Babylon White

Jun. 29th, 2025 01:18 pm
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Babylon White by Kit Sun Cheah

The grand conclusion! Spoilers for earlier books ahead.

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Been watching new Matlock with Jenn

Jun. 28th, 2025 07:49 pm
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The set and costume designers heard about blue-and-orange color schemes and just decided to run with it. I swear, they bought out everything blue in the store. Even the post-its are blue! And what isn't blue or teal is orange, or tan, or gold.

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ugh day

Jun. 29th, 2025 12:33 pm
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If I do nothing else today, I'm going to make foccacia.

Biceps for guys

Jun. 28th, 2025 06:40 pm
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I didn't get as far as Sparkle on its first day today but I did go to the Village for a meal with a local disabled group (moat of whom are also queer/trans) which I'm adjacent to, with a friend who needed a PA.

(I was glad to learn that I can still queer this friend/PA binary; it used to make up my whole employment for like five years.)

I got to my friend's house before we went out. They had glitter on their face and offered me some. I love glitter but it was the kind of hot day where I started sweating as soon as I got out of the shower. After having to hustle over to their house, my face was so sweaty I told them not to bother putting it on my face because I'd just sweat it off. Of course I had a sleeveless t-shirt on (the one D bought me at last year's Sparkle!) so they offered to put it on my shoulders. Pretty soon both my upper arms were covered in pink, purple and blue glitter, it was great.

When I got home, D saw me and pointed this out of course (as well as my "painted for the first time in five years" fingernails (chrome with rainbow sparkles over them).

I said it'd be the perfect time to flex my biceps, now that they're extra gay.

"Guy-ceps!" he said. "Guy for guy-ceps."

JFC

Jul. 2nd, 2025 12:14 am
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How is it that we literally are talking on the internet, we have access to all the information, and people are still saying whatever bullshit they made up in their heads instead of taking a minute, a second even, to ask themselves "Wait! Is this even true?"

On a happier note, the newest episode of The Strange Case of the Starship Iris answered a question I thought we'd never get answered, which is "How on earth did Brian get a price on his head from three different mafias?" and - wow, beware the quiet ones, I guess.

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I have to write a bio to advertise a keynote speech I've agreed to deliver later in the summer.

I'm finding that coming up with more than one sentence to describe myself/my job is probably a lot harder than the speech will be itself!

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And don't even ask me about my email!

Also: Comicsrss got a cease and desist from Gocomics, so now all my gocomics feeds are borked. I should see if I can find those comics hosted somewhere else and get their RSS feeds, but ugh.

Also also: What to know about the COVID variant that may cause ‘razor blade’ sore throats

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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.


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He's the patron saint of gardeners, and also taxi drivers (unofficially). See, an early and popular cab stand was at Hôtel de Saint Fiacre in Paris, and the carriages themselves began to be called fiacres, and it just spiraled from there.

What makes this even stranger is that he's an Irish saint.

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Here's some nonsense

Jun. 26th, 2025 08:50 pm
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I refuse to talk about work again, and nothing else happens to me lately, but luckily here is a giant meme from [personal profile] used_songs:

80 questions! )

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The icon is an anti-icon because I actually haven't had insomnia in a long while, and I even got enough sleep last night! I managed to finish all my nightly chores--prepping for breakfast tomorrow (cook fish, set rice in the rice cooker to cook overnight), make lunch, exercise, clean up a bit, take a shower, check on Laila and make sure she's sleeping--by 10:45 p.m., and then I read for a bit and lights went out by 11 p.m. My watch tells me I got three hours of deep sleep and six and a half hours of quality sleep, all of which ended when Laila took a flying leap onto mama and abba while we were both sleeping. I was in the middle of a dream about...something. I don't remember it anymore. That's pretty standard for me now.
"When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key to the gate of dreams."
-H.P. Lovecraft, The Silver Key
I used to have dreams that stuck with me for hours, at least long enough to write them down, and some that remained no matter what. I still remember recurring dreams from my childhood, like the one where I was in a cabin on a peninsular cliff over a raging ocean under a clear blue sky, or the one where my friends and I were hunting vampires through a weird dream version of my hometown. Now I basically can't remember any dreams at all. I had already forgotten most of the details of my dream within a few minutes of waking up and now I can't remember anything. [instagram.com profile] sashagee tells me that sometimes I'll be thrashing around and muttering and she'll wake me up and I'll thank her and fall back asleep and I have no memory of any of this ever happening.

I used to have real trouble falling asleep in any reasonable amount of time but waking up to take care of Laila fixed that. Now I can fall asleep usually in fifteen minutes or so--not as much as my father or my sister, who are "head hits the pillow and lights out" people, but still way better than the thirty-minutes to an hour of previous. My worst night ever I lay in bed for seven hours until eventually giving up, but nothing like that happens anymore. On the other hand, I don't remember my dreams anymore either, and I wonder if the two are connected? Looking it up it should be the other way around--poor sleep quality is connected to fewer dreams--so maybe I just need to put a journal next to my bed or grab my phone and jot down notes if I have any dream memories on waking up. That's hard when nowadays we're usually woken up by a very enthusiastic Laila though, but it should at least be worth trying.

Came home and passed out

Jun. 25th, 2025 10:17 am
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Ooof, I do not know how people do it who do this for early voting as well!
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but I still wasn't prepared to pop into a pizza shop on my lunch break only to find that it was cooler in the pizzeria than the outside. If that's not terrifying I don't know what is.
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It's currently 27°C but the weather report says it feels like ‎35° and it's only 9 a.m. Fortunately, it's supposed to start raining this afternoon and that will drop the temperature 10°C, which, well, every little bit helps. Our poor aircon was struggling over the weekend to keep up with the sun hitting the bricks and streaming into the windows of our condo and it's probably up there trying its best now. Next month we'll need to have someone out to check up on the HVAC to make sure it's working well--it's one of those things that you're supposed to do every year but money has been tight.

Speaking of money, I have finally decided to crack down and go iron-handed on the budgeting. [instagram.com profile] sashagee has given me the go-ahead to put her on a strict budget--on our shared money at least, she can do whatever she wants with her monthly salary that I pay her--and since I've been using Quicken (and Microsoft Money before that) for decades at this point, I finally downloaded the app and synced it on both of our phones so she can see our budget at a glance. We'd been going over budget for a while and this will let us figure out where the money is going...or would if I didn't already know where it's going. It's going into healthcare costs and food.

It's always going to healthcare costs and food. Emoji dejected

I finished a book recently--Delta Green, the RPG that's a mix of the X-Files and Call of Cthulhu--and when I looked at my Goodreads account I saw that I'm fourteen books behind on my reading goals for this year. I used to read eighty books a year before the Plague Years, but everything got thrown for a loop after that. After Delta Green I picked up Surprised by G-d by Rabbi Danya Ruttenberg, which I've had in my 積ん読 (tsundoku, "Buying books without reading them") pile for a while. I'm a third of the way through and my big take-away at the moment is that it's weirdly similar to one of those evangelical "I used to be a sinner but I Saw The Light" memoirs. Rabbi Ruttenberg was a punk kid who hung out in Chicago going to shows--she namedrops The Alley on Belmont so props for that--and thought that G-d and Torah were dumb old traditions with no meaning in modern times. But she took a trip with her father to the camps in Europe, and then later her mother died of cancer and she started going back to shul, and I haven't gotten there yet but I'm waiting for the part where she Sees The Light. I mean, she's a rabbi now, I know where this is going. It's not affecting my enjoyment of the book, it's just surprising to me how well it maps onto The Standard Narrative. But there's still seventy percent of the book to go, so we'll see where the road leads.

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