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Title: Five Things Fraser Does Not Say
Author:estefee(arrow)
Reader: Desiree Armfeldt
Fandoms: Due South
Characters:Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser
Rating:Explicit
Length: ~40 mins
Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters, I don't own them, I derive no profit from their use.
Podficcer Notes: The text of the story is here on AO3.
Summary: See title

SARCASTIC FRINGEHEAD

Sep. 2nd, 2014 08:43 am
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IT'S A THING. THERE IS A FISH CALLED THE SARCASTIC FRINGEHEAD.

YOU MUST WATCH VIDEO TO THE END, BECAUSE THERE IS A SARCASTIC FRINGEHEAD FIGHT.

WHEN SARCASM IS NOT ENOUGH YOU CAN INITIMIDATE YOUR ENEMY WITH YOUR GIANT MOUTH.

Look up.

Sep. 2nd, 2014 03:42 am
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post-tags: instagram, crosspost Look up.

Hockey RPF - Slow Roam

Sep. 1st, 2014 10:33 pm
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Cover art by [archiveofourown.org profile] reena_jenkins


Title: slow roam
Author: [archiveofourown.org profile] insomniacjams
Reader: [archiveofourown.org profile] Readbyanalise010
Fandom: Hockey RPF
Pairing: Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin
Rating: Teen and up
Summary: Five times Tyler left Jamie behind, and the one time he didn't. Tyler is a vagabond, Jamie travels, and at what point does running into each other around the world stop being an accident?
Warnings: None
Length: 00:14:01
Download: the MP3 | Size: 13 MB or the M4B | Size: 14 MB.

Crossposted to AO3

Paraka Productions, you’re a rock star for hosting me!
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A couple of weeks ago I once again enjoyed the "sensible arrangements" (seemingly limitless alcohol on an honesty system) at Schloss Dagstuhl. It occurs to me to marvel, slightly, at the way the Dagstuhl staff ruthlessly organise us. Seminar leads endlessly entreat us not to be late for lunch, supper, morning coffee or afternoon cake and there is the ritual of writing your abstract by hand into the book of abstracts.

This was a particularly successful Dagstuhl from my point of view and I came away with an invitation to give a talk, a revelation about a paper two of us were currently working on, discussions that may lead to two further papers, not to mention a list of references to check out that may be useful for my work.

The seminar itself was slightly derailed when a logician* announced that he couldn't possibly discourse sensibly on the topic without a formal definition of coordination. A working group was set up to come up with such a definition with... moderate success? Accounts suggest the working group spent a lot of time not talking to each other or, at least, all working individually on their own and then having 5 minutes intense argument at the end of the session. I rather liked one of the definitions they came up with but apparently no one else did.

There were three working groups in total but the other two quickly combined, together with some refugees from the "let's define coordination" working group. We decided to tackle the rather easier question of how you should go about engineering a solution to a coordination problem. We were aided in this by the discovery that our meeting room had an entire wall that functioned as a white board** with which we (well I, because I appropriated the whiteboard pens) had a lot of fun.

Pictures under the Cut )

*I was tempted to write a Russian logician since most good logicians in Computer Science are Russian. However this particular logician was Bulgarian with a Ukranian surname (and a family history involving the White Army) who was about to move from Denmark to Sweden. So I'll just go with "a logician".

**This probably also counts as a sensible arrangement.
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Cover art in the style of the Arrested Development logo. Text reads: 'What We Do Is What You Just Can't Do. Written by gertie_flirty. Read by juniperphoenix.'


Title: What We Do Is What You Just Can't Do
Author: [archiveofourown.org profile] gertie_flirty
Reader: [personal profile] juniperphoenix
Fandom: Arrested Development
Characters/Pairings: Ensemble gen
Length: 22:38 (21.7 MB mp3; 20.2 MB m4b)
mp3: please right-click and save
m4b audiobook: please right-click and save

Author's summary: The Bluth family as superheroes. It's exactly what it sounds like.

