huh.
Me: So today I open my laptop, and what I've typed into my Google search field is: "How is John Legend so handsome?"
Kidlet: That late, huh?
resonant: It feels so good. (So good)

Back when LiveJournal roamed the earth, I first started working on a nonfannish human/alien novella which was described by one beta as “strangely sweet” and by another as “strangely sexy.”

Well, Evernight Publishing today released “Exog,” and you can find it on Evernight’s site here. (Also debuting Peale McDaniel as my name when I’m an erotic romance writer.)

If you’re one of the people who believed in it back then, then thank you!
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Apparently nowadays when you find a dead bat in your living space, the public health authorities really want you to bring it in immediately for rabies testing, or refrigerate it until you can do so.

And if, instead, you flung it out on the lawn to decay ... well, the public health authorities want everyone who slept in that house to have a series of rabies shots. On account of bat bites being painless and leaving nearly no visible marks.

At least they don't do the shots in the belly any more. Three on the arms, four on the butt, and three more emergency room visits to come. I don't even like to think about how much this is going to cost.

So fridge that bat, friends. You'll be glad you did.
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This morning I was late for church because I had to remove a dead bat from the den of the Spousehouse before the kittencake had a chance to get at it.

(We knew there were bats in the attic -- in the belfry, as it were -- but we have no idea how this one came to be in the main house.)

And last week we actually turned the car around so the spouse could go back and rescue a turtle (ok, I guess strictly speaking a tortoise?) who was crossing the street on a narrow causeway where there was noplace for cars to avoid it. I was sitting in the car watching, and that turtle was literally running to avoid being caught. But the spouse caught it and put it in the grass near the river. Grass near the river is exactly what's on both sides of the street; I have no idea what the critter thought it was going to find on the other side.
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I have just literally booked myself a vacation day to spend filling out college financial aid paperwork.
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
I gave blood this week. You know how they give you that list of countries that have cautions related to them? -- don't donate if you were in the UK during these years, if you've been in these African countries, if you've received a transfusion or donor organ in this part of Europe?

Yeah, the U.S. is on that list now. (If you've been in Broward County, Florida, recently, you can only give blood IN Broward County, because of Zika.)

Do any of y'all find yourselves imagining telling things to historians or is it just me?

Snape art

Jul. 2nd, 2016 02:14 pm
resonant: otter floating on its back, eating a clam. Text: KEEP CLAM (keep clam)
Familiar (8 words) by barbana
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape
Additional Tags: Art

Inspired by Resonant's story "The Familiar"

Barbana's lovely illustration for The Familiar is now on AO3!
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
The fare is cheap and all can go.
The rich and poor are there.
No second class aboard this train,
No difference in the fare.
Get on board, chirren,
Get on board, chirren,
Get on board, chirren,
Where there's room for many a more.

I was just listening to the Fisk Jubilee Chorus and it occurred to me that all those gospel and country-gospel songs about trains were probably written when trains were new.

Think how cheesy it would be right now to write a gospel song about how we could all use our iPhones to find Jesus on the internet.

Just goes to show, (a) time converts some cheese to gold, or else (b) the gospel writers of the past were just fundamentally better than we are.
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I can never resist song-related memes, for some reason. I got this one from [personal profile] nestra. I thought it worked out pretty well. The third stanza especially appeals to me.

Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first song is the title.

I'm Not Afraid

If there's a smile upon my face
rise up, my darling
we have walked in ancient times
oh, fare you well
you left me a horse from Texas

as we were a-sailing
look at us, darling, up all night
oh, winds of the north
I'll tell me ma
well rung, Tom, boy
all hail the pow'r of Jesus' name

I was trying to find my way home
a gentleman was passing by
Boney was a warrior
you are a splendid butterfly

raise a little hell
if you do want me
lost love
ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon
for all the saints who from their labors rest
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
Because it's cold and I just had to buy a car I didn't want ...

Has the Austen pro fanfic industry produced any tolerable books on the life of Charlotte Collins?
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
They totaled the car. I am literally emailing the nearest Carmax location and going, "How many sky-blue Elantras, 2011-2016, with less than 40K miles can you line up for me to test-drive in one day?"

