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Spent Saturday with [livejournal.com profile] uke with a long lunch and conversations over music, economics, politics, and especially food. It was a delightful afternoon. We first met virtually on livejournal many years ago on a epic troll post in 2003 where a person allegedly cooked up their dead pet rabbit creating a dish that looked remarkably like chicken (I wish I could still find it - I seem to recall I first made contact with [livejournal.com profile] ninjalicious on the same thread). When he and family moved to Melbourne the opportunity to catch up was available able and we done so a couple of times. This Saturday will be the day spent with [livejournal.com profile] hathhalla and [livejournal.com profile] ser_pounce on another cheesequest, followed by [livejournal.com profile] usekh's birthday celebrations.

This week at work has been pretty hectic, not helped by a day off sick on Wednesday (damn food poisoning from a dodgy mussel at a favoured restaurant). It's our ISO 9001 re-certification audit and whilst we have a very mature system that has excellent document and revision control and basically ticks all the boxes for what is required, it is still less than a perfect implementation, and sometimes I don't think buy-in to the advantages of quality assurance is as high as it could be from section managers. At the same time have been working on a new project management framework for the company, preparing for my paper at eResearch Australasia, and apparently also to act as an organiser for a two-day OpenStack workshop immediately beforehand. This is, of course, in addition the usual operations work.

Two good rpg sessions this week; the first was on Sunday where I ran a session of Werewolf Yugoslav Wars which included an encounter with the bizarre mini-state of Western Bosnia run by its cult-like leader Fikret Abdić. Last night was the conclusion of the British Cyprus tangent story from our Call of Cthulhu Masks of Nyarlathotep game, which involved the dangers of incompetent faux cultists who acquire "the wrong books". In both cases reality offers a sufficiently strange place to add to a fiction. Last night was also the last session for our Eclipse Phase GM, Martin T., who is moving to Brisbane to make use of his qualifications in aeronautics. He'll be missed having provided many memorable sessions and characters to our group.

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Aug. 27th, 2014 09:30 pm
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If you'd asked me last week, yes or no, whether I knew The Three Musketeers, I would probably have said yes. I'm finally watching The Musketeers this week, and nope! Never mind the fact that it took me like five minutes to come up with Aramis's name, minutes filled with me repeating "Athos, Porthos, and..." in my head, over and over again. Like, not a single thing has hit me with an oh-yeah or uh-no moment, neither plot nor characterization.

I tried watching the first episode a couple weeks ago, and it just wasn't working for me, but now I'm really enjoying it, and will probably finish the series this weekend. Is the fandom going to make me angry? The most kudos'd complete fic is Athos/OFC...


I am way behind on tonight's SYTYCD, but I have just yelled OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, TYCE followed shortly by OH MY GOD SHUT UP, NIGEL.


ETA:

And again, OH MY GOD, SHUT UP, NIGEL.


("Hey Ricky you're so great. If you were older we could date." -Jesse Tyler Ferguson, everyone.)
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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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Aug. 25th, 2014 07:38 pm
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Commentators for tonight's Maria Sharapova v. Maria Kirilenko match just mentioned that Kirilenko broke off her engagement to Alex Ovechkin*, and my first thought was 'surely there is fic about this' but I only care enough to blog about it, not enough to open AO3 on my phone when in the middle of a packed crowd. So, yeah. That's my life.

I sent a message to a friend a few days ago that said "Hockey starts October 8th!" and then "...that's not actually very soon... Boo."

*news to me, but not news to actual Caps or Ovi fen, I'm sure, probably not even news to members of broader Hockey RPF, but I stopped browsing the hockey RPF tag when I got sick of Kaner/Tazer fic.
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post-tags: instagram, crosspost Signs you do your grocery shopping in Massachusetts. #wicked

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Aug. 25th, 2014 01:40 am
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More in the Things I Am Not Writing file:

Steve Rogers, given the backstory Marvel has for him, almost certainly knows The Little Red Songbook back and front. So, he's wandering around whistling "Dump The Bosses Off Your Back" or "The Preacher and the Slave" or "Stand Up You Workers" -- something that was originally a hymn, since a lot of those Wobbly songs were set to hymns; they were tunes everyone knew and could sing -- and someone hears it and thinks he's missing church, and then he starts singing...

(Also, if there isn't a story out there about the first time Steve reads Allen Ginsberg's "America", there really should be. America, when will you end the human war?)

Suits, I was rooting for you!

Aug. 23rd, 2014 06:37 pm
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But what if I just spend the rest of the weekend reading Courtney Milan's romance novels? (The Governess Affair, the novella prequel to one of her series, is available for free via nook and kindle and possibly other ways. Honestly, no matter glowing the reviews, having read that was the only reason I was willing to shell out actual cash for a novel.) I haven't read a het romance novel in forever, and I'm fairly certain that the last few were those collections of novellas that they put out around Christmas that all take place at an inn, or have cookie recipes, or feature cats playing matchmaker. It's almost enough to make me want to go back and re-read some of my favorites from high school (shout out to Julie Garwood and Jude Deveraux and... someone else whose books had pastel covers) but I'm worried that they were all terrible.


I'm caught up on Suits Season 4, or whatever this is. The first half of it? The whole thing? What does "summer finale" even mean? I do appreciate that everything of interest to me isn't all premiering the same week in September, but on the other hand, I don't quite care enough to keep track without DVR series subscriptions to remind me.

I really liked the first third of the season. The middle third, slightly less. By the end, I was tired of and frustrated with the yo-yo. I don't know if by this point I've managed to stick with Suits for more episodes than I stuck with White Collar, but I like where they left Louis even less this time than I liked it last time, and... yeah.


