Mira hits town... well, iTunes

Feb. 27th, 2017 06:03 pm
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Aha, it is starting to surface.

iTunes is first out the starting gate this time...

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/mira...

Amazon and Nook should follow within the day. I'll post the links as I find them.





I've wondered if I should say any more about it, but really, at 28k words you can all find out for yourselves soon enough.

It's not, by the way, my shortest novella so far -- "Winterfair Gifts" was about 23,500, by way of comparison; "Weatherman" was about 27,000.

Ta, L.

posted by Lois McMaster Bujold on February, 27

Penric gets a star

Feb. 27th, 2017 01:08 pm
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Aha, "Penric and the Shaman" picked up a starred review in Publishers Weekly, always a fine thing. (And good for library sales.)

http://www.publishersweekly.com/978-1...

Ta, L.

posted by Lois McMaster Bujold on February, 27

Iacta alea est

Feb. 27th, 2017 07:26 pm
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So I have made my travel arrangements for my transatlantic excursion in May/June: Wiscon and the Massive Triennial Women's History Conference plus a few days in New York at the end, since I shall be in that part of the world by then.

This took longer than it might have done since the flight booking site I normally use no longer has an option to indicate the time of day one would like to fly, which means that I got pages and pages of flights leaving at ungodly hours of the morning - at least, ungodly if you have to factor in getting to Heathrow (or in some instances Gatwick) with 2 hours leeway to get through security etc.

I had done all this, and then I went to the Wiscon site to do some panel picking, and discovered that the dropdown menus on the page to register when you will be available are still running as if it was 2016... it was a nasty moment before I checked other calendars to ascertain that yes, Wednesday is actually the 24th this year.

Okay, it's a bit early for this, but take it away Gracie:

Alas, the clip from Shipyard Sally is no longer available via YouTube.

But at least the comments to that one answer my speculation as to whether anyone ever uses this at funerals (they do).

Book Review Year 2 No 5

Feb. 27th, 2017 07:31 pm
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Time for another book review.

First up, the Christmas books I bought with the book token from my mother-in-law:
Murder Under The Christmas Tree (10 Classic Crime stories) - Assorted writers
Another Little Christmas Murder by Lorna Nicholl Morgan
The Mistletoe Murder and other stories by P D James


I enjoyed the classic crime stories, which showcased why these writers were so good at the genre.  The P D James stories were well written, but not really my sort of thing.  And Another Little Christmas Murder was another of those late 1940s novels that are only brought back for the sake of nostalgia - one day I will learn to not bother with them.


Home by Marilynne Robinson

I read House-keeping last year, and someone recommended reading Home - I can't remember who.  Once again, it's completely different from my usual choice of reading - even given my experiences over the last 18 months, but I really enjoyed it.  It's really slow paced, but once again very visual and I could see it all.  I would definitely recommend this to anyone who's looking for something maybe a little different.


The Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner

I read and enjoyed The Thief last year and so was expecting to read the other three in the series.  But although I quite enjoyed this book it didn't grip me in the same way, the main character started to annoy me, and I think the way the story charmed me last time no longer worked.


Brain on Fire by Susannah Cahalan

This is a true account by Cahalan of her experience when her brain was attacked by anti-bodies - it's far more complicated than that, but that's the essence.  I decided to read it because a film has been made of the book, with Richard Armitage as Cahalan's father, so I thought I'd find out whether it would be worth seeing the film.  I found the book very interesting, as she looks at the effect the disease has on her, and also on her family and friends.  A lot of it is written almost from the point of view of an outsider, which makes sense, because Cahalan has no memory of what happened at the time, and so has had to reconstruct events.  As for the film, it had poor reviews and has gone straight to Netflix.  A good dramatisation would have been interesting, but perhaps not dramatic enough for a cinema.


As I said in my last 'Goals' post, although reading widely won't be one of my goals next year, I shall aim to continue posting a book review every two months.  I've joined Goodreads and am recording my progress there - if you're on there and would like to follow me, I'm Small_Hobbit.

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Feb. 27th, 2017 09:19 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] redsixwing!
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Since this was our fifth stay in a Landmark Trust property for the bloke’s birthday, I think I feel safe in calling it a tradition.