Notes: Music by David Schwartz.
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Now that [community profile] pod_together is over I can post this here!

The Tower and the Arena
Bandom, 3552 words, 20ish minutes

written by [personal profile] jjtaylor performed by me

Something is not quite right. Something else is very, very wrong.

This comes after Sound Experiments in Transmutation, which was our pod_tog last year, and is part of the Vampire Detectives 'verse

Ladies Bingo 2014-2015 (Round 2)

Sep. 1st, 2014 04:34 pm
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An Image of Martha and Francine Jones from Doctor Who.  It has the words Ladiesbingo, for Any Kind of Relationship between Women and the url ladiesbingo.dreamwidth.org superimposed over it


Ladies' Bingo Round 2014-2015 (Round 2) Sign-ups

Event Description: [community profile] ladiesbingo is a bingo challenge for creative works about the relationships between women. It runs for seven months (from September until March).

The motivation behind the community is to encourage people to make creative works focused on female characters and their relationships.

Round 2 (2014-2015) is now open.

Gen Prompt Bingo Round 4

Sep. 1st, 2014 04:20 pm
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An Image of the Golden Gate Bridge with the words Gen Prompt Bingo Round 4 and the url genprompt_bingo.dreamwidth.org superimposed over it


[community profile] genprompt_bingo is a low commitment multi-fandom, multi-media bingo challenge.

Its aim is to provide bingo cards of gen-style prompts to be used as inspiration in creating fic, images, meta, fanmixes, vids or any other kind of fannish activities. Although the prompts themselves are "Gen" (i.e., no prompts are specifically about romance or sex) fills may be of any genre, style or rating.

Prompt lists are renewed once a quarter (1st March, 1st June, 1st September, 1st December). New cards can be claimed then even if a previous card has not been completed.

Round 4 is open

[mix] the little red songbook

Sep. 1st, 2014 10:31 am
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So, the other day I mentioned that Steve Rogers almost certainly knows the Little Red Songbook. (You will never, ever be able to convince me that Steve, whose formation of political consciousness would have happened during the Great Depression, is not at the very least extremely pro-labor, if not an outright socialist.) Then I thought, hrm, a lot of what I know out of the Little Red Songbook is quite possibly more recent: what portion of it would Steve know?

Long story short (you should all know how I roll by now), this has led to a week of researching the shit out of things to date particular songs, then listening carefully to as many versions of them as I could find to find the version that would be closest to the version Steve would've known it as. And the next thing I knew, I had a mix. (There's some fic in there, too, and I was going to write more, but I wanted to post this today instead of waiting.)

If Steve was in a union at any point (and I don't think he was, but depending on what Bucky was doing for a living, Bucky probably would've been), he likely wouldn't have been a member of the Industrial Workers of the World, aka the Wobblies -- the heyday of the IWW was the period from about 1910 to 1924, and what Steve would've thought of as a union would not have precisely been the Wobblies' idea of one. (The difference between industrial unionism and craft unionism is a huge distinction that is waaaay beyond the scope of this entry, but was a major point of contention in labor organizing until at least WWII. Suffice it to say, what you think of when you hear 'union' is almost certainly a craft union.)

Still, even in the post-WWII period when the Wobblies were considered horribly dangerous, seditious and radical, and IWW membership had declined sharply, these songs stuck around and were still sung. (And I think Joe Hill, who wrote a lot of these, would've liked that. As he said, once: "A pamphlet is only read once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over again.")

This is not the entirety of the Little Red Songbook as Steve would have known it; there are about twice as many in the editions from his time that haven't really survived in anything other than lyric form, or that aren't sung or aren't recorded. But everything on this mix is a song Steve and Bucky could have and probably would have known.

