The Pyramid at the End of the World

May. 29th, 2017 01:17 pm
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Well, that was interesting.
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Fidget Spinners

May. 29th, 2017 05:17 am
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This post asks: "Why is nobody talking to people who have the disabilities these were originally designed to solve?"

Because they don't care, and they don't have to care.  The advantaged group always has the option of harming the disadvantaged group, and will rarely be penalized.  It doesn't matter if fidgets help people with disabilities; abled people have decided to dislike them.  You don't have a right to solve your problems.  You're only there to be pleasing to the important people.

Fuck that noise.  

Spinners make you feel better?  Awesome.  Spin that fucker.  

Just be aware that some bearings inherently make more noise than others.  If it's the noise you find soothing, that may be an issue.  But for most people, it's the spin, and there are quiet bearings.

Pink Pineapples

May. 29th, 2017 05:08 am
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 They're GMO, but I must admit I'm tempted to try one.  I like the idea of gengineering, it's the execution I often find unethical, my safety standards being much higher.  But an occasional nibble seems unlikely to do serious harm.

Pride Bingo Card 5-29-17

May. 29th, 2017 04:34 am
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This is my card for the Pride Bingo Fest. Since June is LGBTQIA+ pride month, the theme for this month's fest is Pride!  It runs June 1-30.  (See all my 2017 bingo cards.)

If you'd like to sponsor a particular square, especially if you have an idea for what character, series, or situation it would fit -- talk to me and we'll work something out.  I've had a few requests for this and the results have been awesome so far.  This is a good opportunity for those of you with favorites that don't always mesh well with the themes of my monthly projects. I may still post some of the fills for free, because I'm using this to attract new readers; but if it brings in money, that means I can do more of it. That's part of why I'm crossing some of the bingo prompts with other projects, such as the Poetry Fishbowl.


Underlined prompts have been filled.


PRIDE BINGO CARD

DysfunctionalgenderfluidCuddlingPublic placesNonphysical Passions
ExperimentationgayQueerplatonicquestioningPraise or Humiliation
HelplessnessCourting coupleWILD CARDPunishmentdemisexual
AccidentalbisexualtransgenderasexualTeamfamily
Nonsexual TouchlesbianqueerDominance & submissionConsent is sexy

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Seasonal Preparations
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 1 (complete)
word count (story only): 1357


:: This story takes place after “Outside Influence,” and is entirely fluff, as a reward for my readers' forbearance with the intrusion of Real Life and its damage to my writing schedule. ::




A full week of preparing meals and tidying after the Williams family gave Leland a great deal of insight into their personalities, often clues that none of them realized that they had given. It was easy to use those details to make meals more than a punctual collection of standard dishes. A full week of watching through doorways as Edwina taught the little boy with the strange gait and speech, but whose mind was as bright as the lighthouse lamp where Leland and his brother Prescott had been stranded by an ocean storm had given him larger and larger ideas, until he was afraid he wouldn't be able to create any of them. He had loved that lighthouse, and he was quickly making a similar place in his heart for the little boy.
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Of Course

May. 29th, 2017 12:30 am
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Posted by Dave Hingsburger

My power chair has been on the fritz for quite a while now, they are coming to look at it Tuesday, because they won't take it to fix it until they look at it because our word that it doesn't need 'looking at' it needs fixed isn't good enough, so we'll have to schedule the pick up after the look at fails. Sorry, I lost control of that sentence. Anyways, I'm using my old scooter which is definitely showing it's age. It can't do more than one or two ramps on a charge and it's simply failing. It's somewhere just over 15 years old and never had a batter change. But, it allows me to move around my immediate neighbourhood.

We were heading up towards the mall on the north side of the street and I'd made it across the street but the scooter simply stalled, came to a quick stop, as I was riding up the curb cut. I sat there literally and figuratively powerless. The light changed and a woman walking quickly to catch the light came to a dead stop beside me, the idea of going around me hadn't occurred to her.