One of my co-workers is leaving the country and another is recovering from surgery, so I'm being trained for two new accounts. I've also switched cell phone carriers and upgraded my iPhone. Unfortunately, setting up the phone, learning the accounts, and handling insurance and car purchase are all using pretty much the same part of my brain, and that part is turning to moosh.

Maybe I'll spend this weekend, like, coloring mandalas or something.
resonant: Seal doing facepalm (Seal of Disapproval)
I would love it if I never again had to begin a phone message or email with the words, "First of all, we're all OK and no one is hurt ..."

I wrecked my car on Sunday because some irresponsible oik of a tractor-trailer driver left a spare tire in the middle of the lane on a twisty, shoulderless section of Iowa 52. On the coldest day of the year, I stood and watched my beloved sky-blue-lavender Hyundai bleed its oil and antifreeze all over the overpass, and now I'm on tenterhooks waiting for the insurance company to tell me whether they're going to pay for repairs or total it.

If you're inclined to exercise your pull with the universe, the decision I want is "pay for repairs." I was planning to get another twelve years out of that car; in no way do I have the money to buy a new one. I love that car. And they don't make that color any more.

(Possibly I've used up all my allotment of good luck in the fact that no one was hurt and the fact that the kidlet wasn't driving. I don't want the universe to think I'm not grateful for both of those things, because am I ever.)

By the way, did you know that tenterhooks are hooks used to stretch wool to dry? Knowing that makes the sensation that much more vivid.
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
I love so many things about Christmas, even though it's always kind of a rush and it involves more extrovert stuff than I'm really comfortable with. I love the music, and the food, and all the many opportunities to be creative (cooking, making crafty homemade presents, gift-wrapping, decorating, even choosing cards). People do daily December posts or write fannish Advent calendars. Yuletide.

And then it's over ... and there's just the season of long nights and sniffles and snow-shoveling, boots leaving puddles everywhere, having to put on a coat to take the garbage out, and months to get through before the farmer's market opens in June.

So I want to throw open an invitation here: Share your favorite pleasures of winter! Share recipes! Share stories of your family, born or found! Tell me what you look forward to doing every year. Give me excuses to make things out of paper or fabric, or to cook show-offy foods, or to put something else up when the tree comes down. Invent a reason why a person would post every day or try to time a story specifically to the slow months of winter. (If it's not winter where you are, gloat if you must.)

I'll start with one thing that I do look forward to every year: the citrus fruit that the high school music department sells in January. There is no orange better than a January band orange.
resonant: A crow with something in its mouth. Text: KEEP CALM AND CARRION (keep calm and carrion)
Well, it's six months now since the spouse became a pastor and our marriage became weekends-plus-Wednesday-dinners.

We've done crazy things like this before. When we first got married, the only job I could find was 90 miles away, so we rented a house halfway in between and split the commute. And of course in recent years we've been separated frequently so that we could coordinate his grad school with the kidlet's middle school and high school.

None of it was unbearable. But looking back, I'm beginning to think we were all sold a bill of goods on the subject of the Two-Career Couple.

Read more... )
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Since the kidlet identified themself as agender a while back, I've been noticing gendered language even more than I did before. And one thing I've noticed is how often customer-service politeness seems to call for identifying the genders of your customers and then calling them by it.

"How are you ladies doing?" "If you'll step right this way, ladies ..." "Would you ladies prefer a table or a booth?" "Did you ladies find everything all right?" Before, I had never had reason to notice this, but it happens nearly every day.

Why go to the small but nonzero risk of really offending someone by calling them the wrong gender, when it's so easy to address a group as "folks" (or "y'all" if you're in the right part of the country), or simply not to name the group at all?

I doubt anyone is thinking, "I'll give 'em a case of stereotype threat -- when I remind 'em that they're just females, they'll remember their place." But it wouldn't surprise me if at least some of these folks are thinking, "Treat 'em like ladies and they'll behave like ladies," which amounts to much the same thing.


Sep. 8th, 2015 06:56 pm
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
Remember this kid? The one who filled paper cones with 'nutmeggan treats' for Christmas?

Yeah, this kid starts Driver's Ed tomorrow.


Our refrigerator is not refrigerating, possibly since Friday. (We were down in Spousetown all weekend.) I'm much more cheerful about this than you might expect -- because it's the landlord's responsibility to fix or replace it.