And I'm posting this not only to share some of the music Steve would have known, but because today is Labor Day, and because in the US we celebrate a watered-down version of it, Labor Day at the beginning of September instead of International Workers' Day on May 1, and if you brought some of those labor leaders of 1914 forward and showed them the world of 2014, they'd celebrate how far we've come while still being damn upset at how far we still have to go. And because:

When I went to high school -- that's about as far as I got -- reading my U.S. history textbook, well, I got the history of the ruling class. I got the history of the generals and the industrialists and the Presidents who didn't get caught. How about you?

I got the history of the people who owned the wealth of the country, but none of the history of the people who created it. So when I went out to get my first job, I went out armed with someone else's class background. They never gave me any tools to understand, or to begin to control the condition of my labor.

And that was deliberate, wasn't it? They didn't want me to know this. That's why this stuff isn't taught in the history books. We're not supposed to know it, to understand that. No, if I wanted the true history of where I came from, as a member of the working class, I had to go to my elders. Many of them gave their best working years, before pensions or Social Security, gave their whole lives to the mines, to the wheat harvests, to the logging camps, to the railroad. Got nothing for it -- just fetched up on the skids, living on short money, mostly drunk all the time.

But they lived those extraordinary lives that can never be lived again. And in the living of them, they gave me a history that is more profound, more beautiful, more powerful, more passionate, and ultimately more useful, than the best damn history book I ever read.

As I have said so often before, the long memory is the most radical idea in America.
-- Utah Phillips

The long memory is the most radical idea in America. )

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Sep. 1st, 2014 09:16 am
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Mondays, every week, let's celebrate ourselves, to start the week right. Tell me what you're proud of. Tell me what you accomplished last week, something -- at least one thing -- that you can turn around and point at and say: I did this. Me. It was tough, but I did it, and I did it well, and I am proud of it, and it makes me feel good to see what I accomplished. Could be anything -- something you made, something you did, something you got through. Just take a minute and celebrate yourself. Either here, or in your journal, but somewhere.

(And if you feel uncomfortable doing this in public, I've set this entry to screen any anonymous comments, so if you want privacy, comment anonymously and I won't unscreen it. Also: yes, by all means, cheer each other on when you see something you want to give props to!)
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Late Friday afternoon received informal notice that the company would receive ISO 9001 recertification which is obviously good news both for the organisation and for myself as the coordinator of the QA system. Quality Assurance is one of those areas which is really quite essential for organisations to succeed even if they don't apply for formal certification, as it encourages consistency, transparency, multiscoped improvement, and customer focus - as numerous studies illustrate. The two-day audit really had plenty of good things to say about our practises and our use of controlled documents, revision control, and pretty clear objectives. Adopting other certification standards (e.g., information security) is also of interest.

Afterwards attended the Lawrence Krauss dinner at the University of Melbourne, hosted by the Skeptics Society. Krauss spoke mainly on the recent discovery of gravity waves very shortly after the beginning of the universe singularity in a phase-state-like transition from supersymmetry, and then had a little rant about religion in education systems. Well located for the discussion (right next to the lectern), I asked about the temporal effects of spatial contractions from such waves, and the role of religious atheists and a secular approach to religion as a counter to theological dogmatism. Also present at the dinner was Cindy L., whom I hadn't seen for at least a dozen years. We took the opportunity the dinner to have a couple of drinks and catch up; she's spent the better part of the past decade or so in a hedonistic global exploration. Nice work if you can get it ("and you can get it, if you try").

On the following day [livejournal.com profile] caseopaya made the journey to the 'burbs to visit [livejournal.com profile] hathhalla and [livejournal.com profile] ser_pounce for another round of our cheesequest. This was a particularly special event because (Venezuelan Beaver Cheese excepted) we have completed all the cheeses of the skit - the final cheese was smoked Austrian, which involved me finding some imported (frozen!) limburger and smoking the cheese with hickory. We also played Runebound, a moderately good boargame although the exclusive portrayal of semi-naked female characters could make a special issue of gomakemeasandwich.