On Friday last, we gingerly loaded up our newly repaired car and crossed everything in the hopes that it would make it through the 200-odd mile drive from our house to North Yorkshire to stay in The Old Grammar School.

Kirby Hill is a beautiful grey old stone village, set around a green. The Old Grammar School [TOGS] was such from its establishment in 1556 to its closure in 1957. An average of 30 local boys aged 10 to 18 were taught there, though many departed aged 14 to go to work. The ground floor schoolroom was converted into the village hall, while the first and second floors were converted into the flat that one can now book through the Landmark Trust [LT] for holidays. LT properties are carefully furnished and kitted out with libraries that are specific to the property and to the history of the place. For instance, I read Goodbye, Mr Chips, which is a heartwarming fictional biography of a schoolmaster, while we were in TOGS. LT properties also deliberately don’t provide televisions or WiFi. In fact, my phone signal was so bad that I couldn’t even get the 3G to work.

We arrive late in the afternoon and were pleased to find that the previous occupants had left us sufficient firewood for that evening.

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Our first thought on entry was “tea”. Thoughtfully, the housekeeper had left a complete tea service ready for us and a small jug of milk in the fridge.

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The bloke pouring some milk for Keiki, who’s standing on a dining chair. The window seat, which features in subsequent photos, is to their right.

+12 )

Up next: visiting the Kirby Hill church (St Peter and St Felix).

Quick note about the photos: I have come to rely on Aviary in Flickr to do colour correction on my photos. It’s quick and convenient and its algorithm seems to be pretty good. Except at the moment, it’s not working. To those who care about white balance, my apologies.

Baking: Nigella Christmas

Feb. 27th, 2017 09:12 am
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The children and I decided to try to make the “Christmas wreaths” on Saturday morning. These are essentially marshmallow treats except with cornflakes instead of Rice Krispies. We made zero attempts to create wreaths as I have no idea how you manipulate the crunchy gloop before it becomes impossibly sticky. It also didn’t help that Keiki accidentally dumped out the entire tube of sprinkles on the first blob I put down on the baking parchment. There was a delay whilst we salvaged as many as we could from the kitchen counter. By then the marshmallow gloop had partially set.

It didn’t matter what they looked like anyway. We made twelve of them at 10:30. They had set by 12:30.

There were three left at 15:00, in spite of the bloke declaring that they were a little too sweet for him. (He ate three.) Photographic evidence of the remainder is below. Keiki's sprinkle-bonanza treat is the one on the lower right, in case that wasn't obvious.
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We then revisited the chocolate biscuit recipe from the bloke’s birthday. Because they were just that tasty. Hopefully those will keep us all in good spirits this week.
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Sure 'tis most exceeding delightfull to be with my dear ones at last, but 'tis sad that they are oblig’d to steal from my bed afore the household wakes.

Comes the morn, and there is the usual chocolate party comes attend upon my levée - I see that tho’ Quintus thinks himself a great boy that will no longer be kisst like babies and girls, will come hoist himself onto my bed to come snuggle at t’other side from darling Flora, even does he not go be a wakefull wombatt as she does, o, 'tis quite entire charming.

Josh sits at the foot of the bed, and Harry comes and stands by the door, and Bess and Meg go pour out and hand around the chocolate, and then seat themselves on either side of the bed, and I look about 'em very happy to be among 'em but also wondering are there any little troubles they have. For there is a little discontent look about Bess, that is perchance to do with Mr D-'s marriage, and there seems not the same sisterly warmth 'twixt her and Meg. And Meg, mayhap for that cause, looks a little sad.

But all go chatter to me of matters they are about, and o, Minnie has had another baby, &C&C.

And when they go leave for their lessons or to go to the works, my precious child desires stay with me while I go prepare for the day, 'tis the dearest thing to my heart. And is she told to be carefull in picking up and investigating the fascinating matters that are upon my dressing-table, she will indeed go be carefull and handle them very delicate. Sophy smiles upon her and goes rub lotion into her hands and wipes her face with a scent’d water, that she likes quite exceedingly.