"You are blocking my way," she said.

Now, I'm frazzled and upset and feeling powerless, I had no room left for manners. I said, "Yeah, and I did this just to inconvenience you. I'd planned it for months and it's worked, I couldn't be happier." My face wad deadpan serious. Like I really had planned to pick this woman out of all the people in the world to plot a master plan to be in her way while she walked on the sidewalk.

Taken aback it took her a full few seconds to speak, "That's silly," she said.

"As is this whole conversation, and I'm not going to explain to you why I'm sitting here on a scooter with a dead battery cause I figure you surely are able to figure that out."

Now she felt horrible. Of course I didn't just park there. Of course. "I'm so ..."

"Don't say it," I said, "just please walk around."

She did.

Shit.

Like I freaking planned it.
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I bought it at Asda, and stuck it between a couple of pizzas to keep it from getting bent on the way home. And you can guess the rest....

It seems to have survived the experience.

Tic Tac Woe Banner

May. 28th, 2017 03:26 pm
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If you're interested in a multifandom (or original) no pressure fic (art, podfic, etc.) challenge involving Apocalypses (Apocalypsos, Apocalypsi?) you can check out the collection, rules, links to get started, etc.
Here.

Sunday Yardening

May. 28th, 2017 01:22 pm
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It's beautiful outside: sunny, breezy, and cool.  :D  Perfect yardening weather, for however long it lasts.

Round 1, I planted a ruby sweetspire in the forest garden and a witch hazel along the fence. 

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 2, we picked up several piles of grass that Doug had raked up.

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 3, I cut grass in three places in the blackberry patch to plant new canes.  Next task will be digging holes and actually planting those.

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 4, I dug three holes and planted the darrow blackberries in the patch at the edge of the prairie garden. Older blackberries are currently blooming.

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 5, I put covers over the new blackberries, watered, and mulched them.

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 6, I trimmed grass around the remaining half of the wildflower garden and one of the oak saplings.

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 7, I trimmed grass around the Japanese maple and an ash sapling in the savanna.

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May. 28th, 2017 05:37 pm
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1. I'm loving the expanse in a totally not feeling fannish about it at all type of way. I'm up to 211. I wish I'd waited until it was finished, then watched it all at once.

ETA: My comment 'I'm loving the expanse' still stands, but I'm watching ep 212, and OH MY GOD, I almost can't watch a second of it because James Holden's new frowny-frown face is too much for me. I think they think they did character growth, but he is just stubbly and growling. I don't even understand. Why is Alex not pissing himself? They needed so many more episodes and quite a lot more acting.

2. I'm attempting to read the new trilogy of Fool/Fitz books. I can't read them. I feel everything all at once and have to look away. I'm twenty pages in. I'm sure I'll calm down. (I won't calm down, but i will try not to document my every emotion. Fitz is 47. I don't know how the Fool is going to cope with that but I'm not coping at all. He's also still amazing, and he's sort of mature and sort of normal and happy, and he hasn't killed anyone in nearly ten years. But at the same time someone vaguely told him he didn't seem happy and he immediately went 'YES I AM FUCK OFF HOW DARE YOU? I'M FINE WITH MY NO WOLF AND MY NOT HAVING SEEN THE FOOL IN TEN YEARS THIS IS FINE I AM VERY HAPPY STOP LOOKING AT ME'. It was amazing.)

3. We've got air conditioning at work, it's like heaven.

Remarriage in New York

May. 28th, 2017 02:46 pm
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I'm really struggling with this Chapter Two of "In Regret, Always"; I had to rip out another two pages of physical confrontation because the balance of the chapter was just totally out (and the amount of beating-up was getting silly), and unlike the previous material I couldn't even reuse this. Although that's probably just as well, since the chapter is running too long as it is. I'm currently trying hard to get a decent end within my 'framing device', having finally more or less finished with the flashback -- although things are getting blurred, because Raoul is now remembering (in the past tense) without actually being in the flashback (in the present tense), and I'm not sure that makes a lot of sense, structurally speaking.