After cheesequest made our way to [livejournal.com profile] usekh's fourtieth birthday party at the very pleasant and tres gothique Back Bar in Windsor. Despite continuing issues with ".xxx" as it was once cryptically named (not it's not a MS-DOS program or a top-level-domain), the evening's namesake seemed to be in excellent spirits as one would being surrounded by so many good and close friends. It was rather like an local aging goths gathering in surroundings were one could actually engage in conversation; there were many people whom I hadn't seen for quite a while and alas, fewer still that I had the chance to have a long yarn with. Thanks are especially due to [livejournal.com profile] txxxpxx for organising group gifts which I'm sure will be thoroughly appreciated.

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Aug. 31st, 2014 11:37 pm
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Wrote this a few weeks ago, after I finally gave up on getting any sleep on the plane whatsoever:

Light is amazing. It moves as fast as it is physically possible to go. And it moves across impossible distances.

Somewhere, 10,000 light years away, a star burned. It sent out light in all directions. Some small portion of that light traveled, not in our direction, but towards where we would be 10,000 years later as the Earth sped and spun through the vastness of space.

It went between stars. Past planets and moons and comets and asteroids and more.

It came to Earth. It headed right for you. But it was daytime, and you didn't notice. You couldn't sort it out from all the much younger light around you.

Still it came. This time at night. But it was a cloudy night, and so it was blocked.

Still it came. On a clear night now. But you were in the city, surrounded by street lights and house lights and car lights. So you didn't notice.

Still it came. But you were indoors, and the light couldn't make it through the wall.

Still it came. You were outside on a clear night, far from the lights of civilization. But your eyes were closed. Or you were looking in the wrong direction. And so you didn't see.

Still it came, but it was in the frequency we call ultraviolet, and so you could not detect it.

Still it came. And this time, everything was right. It had come so far. Not a million miles; it could do that in a matter of seconds. Not billion miles; it could do that in under a day. It had been going that fast for 10,000 years. Since before the dawn of human civilization.

A photon came all that way, and it crashed into a single electron in the back of your eye. And that electron gained the tiniest jump in energy. And that jump got turned into a signal.

At the same time, another photon, this one from 5,000 light years away, hit a different electron in your eye.

And another from 15,000 light years away.

And more from incredible distances apart, all converging on your eye, where they are absorbed. In a way, gone. Their journey over.

But the signals from all those absorptions combine in your brain, and you can see it. The Milky Way.

You look at it in wonder and see its beauty.

And then you blink, and the light bounces off your eyelid. And then you go inside to sleep.

And somewhere in your body is a tiny bit of energy from a star 10,000 light years away.

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Aug. 31st, 2014 10:46 pm
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I should probably post something here. It's been a long time. It's just been a crazy summer and I haven't had much chance to catch my breath, let alone organize my thoughts. I've been neglecting all my social media.

The last month or two of my life... )

At the Edge of Everything

Aug. 31st, 2014 09:34 pm
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Title: At the Edge of Everything
Author: patternofdefiance
Reader: consulting_smartass
Fandom: BBC Sherlock/Doctor Who
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Genre/Tags: timelord!John, AU, flatmates to friends to lovers
Length: 23:00

Summary: “I had two hearts once.” John raises a hand to rub at his scarred shoulder. “Now there’s just the one. It gets lonely, knocking about my ribcage all on its own.” He smiles a bit. It’s not a happy sort of smile, because John hears it at night, sometimes, beating too fast or too slow, losing rhythm without a partner to help keep count. The sound of its distress is loud in the emptiness of a room that is exactly the size you’d expect it to be when you enter it.

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Pre/Post Music - The Sound of Drums - Chameleon Circuit

LonCon3

Aug. 31st, 2014 09:52 pm
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Mirrored from Twisting Vines.

A fortnight ago I went to LonCon3 – not just my first Worldcon, but my first SFF con of any sort. Given that they were holding it about 20 min tube/DLR ride from me, in ExCel, it would have seemed churlish to skip it. 