And we go down to the family room so that I may breakfast, and Flora tells me that the dormice have babies and comes sit beside me when my tray is brought, and Eliza looks upon us very doating.

I am telling my sweet child a story of the ivory elephants when comes Miss N- for her.

What, says I, she is already advanc’d to the schoolroom?

O, says Eliza with a laugh, she will not be kept out: desires learn to read, and comes on very well.

Miss N- looks at her very fond and says, indeed she is quick in apprehension and picks it up remarkable.

They go away, with Flora asking may she read to Aunty C-, and Eliza smiles and says, Miss N- will say that she is quite a delight to teach.

Why, says I, 'tis gratifying to hear, but I hope that she will not push her on unduly.

Sure I do not think her one of those preceptresses that would advance their own credit by encouraging over-much precocity in learning.

She gives a little sigh. Indeed, we are so well-suit’d with her, is quite become one of the family, that while I daresay that you will cry the world must be peopl’d and 'tis entire desirable that she should go marry Mr L-, shall be extreme sorry to lose her and have to go find another governess.

But, says I, sure Bess and Meg will soon be out of the schoolroom, 'twould be a reasonable time to make some change.

My darling groans and says, but at present they are in that very trying betwixt and between state – Meg is now come to womanhood – and o, the brangling that goes on with the two of 'em, I am oft like to wish to knock their heads together. Here is Bess goes boast upon her fine acquaintance, and there is Meg, would spend all day at her piano did Miss N- not take her away for other lessons and to chase her into the garden, and 'tis entirely tiresome.

Hah, says I, there are worse ways that girlish foolishness may take.

She looks at me with a little quirk of her lips and says, sure they must get the lovelyest of C-s to recount somewhat of that history upon some occasion.

La, says I, 'tis by no means an edifying account. And, thinking about my girlhood, I greatly wish peruse dear Abby’s letter more closely, now that I am appriz’d that all are well and that she is safely past her lying-in.

So I open my traveling desk and take out the packet of letters and go read dear Abby’s epistle, that is a good long one, and contains a deal of matter I may use to bring more interest to their work with the convicts, and some scientific intelligence I may communicate to certain savants, but also a very fine amount concerning herself and Mr T- and their dear offspring, and much praise of Ellie N- and indeed all gladdens me exceedingly.

I say that Abby says very many fine things about Ellie N- that I must communicate to her sister.

While 'tis a shame they must be separat’d by such a distance, says Eliza, 'tis entirely heartening how very happy the elder Miss N- sounds to be: and I confide 'tis entirely due to some contrivance by the cunningest of C-s.

Perchance! says I. A word here and there.

I take up another letter, that I open and see is from the Reverend Mr L-, that waxes quite entire ecstatick at the favourable reception of his suit to Agnes S-. Understands from her guardian that she has somewhat by way of a portion, and while, indeed, she is a lady of such qualities that needs no extra recommendation, he minds that 'twould be agreeable to feel some confidence that they might be in a position to give any offspring a good start in life, rather than go about seeking interest for places in schools &C. Also finds that she has modestly conceal’d that she is that fine poet that was lately so much prais’d.

Has had a very fine letter from the Marquess of O- that desires that he will consider him as friend and patron, and will do his best to promote his preferment to a good living.

Such a manifestation of esteem must be entire gratifying, writes Mr L-, even without that he would look favourably upon a move to some other parish. Sure he has a tidy living where he is, would quite entirely sustain marry’d life, and has the acquaintance of those fine people the U-s, &C; but there was lately a fellow poking about, desir’d to look into the registers from when the erstwhile Mr G- was in the place, was gossiping about in the village, and he takes a concern that there were irregularities that now come to light, and has some fears there may even be a visitation.

My darling, says Eliza, is’t ill news?

O, says I, 'tis that it seems that the parish is not yet done with bothersome matters that are the legacy of that lunatick bigamist.

My dearest looks at me and says, is this more secrets that are not all your own to tell?