Meanwhile I've discovered that the 'no remarriage' New York divorce clause came to an end in 1879, so it's just as well I wasn't planning to rely on it... (Raoul hasn't remarried, but then it wouldn't have been a New York divorce in the first place, so I'm not sure how much any of that would be relevant -- not a good idea to make it a pivotal plot point!)
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Outside Interference
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 20 of 20
word count (story only): 1185


:: This story takes place the same day as “Insurance Salesmen,” picking up as Edwina arrives at work. Wrapping up the loose ends now includes several hooks for later stories, but the focus is on warmth and comfort. ::


:: Pay Special Attention: Warnings will be listed by chapter, with the proper spoiler-cover on the index page and listing all necessary warnings. In this chapter, plans are upended, but this is meant to be the 'abnormal routine' of the household. Any remaining plot hooks should be small curiosities, rather than gaping plot holes. ::


back to part nineteen
to the Voices of the Engines index
:: Thank you for reading! ::




It was the heady, smoky aroma of Leland's coffee that pulled Edwina out of sleep, out of bed, and into the spare set of clothes she had agreed to leave in the dresser of the room she had been given when she had first been hired. She dressed quickly, but had to leave her long braid swinging loose while she hunted through the bed clothes for the hair pins and single hair comb she had been too tired to remove the night before. She finger-combed her braid loose, then used the hair comb to smooth the few tangles out of her hair. Automatically, her hands worked the loose strands into another plait. She pinned it in place atop her head, smoothed a hand over the bun one last time before turning to leave the tidy attic bedroom.

By the time she stood at the top of the stairs down to the second story, she could smell honey and oats, bacon and oranges. Edwina's mouth watered as her feet whispered over the fine carpet runner.
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(Not Quite) One of Our Own

May. 28th, 2017 12:30 am
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Posted by Dave Hingsburger

How odd.

We went into a coffee shop yesterday. I say that but Joe and I had tea and Sadie a hot chocolate so no coffee graced our table. When we went in we saw it was really full of people. I spotted one table free and headed for it. I couldn't see, because of a post, that it was beside, but not part of, another table. When the other table came into view it was occupied by a young woman and a much older man, with a disability, who, like me, was using a scooter. He, also like me, was pulled up to the side of the table. Once our table was claimed Joe and Sadie went off in search of drinks, tea biscuits and the like.

After just a second a harsh glare from the other man with a disability came my way. I suddenly felt that I was intruding, but I was at another table, not connected to his table, and the place was full. He said something to the young woman with him and they simply left. I got the impression that he didn't want to be at a table with another person with a disability sitting so closely by. It would have been easy to mistake that we were a group. I don't think, and again, I'm guessing, that they'd have left if I had been non-disabled.

I run into this sometimes. The prejudice within the disabled community to others with disabilities. The desire to only be surrounded by non-disabled people, as if their value will rub off on you. I felt guilty but only for a second. Why should I care any more about a disabled bigot than a non disabled one? Now, I don't know for certain what was going on. But the dirty look he gave me was unmistakable. They were in a coffee shop packed with people, it's not a place where couples seek private time together. And, it seemed more like a helper / helpee relationship.

I get into this bubble of all of you here on this blog and all of those I'm connected with on other social media sites. I forget that pride and community are universal responses to what it is to be disabled and different.

I forget that people still live and grow up in a world that teaches:

self hatred
self loathing
self disgust

I forget that I live in a world that expresses it's reaction to disability with:

hatred
loathing
disgust

I forget that I live in a world where:

pride is a process
community is something that takes work
belonging is yet a dream

But I also live in a world where Sadie does drawings of different kinds of wheelchairs and explains to me how they work and how they would make my transit better.

And I live in a world where Joe has the courage to walk beside me and be a witness to and a recipient of stares and strange comments.

And I live in a world where I can work, and travel, and write and speak and do what I love to do at work and at home.