There were a lot of panels. A LOT of panels. And I went to quite a few of them. I found myself ducking out of this one 15 min early so I could have a quick break / snack before dashing back for the next slot. It reminded me of when I first went to music festivals (20-odd years ago now) where I would pore over the programme planning how if I left *this* then and dashed over here I could catch half an hr of *that* on the way to *the other*… Another time I might endeavour to take it a little easier and give myself more time for everything else. (I entirely missed the Art Show, for example.)

Having said that, I enjoyed nearly everything I went to, and could happily go back and start over with a whole different set of things. (I missed most of the science track, for example). I have many pages of notes I am not about to type out, but a couple of panels particularly stuck in my mind afterwards (ie came to mind without checking said notes while writing this).
– Race and British SF: a really interesting discussion about who is writing what, where, and why, which left me with a much longer to-read list. 
– Ideology vs Politics in SF: the premise was that ideology (noble ideas) shows up in SF more often than politics (the grubby business of hammering out solutions), probably because the former is in general more interesting to write/read. Lots of discussion about the value of both about writers who do tackle politics, and about the radicalism of imagining a political alternative. 

There was also one talk (on worldbuilding) I left after getting too annoyed by the panelist who invariably referred to a hypothetical character as “he”. A shame as there was good stuff from the other panelists, but it was just too irritating. I cheered myself by getting some dal for a late lunch. 

I saw “kaffeeklatsch” repeatedly on the programme with no explanation, then when I established what it was, was too shy to sign up. Then I found myself sitting next to Stephanie Saulter (author of the excellent novels Gemsigns and Binary, about which I was most enthusiastic at her) at another panel. She mentioned her kaffeeklatsch, which gave me the courage to sign up. I’m glad I did – it was a lovely hour, and I also got to meet and chat to Anne Charnock (whose novel A Calculated Life I have since read and enjoyed), Cindy of Draumr Kopa review blog, and someone from Birmingham SF group whose name now escapes me (oops). Buoyed by this I also went to Teresa and Patrick Neilsen Hayden’s one, which was interesting if less chatty. 

Despite my extensive panel attendance, I also managed to do a bit of socialising with people I didn’t know at all, and thus award myself a Big Gold Social Person Star. (I had a drink with a couple of folk I did know, too, but that is less challenging because I already know that they’re nice.) The fan village in many ways was great from a social point of view – lots of opportunity for mingling – but it was also very noisy (and echoey, being as how this was ExCel and therefore it was inside a big concrete box) which made life harder. I left one thing because I just couldn’t hear anyone, which did nothing for my intermittent social anxiety. 

Sunday I missed most of everything that didn’t involve hanging around in the fan village, as Leon came along for the day. He was delighted with his badge and First Worldcon ribbon and very enthusiastic about running round the ‘village green’ with a hula hoop. He is, however, still not panel-compatible. I went home with him and D at dinner time rather than staying for the Hugos. I was a little sorry, but following it on Twitter over pizza and a glass of wine at home was still pretty exciting, and also involved pizza. A very pleasing set of results. 

(Given how Sunday panned out and that I would have had L with me on Monday too, I somewhat reluctantly stayed home on Monday and missed the final day, bah.)

Brilliant weekend, if exhausting. I would go again like a shot if it ever comes back to Europe. And after over 20 years of being a fan of sorts but never going to a con, I am now signed up for both Eastercon and 9 Worlds next year and greatly looking forward to both. 

Just One

Aug. 31st, 2014 02:06 pm
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Title: Just One
Author: drwatsonsjournal
Reader: consulting_smartass
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Rating: Explicit
Genre/Tags: OctoJohn, Tentacles
Length: 15:45

Summary: Sherlock spends a boring afternoon at 221B Baker St. until the silence is disturbed by a noise coming from his bathroom. Sherlock investigates, and adventure ensues.

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Pre/Post Music - Come a Little Closer - Cage the Elephant


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