Somewhat of the sort, says I (for I should not wish to worry my dear ones over the pokings and pryings of Mr R- O- - for I confide that 'tis he, or one commission’d by him, that undertakes this business – before I have more assurance that 'tis indeed what’s afoot. For am I not a not’d Gothick novelist, that could make up many tales that would require one to go dig about in the dealings of some clergyman? Sure in Surrey 'tis not very like, but one hears that parsons may be confederate with the gentlemen of the trade, entire aside from matters of secret marriages or conceal’d births.)

She looks at me with fond worry and says, their dear third’s discretion is wholly admirable but sometimes they would like to not be surpriz’d.

Sure, my darling, I hope that I do not bring you unpleasant surprizes.

Why, 'tis not our best of C-‘s fault do fellows send her serpents and suchlike matters.

We look at one another very fond, and then she turns back to her business and I address myself to my letters.

I see that Mrs D- K- has contriv’d to provide herself with a frankt cover and goes write to me.

I find that she is in Bath with the old b---h, where she had rather not be, most particular at this season, for there is a deal of Society and several fellows that she had as soon not encounter. But the dreadfull crocodile makes it her accustom’d habit, for according to her 'twas the scene of her triumphs as a toast of the ton in bygone days.

But she does not complain upon her, for she is like the weather that one must put up with.

No, there is a thing come to her that she knows not what she should do –

- O dear, thinks I –

There was one e’en Old Lady W- had a bad attack of the colick and nothing would do but to send her companion herself to go summon her favour’d apothecary to come make up a dose for her. So she went out into the streets, and before she got to the apothecary’s was waylaid by a fellow that had had to do with over her husband’s debts of honour and seem’d to think she might again prove amiable – was somewhat drunk and obstinate – but who should come along but Lord K-, that she had seen about the place and ever greet’d her civil, and drove off the scoundrel, escort’d her upon her errand and back with the apothecary, and askt might he come call upon her.

So, she said he might, for indeed without he came along she knows not what would have happen’d. And she gave him a time when the old b---h would be about taking the waters, and he came, was most well-conduct’d, but then made her a proposal of marriage, for sure, he said, her year of mourning was not quite up, but he wisht to be beforehand in the matter –

As if, she writes, I should have a deal of honourable suitors at my feet. But o dear, what shall I do? He is the kindest and gentlest of fellows, ever acts entire respectfull: but then she thinks of his mama, that quite entire detests her, and of Society -

Well! thinks I, should not have guesst she would not go seize upon this offer.

My dearest, says Eliza, what matter is’t makes you pull such faces?

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The Invisible Library

3/5. Irene works for a transdimensional library, which tasks her with retrieving a unique manuscript from a steampunk Britain with magic and fae and a Sherlock Holmes analog.

I liked this! I needed something uncomplicated – protip: don't read Illuminae when you are having a bad month – and this hit the spot. Bonus points for a protagonist who is some kind of queer, as yet unspecified; minus points for doing a lot of telling about the development of an unlikely friendship and not enough showing. But more bonus points for the actually terrible villain; minus points for the really really obvious setup for a later reveal which is going to be deeply wearisome Spoiler )no idea so mysterious gosh.

The other F word

Feb. 26th, 2017 09:54 pm
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I am home from my skiing holiday, and lo! it was good. The aforementioned course was brilliant. While I would not proclaim myself a champion skater, I was respectable and it was a lot of fun. I'll definitely be doing more of it in future. Also bonus language practice thanks to the tiny group of two German speakers and two English speakers* each of whom knew the other language a bit, but not sufficiently to make either one dominate conversation*. The Alps were spiky and impressive even when the föhn was blasting a hair-dryer at the snow**, and a glass of wine with dinner less than a third of the price of Norway. It was all very easy and restful and I didn't have a cold during it (or, so far, after) for the first time in years.*** I expect next year to revert to where my heart lies, in the high white wilderness of the Norwegian fells, or at least Finland, but for this year the logistically easy and more populous version with shops was definitely what I needed. I managed just enough fitness to make the most of it, though at times it felt very noticeable to me that I had a veneer of energy laid over a pit of absence. But much as ice starts on the top of the water rather than the bottom, the veneer can in time be built into the real thing.

Back to work tomorrow! I feel simultaneously refreshed and reinvigorated for it and terrified of my inbox.