Tonight I finally gave in and cleaned it out, and discovered that everything's texture had been transformed in the most disgusting way possible: the milk had turned to yogurt, the yogurt to salad, and the salad to soup.


Last Sunday someone fainted at the spouse's church. I've seen this happen before (hot weather, thought-she-was-over-that-virus) and am always impressed by how calm and competent congregations are.

This time, though, I was privy to something that may happen every time: the pastor coming down to whisper to his wife, "Do you have any idea what I'm supposed to do now?"

(Intercessory prayer. It's always a good time for intercessory prayer.)
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from [personal profile] china_shop, because I miss you kitties daily even though I can't seem to sustain a posting habit.

So what have you been up to?
Nearly everything is going under major life changes; aside from that, mostly working and driving. I did take a long road trip with my mom, which was lovely.

Also, the kidlet and I are volunteering at the animal shelter, or, to put it another way, we perform the public service of petting cats a couple of evenings a week.

Major life changes? Same old same old?
Where even to begin ...

The spouse is done with school, ordained, and working as a Presbyterian pastor.

Unfortunately, his job is in a town of 3,000 an hour away. So from Sunday afternoon to Friday afternoon, the kidlet and I live in a quite tiny but rather charming duplex in New City, and on the weekends we live with the spouse and the cat in a rambling, eccentric, amazing 1800-vintage house provided by the church.

The church is tiny and friendly and sweet, though a bit less progressive than we would prefer.

The kidlet is 16, getting ready to be a junior in high school, and has come out as agender this year. The kidlet prefers the pronoun 'they,' but I spent four years in journalism school and find a singular 'they' kind of painful, so I'm trying to avoid pronouns altogether. This is easier when talking to the kidlet than when talking about the kidlet. Aside from wrestling with gender, the kidlet is writing fantasy and science fiction, singing, drawing, studying physics, and generally making my brain feel old.

Professionally, I'm in a frustrating place. I'm still working at Teranerd. Generally I like the company, but a massive round of layoffs shook me up; I'm bored with the work I do; also, this job won't stay in this location forever, and I have no desire to go to Minnesota when it moves. I'd like to get project management certified, but I feel like I have zero energy to devote to studying for the exam.

I adore New City and could easily settle here for good, but somehow I'm not making friends here. (Well, normally I'd be using weekends and church to look for friends, but my weekends and my church are both happening in Spouseville.)

What fandom are you in/do you spend most of your time in?
I really miss having a fandom. [personal profile] astolat writes Fast & Furious, so I read Fast & Furious; [identity profile] writes Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, so I read Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. I'm much looking forward to Marvel-universe movies but not feeling particularly fannish about them.

Where do you hang out online?
Here, if anywhere. I abandoned my old Tumblr because I couldn't handle the constant undertone of judgment and imminent attack; the kidlet helped me carefully curate a new one that subscribed to basically nothing but the kidlet's own page, some baby-animal pages, Important Birds, Ursula Vernon's personal page, Reapersun, and Iguanamouth.

What are you reading?
Lots of nonfiction about the Mississippi River, which might or might not end up being research for something fictional. I highly recommend Lee Sandlin's Wicked River: The Mississippi When Last It Was Wild.

What are you watching?
Marvel movies. The kidlet makes me look at Homestuck vids sometimes.

What are you making?
I think maybe I'm fallow? Because I'd hate to think I'd just run dry.

What are you squeeing about today?
The dumbo octopus.

If you could rope old fandom friends into a new fandom, it would be.....
I'm waiting for someone to rope me in!

I should really watch/read/dive into _______ and then come talk to you about it!
Something fantastic that I don't already know about.

What else is on your mind?
If my life were a film, all this change would happen in a nice neat montage. But I'm in the middle of it, and it's occupying pretty much all the energy I've got.
resonant: Cat in crown. Text: Is mah birfda. (birfda cat)
One jar of lemon curd whipped thoroughly with 1 1/2 sticks of soft unsalted butter makes a really tasty lemon frosting. (And I don't even like frosting.) Stir in a bit of honey if it's too sour for you. Yum.
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
I guess it's either memes or no content at all.

From [personal profile] spikedluv. Strong=yes, emph=sort of.