Further ... I have all of you.

So, he may have thought he left me alone.

But he didn't.

Not by a long shot.

First Fireflies

May. 27th, 2017 10:13 pm
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My partner Doug went outside and spotted the first fireflies of the season!  As it is well after dark, only a few are left flying high overhead.  Tomorrow we will have to look for them at dusk.  The weather is warm and damp, and we have copious grass, so there should be some.  :D
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The first episode of the season which hasn't thrilled me, but I liked it better than some.

'I got your spoilers cheap.' )

Saturday Yardening

May. 27th, 2017 06:24 pm
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Today we went to Champaign for shopping.  The weather was mostly cool and pleasant.  Now it is warm, damp, and full of bugs.  >_<

Round 1, I planted two wave petunias, one in a pot and one in the barrel garden; plus a packet of chive seeds in the septic garden. 

EDIT 5/27/17: Round 2, my partner Doug raked grass and I helped haul it away.

EDIT 5/27/17: Round 3, I trimmed grass around about half of the wildflower garden.

The Boy, The Cruelty, The Toy

May. 27th, 2017 07:14 am
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Posted by Dave Hingsburger

It surprised me when he stepped on the elevator with me.

It surprised me even more when I spoke up.

He was in his late teens, he had been with a group of friends, in the mall. I had turned towards the elevator and in doing so came into their view. They all, to a one, looked over at me. Then, predictably, they started laughing, and glancing over at me. My appearance sometimes doesn't meet a verbal response, sometimes it's just glances from me to each other and back. I've been in this situation before and there are several possible responses, I was tired, I chose the 'go by in dignity' response, which, by the way, isn't 'just ignoring it'. To make it obvious that you have heard and seen the actions of others and to proceed ahead unbowed, unwilling to give them more space, to go bravely by people who have identified themselves as enemy, is action.

I waited at the elevator with my back to them. This, for me, is an act of courage. I don't like having cruel people behind me. I feel really vulnerable. I don't know when the words will translate into action, for the glances had become words, said loudly, for my benefit. Sometimes elevators run on molasses time and this one when it finally arrived, I felt older.

I got on, and turned around, just as the door was closing, a hand shot out to stop it. One of the young men got on the elevator with me. This surprised me and scared me a little. Alone, in a small space with someone who thinks me less than human. I was going to 5, he to 6. At 3, I'd had enough.

"Does it bother you," I asked me, in a quiet and unemotional voice, "how easy it is for you to be needlessly cruel?"

He was startled and said, "What?"

Knowing he'd heard me, I asked an expanded question, "Does it bother you how easy it is for you to be needlessly cruel? Do you ever worry that as a father you will be abusive, that as a husband you will batter your wife? Cruelty comes easy to you. Does that bother you?"

He was shocked, so shocked he wasn't angry, "We were having a bit of fun, that's all."

"Does it bother you that you define humiliating a stranger as fun? Does that worry you for who you'll be in a few years. Will you humiliate you wife? Will you humiliate your children? I would think that at your age you'd be thinking about this? And so you know, that wasn't fun for me?"

Now annoyed, "Sorry." It was an apology with sarcasm.

"Does it bother you that you can't even apologize properly to someone that you have purposely and needlessly hurt? Don't you worry even a little about the effect of what you did on me?"

The door opens, I roll out and stop, before the door closes, "Maybe you should think about you casual cruelty and your inability to take its effects seriously before you ever marry or have children. I fear for them."

"Fuck off," he said, but there were tears in his eyes.

I don't know what those tears meant, but I meant what I said. I fear for those who find cruelty a toy, who will they become if they don't, one day, pack it away.

Tuskless Elephants

May. 27th, 2017 02:10 am
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This made me laugh, because people are surprised  by it.  Guys, this is nothing more than natural selection of a typically varied population.  It's what always happens when predators whack the individuals with a certain trait -- it drops out.  Like the silent crickets of Kauai.

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