* The coach was Swedish and explained everything twice.

** Except the day it rained. I did my course in the morning, a diligent 3km of practice afterwards, and then went to the 'sauna world' to get rather more pleasantly drenched and hang around in a heated pool outdoors in the rain.

*** I have now not had a cold for about 5-6 weeks. This is amazing, maybe I've finally run out of new ones.

Culinary

Feb. 26th, 2017 08:46 pm
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During the week, the Blake/Collister My Favourite Loaf, wholemeal/white spelt/khorasan flour, a shake of mixed seeds. Nice one.

Saturday breakfast rolls: adaptable soft rolls recipe, 2:2:1 strong white/wholemeal/buckwheat flour + sour cherries.

Today's lunch: dried ancho chiles stuffed with black turtle beans and baked in a tomato sauce - this time I toasted the chiles and soaked them and then deseeded them, which I think worked somewhat better; served with buttered spinach, chicory quartered, healthy-grilled in avocado oil and splashed with elderflower vinegar, and padron peppers.

Bread tomorrow, I think.

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O, 'tis quite entirely the most agreeable of things to come at last to my darlings and to see the family all drawn up before the door to greet me, quite brings tears to my eyes. Indeed I am in some fear they will fall when my precious Flora comes up to me with a bunch of flowers and a kiss, for I am ever in fears she will go show coquettish and distant.

Josh comes hug me as he is ever wont, the dear creature, and the girls come also and embrace me very hearty.

I go kiss my best of wild girls Eliza very formal and proper upon the cheek, shake hands with Josiah and with Harry, that is now become quite a young man - his voice no longer goes to cracks and squeaks and I discern that by now he may need shave at least once of a se’ennight. Quintus also desires shake hands instead of being kisst like a girl or a baby, at which I sigh a little.

I also go shake hands with Miss N-, that is looking very well.

We go in to the fine parlour and there comes tea, and we talk of what we have been about these weeks and the visits we have made, and the friends we have seen &C&C. And my little jewel comes sit upon my knee and desires be wombatts that rub their noses together to demonstrate amity. Sure she grows a fine girl.

'Tis quite entire the finest thing.

And in due course Eliza says she confides that Aunty C- would desire go wash away the dust of travel and change and dares say Sophy has already got her trunks unpackt.

I daresay, says I, for she is a good diligent creature.

So I go to my fine reserv’d chamber with its exceeding large bed, and while I am washing comes in my belov’d wild girl and we embrace very warm.

Oh, my darling, says she, as she rests her head upon my shoulder, we have misst the lovelyest of C-s so very much. 'Tis so hard that we must be apart, and we must go about and hear people that know you not talk of Lady B-, and even when 'tis praise, rather than some ignorant gossip, somehow 'tis as if they talk of a stranger.

I kiss her hair and stroke her and wish I might show to her how much I too have misst my darlings, but 'tis not the time.

She straightens up and pats her hair and says, sure 'tis foolish in her. But she fears that one day they will be in company and one will say that Lady B- goes marry such and such a one, the lucky fellow –

Here indeed is a foolish wild girl, says I. Do you ever hear such an on-dit you may know that whoever 'tis recounts it knows naught of the matter.

O, sure, do I be reasonable I know that did our dearest go marry, we should be the first to hear, and there would be some very excellent reason why she did it, and –

Indeed there is naught I may do but kiss her very warm and assure her that my darlings are ever first in my heart, and that sure there is a deal of difference 'twixt occasional granting some pleasing fellow my favours are my dear ones not by me, and going marry.

And there is no young woman that is quite entire in love with Lady B- that tempts you?

Indeed not! I cry.

She sighs and says she knows not why that thought should fret her so.

(Indeed neither do I.)

We tidy ourselves a little before we rejoin the company.

She adds that there has been sent on for me by Hector some letters that he thought I should desire see – the note said he had kept back a deal, but was in supposition that I would greatly desire those from friends and those in whom I take a particular interest, and would rather have 'em now than when I eventual return to Town.

O. says I, 'tis most extreme thoughtfull in him. For I quite starve for news of friends, tho’ the orphanage ladies &C may go whistle.