I am 5’4" or shorter.
I have many scars.
I tan easily. (I had a tan once! It was my senior year of high school! I've never forgotten it.)
I wish my hair was a different color. My hair is mostly gray, and what I really wish is that (1) I didn't feel like it would be a professional liability to stop coloring it, and (2) I didn't feel like it would be a professional liability to put a purple streak in it.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo.
I am self-conscious about my appearance. Maybe a little? I'm aware that I'm neither thin nor young, but most of the time I don't care very much. I'm self-conscious about being kind of a sloppy dresser and spilling food on my clothes.
I’ve had braces.
I wear glasses.
I’d get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.
I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger. Repeatedly, when I was in the 16-19 range, by much older creepsters. Also about the same time period, the musician Mike Cross told me I had a pretty smile.
I have more than 2 piercings.
I have piercings in places besides my ears.
I have freckles

Family/Home Life

I’ve sworn at my parents.
I’ve been kicked out of the house.
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want to have kids someday.
I have children. I have one.
I’ve lost a child.


I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.
Disney movies still make me cry. OMG, "Lilo & Stitch," the waterworks! "This is my family. I found it all on my own. It's little, and broken, but still good. Yeah. Still good."
I’ve snorted while laughing. Pretty much every time.
I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried. Yes, but this is not embarrassing.
I’ve glued my hand to something. Mostly I've glued my fingers together.
I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
I’ve had my pants rip in public.


I was born with a disease/impairment.
I’ve had stitches. Some from a glass cut when I was 10, some from giving birth, some from slicing open my knuckle with a food processor blade.
I’ve broken a bone.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
I’ve had surgery. Gallbladder.
I’ve had chicken pox.


I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day. My record is Lexington, Kentucky, to Raleigh, North Carolina, which is not quite 500 miles.
I’ve been to Canada.
I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
I’ve been to Japan.
I’ve Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
I’ve been to Spain.
I’ve been to Africa.
I’ve been to France.
I’ve been to London.


I’ve been lost in my city. My first couple of weeks here, I was lost all the damned time.
I’ve seen a shooting star.
I’ve wished on a shooting star.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.

I’ve gone out in public in my pyjamas.
I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I’ve been to a casino.
I’ve been skydiving.
I’ve gone skinny dipping.
I’ve played spin the bottle.
I’ve crashed a car.
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a play. I've done props and makeup, though.
I’ve met someone in person from the internet.
I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I’ve seen the Northern Lights.
I’ve sat on a roof top at night.
I’ve played chicken.
I’ve played a prank on someone.'
I’ve ridden in a taxi.
I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I’ve eaten sushi. I would like to have some now.
I’ve been snowboarding.


I’m single.
I’m in a relationship.
I’m available.
I’m engaged.
I’m married. 26 years come October.
I’ve gone on a blind date.
I’ve been the dumpee more than the dumper. Dumper once, dumpee twice, and one time we just sort of forgot to see each other for long enough that we de facto broke up without ever talking.
I miss someone right now. I miss my best friend terribly.
I have a fear of abandonment.
I’ve been divorced.
I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.


I’ve had a crush on someone of the same gender.
I’ve kissed a member of the same gender.

I’ve had sex with more than one person at the same time.
I am a cuddler.
I’ve been kissed in the rain.
I’ve had sex outdoors. Well ... unambiguously sex, sort of outdoors, and also unambiguously outdoors, sort of sex.
I’ve hugged a stranger. I've done quite a lot of this in churchy contexts.
I have kissed a stranger.
I have had sex with a stranger.


I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
I have lied to my parents about where I am.
I am keeping a secret from the world.
I'm a very secretive person, actually.
I’ve cheated while playing a game.
I’ve run a red light. Not on purpose! Yelling out loud, "What the hell am I doing?"
I’ve been suspended from school.
I’ve witnessed a crime.
I’ve been in a fist fight. Yes, but only with my brother when we were kids.
I’ve been arrested.
I’ve shoplifted.


I’ve consumed alcohol.
I’ve smoked a cigarette.
I‘ve smoked pot. Twice. Made me feel just the way I feel when I don't take my allergy meds.
I regularly drink.
I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.
I’ve done hard drugs.
I’ve been addicted to an illegal drug.

This sort of reminded me of the questionnaires you have to fill out to give blood, where you get into the "Oh thank god no" section.

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