Free movie channel weekend two weeks ago landed my DVR with Star Trek: Insurrection (the one that starts with Data appearing to go rogue and then does what it says on the tin), Riddick (2013), About Time, and Slap Shot 2.

Star Trek was worse than I remember Nemesis being, and also had a hilariously awful cgi pet and no conflicted young Tom Hardy. Haven't watched Slap Shot, which I expect to be differently terrible, or About Time, which I suspect may make me angry.

Riddick, I thought I'd seen, but it became clear early on that either I'd missed the first 20 minutes, or I was just remembering the other two movies. And on further reflection, no, I hadn't seen a Riddick movie since at least, like, 2010, so I definitely hadn't seen this one. The question, I suppose, is why did I keep watching... In the end I don't believe that it was, in any objective sense, a Good Movie, nor was it my type of fun, although there were a few redeeming moments. A few.


Back in the mists of time, I managed to remain unspoiled for the end of Oz until I was halfway through the last season - so that's like fifty episodes? At which point I did something stupid. This was despite having read fic written post-finale, even, so both truly a wonder and truly only with myself to blame.

I thought I had learned my mistake, going into Person of Interest. I've been studiously bookmarking fic and not reading any of it no matter how tempting. And somehow - possibly because it's a less popular show? I managed to remain unspoiled for Major Events in the middle of season three until 20 minutes before such Major Events. I should not be allowed to google anything relevant when watching TV.

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Aug. 23rd, 2014 12:44 am
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I was outside a few hours ago, clipping some of the roses that we've been growing to bring inside and put in a vase, when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head, expecting it was one of our bunnies (we have four or five who visit us regularly and help mow the lawn for us, although they're also why we've had to invest in chicken wire for the vegetable garden and the first-year roses).

It was not one of the bunnies; it was the fox who lives on the golf course across the street. He was just chilling out about three feet away from me, on the edge of the driveway just by the back lawn.

Looking at him was apparently enough to spook him, because he trotted down the driveway, head held high, then waited for the oncoming car to pass before darting out and walking along the side of the road for a few feet before dashing into our bushes by the sidewalk and loping off across our neighbor's front yard. I told him I hoped he had a good night and took my roses inside. :)

(It's kind of awesome living on the edges of the city but with such a great expanse of space across the street from us: the country club's been there forever so we know they're not going to sell to a developer and have McMansions turn up across the street in a year or two, and all that green space attracts all kinds of wildlife.)

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Aug. 22nd, 2014 10:39 pm
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Midafternoon nap times three:
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Reviews and Gatherings

Aug. 23rd, 2014 12:21 am
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In recent days I've reviewed and been asked to endorse and review "Lila, the Revolutionary" by William Hathaway, an account of how from impoverishment and despair, revolutionary clarity can result. A more substantial review is Archive's Axiom, an absolutely astounding short La Nouvelle Vague film and short LP, by a band that's moved from trip-hop origins to progressive electronica and math rock. The whole thing is available on Youtube, and I heartily recommend it; "this is their best and most consistent work" is the byline I'm using. Finally, have spent some time reviewing a doctoral thesis outline by Ben D., a sociological and historical account of moral panics - and area which I only have a modicum of knowledge, but could offer some social theory for his class analysis of the subject.

Earlier this week caught up wih Andrew P., and his partner. I used to play Rolemaster with Andrew many years ago (his characters features in my Rolemaster book) and we hadn't seen each other for a couple of decades, so there was much discussion to be had. On-topic Thursday night was our regular Pendragon session which witnessed half the group making base at Cerne Abbas and half making a retreat to Camelot, as the invading forces of King Mark continue to press on, despite a weakening supply line. Tonight, due to a a terrible confusion on my part, ended up having drinks and conversation with the pre-conference gathering for the Philosophy of Science conference which just so happened to be at the same place and time as next week's lecture and dinner with Lawrence Krauss. The confusion is understandable, if not still a bit goosey; two similar gatherings at the same place, same day, same time, just one week after another.
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post-tags: instagram, crosspost The #sunrise this morning was amazing.

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Aug. 21st, 2014 02:40 am
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So much for the coding I was doing.
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Colour matching

Aug. 20th, 2014 01:47 pm
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Now that winter is coming I'm bloody freezing, and feel the urge to burrow into a den with some hot chocolate and knitting needles for the next five months. I'm thinking some sort of soft, luxurious-feeling scarf - any ideas what colours work with beige? (to match, or at least not clash horribly, with a coat this sort of colour.
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I thought of a gap in English: it has no preposition corresponding to German “an”+accusative.

In some cases, what is one preposition in German with dative or accusative (for position vs. movement) is the same preposition in English (The cat is under the table vs. The cat runs under the table; The bird is over the table vs. The bird flies over the table) or is differentiated with -to for the movement version (The ball is in the box vs. The ball falls into the box; The pen is on the table vs. The pen falls onto the table).

But for “at”, there’s only the “position” meaning, and there’s no “movement” variant.

For example, in German, you could say, “Schieb den Karton an die Wand”; in English, you’d need a circumlocution such as “Push the cardboard box all the way to the wall” or “right up to the wall”. “Push it at the wall” wouldn’t have the same meaning, and there’s no *“Push it atto the wall” or *“Push it to at the wall”.

There is “to”, but it’s more similar to German “zu” or Esperanto “al” rather than to German “an” or Esperanto “ĝis” with their connotation of touching at the end.

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Aug. 18th, 2014 02:58 pm
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Doctor says the swelling and fluid is nothing to really worry about -- it's my body trying to put lubricating fluid into the bursa. That isn't there anymore. So, constant compression, and we're draining it every 2 weeks until the bursa grows back.

It's a really big needle. (I told him: "Hey, I thought the surgery was so you could stop torturing me with needles in my elbows!") Sometimes I really wish topical anaesthetic worked on me.
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