So I go to where she has the packet in her desk in her family room, and glance at 'em quickly before we go dine, and there is one from the antipodes that I must quite immediate at least skim thro’ to see is all well – or was, when dear Abby writ it – and o, I cry, has another little girl, that they call after her, is that not charming? –

But the others I daresay may wait upon the morn, for at that moment comes Patty to say that Miss Flora goes beg for her sleepy wombatt.

So I go to my little darling, that rather than go be sleepy desires convey to me a deal of news and chatters exceedingly upon many matters. But at length we lye down as sleepy wombatts are wont, and kiss and snuggle and I see her eyes close and she sleeps. O, she is indeed the most precious of my jewels.

And then I go join the family for dinner, and hear that Mr D- and Miss A- are now marry’d, and he has been persuad’d to take her upon a wedding-journey, and meanwhile they go furbish up a house where the couple may reside, for his former lodgings are by no means suit’d to wedd’d life.

Without I appear to scrutinize her, I look towards Bess, that seems entire unconcern’d at this matter and is about telling Harry about her visit to D- Chase. I hope she may be past her girlish liking for Mr D-.

Josh, says Josiah with somewhat of a frown, have you brought that mongoose to table again?

No, says Josh, all injur’d innocence, I left him in my bedchamber –

- but, he goes on, I am like to think he has come to contrive to open the door and escape and has come seek me.

Well, says Josiah, that cannot maintain his look of severity very long, sure we owe the mongoose a very great deal – he looks sideways towards me – and therefore I will not say must go out into the shed with the rest of the menagerie or be lockt in a cage, but indeed, should not come to the dinner table.

Perchance, says Harry, Josh should go have his dinner in the menagerie?

Eliza sighs and says, sure she dares say Josh would quite delight to do so: but she confides that he would be about feeding his own supper to the wombatt or the badger; and besides, this having dinner together is intend’d to inculcate civility of manners and good behaviour, so that you will not be suppos’d savages when you go into company.

Bess suddenly gives a great snort and starts to giggle and says, was you not there, Aunty C-, when Mr Geoffrey M- and Lady Emily commenc’d upon throwing bread-rolls at one another?

La, says I, I was not.

Bess then says, o, no, you were not, 'twas when we pique-niqu’d while practising archery.

I sigh and say that indeed the manners of the aristocracy may show exceeding liberal when they are amongst themselves but one should not take that as a model.

After dinner in the parlour Meg goes play us some pieces she has lately learnt upon the piano.

And then at last I am to bed, and my very best belov’d darlings come to me there, and sure 'tis an immense long time, or seems so, since last we were in triangle, but sure we have not forgot the way of matters and 'tis all most exceeding agreeable.

When our first hungers are sated we lye entwin’d together exchanging little kisses and fond endearments and little matters of gossip, and then I mind me of a matter and say to Eliza, sure, my dearest, did you not go prepare Lady D- for what she might anticipate in childbirth?

Why, says she, I did so, for they were brought up, as I apprehend, by a spinster aunt, that was oblig’d to prevail upon some marry’d friend of her own to undertake that business preliminary to marriage that should be a mother’s duty. So really, she had very little apprehension of what might come forth: tho’ Lady P- is such a one for talking of ordeals and horrors, 'tis no sound preparation I confide.

But you led her to apprehend, did you not, I continue, that there may be pain, and that may continue some considerable while, &C? For sure Lady D- seems to me to be behaving like unto some lady that had no expectation at all of what the matter would be like, and was entire shockt.

Why, I convey’d the matter to her in such detail that I fear Lord D- would have been mightyly shockt, but indeed, one has heard that there are carefully brought up young women that have no comprehension of how the babe goes emerge. And what is the usual way of things and what is not, minding on what you told me about poor Martha S-.

Indeed, says I, I could think of none better to instruct her unless 'twas Mrs Black. So I am in somewhat of a puzzle over her state of mind. I sigh.

My darlings put their arms about me and say, 'tis quite the prettyest thing the concern the lovelyest of C-s has over troubles among her acquaintance, but they should desire that she would give a little attention to those that are crept into her bed with designs upon her virtue.

La, says I, sure I do not think I have any virtue left about me, for there was a wild girl did this unto me, and a Grand Turk that did that, and sure I am entire fallen by now. But indeed, since I discover that the heyday in their blood is by no means yet tame, I will be about falling a little further.

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Some years ago, in the midst of what was then called "the warnings wank" or "another round of the warnings debate" [personal profile] melannen stated "I warn for 'Old People Sex' when one of the parties is over 55 or so."

I was not at the time 55 though I was within spitting difference of that age. Nevertheless, I felt ferociously angry on seeing that statement. "Trigger Warnings" surely are things that one puts on content because the mere thought of what is warned for is supposed to provoke PTSD. That's what warnings are for, is it not?

I am now past 55. And yes - TRIGGER WARNING TRIGGER WARNING TRIGGER WARNING --

I am still having sex.

Which leaves me in something of a dilemma. I am told, according to the best social justice theory going, that this makes me -- dread word -- "problematic".

Which is where we come on to the life and death of Helen Bailey.

Whom no-one came to help, because she was over 50 and therefore her sex life must be considered "problematic". The fact she was in the hands of a psychopath by then was exactly what she deserved for wanting to have a sex life after 50 in the first place. At least, when it comes to the opinions of people who assume over-55 sex needs a trigger warning.

The sheer waves of suicidal ideation which rise up ever time I think about "Frankly, I warn for 'Old People Sex' if the parties are over 55 or so" are so hard to combat, one might really welcome a serial killer, know what I mean? Bit of attention, at least.

Of course, wanting attention is terribly problematic. And requires a trigger wanrning.

Hello Redemption

Feb. 25th, 2017 04:48 pm
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Apparently my previous post... Didnt. Anyway, now posting from my phone at con. Phone keyboard sucks. More later.

PSA: Change your DW/Patreon passwords

Feb. 25th, 2017 04:08 pm
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There recently has been a security breach at a service (Cloudflare) used by many companies.

It was ugly: data, including passwords and personal details - was sent, in easily decryptable form, to unrelated websites, and this data was promptly indexed by search engines. Google & Co are trying to scrub this from their databases, but, well, yeah.

I had not known that DW was one of the possibly affected parties.

There's a short list in this article and the full, very long list (with a shorter highlights one) on Github.



Uber, Patreon, Medium, and Yelp are on the list, along with two password managers, authy.com and 1password.com, which claims to be not affected, but [personal profile] siderea just warned that Dreamwidth is also on the list, so I've just changed my passwords just in case.

Confusion of meaning

Feb. 25th, 2017 03:31 pm
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Something to do while waiting for your flight instead of browsing the duty-free?

Helsinki airport is decorated with stuffed hares and wolverine, and much of its rich animal life – beavers, lynx, bears – can be shot under a strict licence system.

Enquiring minds wish to know whether licences may be obtained in the departure lounge and whether guns may be hired there as well... though my own thought would be, and are these large predators any threat to travellers who just want to sit and have a drink and try to log on to the airport wifi?

Okay, that garbled sentence, in an article about wolf culling in Finland does follow on from this one: 'Finland has 300,000 amateur hunters, more than 5% of its population.'

But I would consider this serious punctuation fail, no? Do people not read over their text, and are there not editors?

Am somewhat reminded of my speculations about suburban foxhunts of suburban foxes, with concomittent suburban sabs.

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Feb. 25th, 2017 08:44 am
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Under the Healing Sign, the second book in the Crossroads series about Vets In Fantasyland, does not exactly have a plot or a structure so much as .... like, the first two-thirds of the book is mostly a series of largely nice, occasionally bittersweet anecdotes about Our Heroine BJ's first year as Fantasyland's Official Veterinarian, and then there is a Battle and a Tragedy and suddenly the book is like "PART TWO!!" and all of PART TWO is "OH SHIT WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE."

Stuff that happens in this book )

ON TO BOOK THREE, which is, as I remember, the weirdest of them all.

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Feb. 25th, 2017 11:25 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] brigid, [personal profile] choirwoman, [personal profile] tigerflower and [personal profile] toft!
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