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July 28th, 2017: San Diego Comic Con was AMAZING: I met so many great and interesting readers, got to meet some people that I really admire, and won two (TWO!) Eisner Awards, for my work on Squirrel Girl and Jughead! IT WAS PRETTY AMAZING!!
For the past 22 years, the Los Angeles Race Course in Southern California has been the site of the annual Wiener National Races. It is a place where talented dachshunds sprint to the finish line. The annual event draws in just over 90 competing canines from around the area and has over 10,000 fans!
But this year, is truly inspirational. One very special contestant named Lady Bug...aka "The Bug" not only had tails wagging and dogs barking... but the crowd cheering! Many underestimated the small pup, but forgot about her drive!
honestly it seems a little on-point, I'm afraid to trust it.
It may be on its last gasps, but thank god it's not quite dead yet.
2. Had a nice day off. Got a lot of translation stuff done.
3. I just found out this iOS game I really love, Oceanhorn, is out for the Switch! I've kind of been wanting to play it again, and the Switch controls can't help but be better than the touchscreen ones, so I'm pretty excited about that.
4. Just checked Facebook one last time before bed and saw that the ACA repeal bill didn't pass, thank fuck.
5. Carla managed to snap a shot of Chloe yawning. So cute!
When Sandy arrives back at Clorinda’s house, he finds she has company, if Dr Quintus Ferraby convoking with her upon matters of sanitation can be counted as company. Quintus stands, shakes his hand, makes comments suitable to the situation. He also regards him with that piercing scrutiny that has made him so famed for his powers of diagnosis.
He then says, with unusual hesitation, that it is opined among the profession that 'tis more healthful to express grief than to bottle it up.
There are those, says Sandy, would consider I had cause for rejoicing rather than grief.
They both look at him but say nothing.
Clorinda breaks the silence by asking after Sukey. She is well enough in herself, says Quintus, but is in one of her melancholic fits. He sighs, and takes his leave.
Very clever, says Sandy to Clorinda, I confide 'twas not entirely coincidental you desired him to come advize on your proposed improvements about the mine?
Perchance not, says Clorinda. But, my dear, I hope you have come about to dispatch your business at Raxdell House?
He conveys to her the Viscount’s request concerning the Viscountess – Clorinda sighs a little, and takes out her little memorandum book to make a note. Poor creature, she says, I daresay she has been entire contented in county society and now feels as if she has been thrown into a pit of crocodiles.
And he gave me these for you.
O, she cries, that was exceeding kind! Sure these are the fabled pink diamonds.
And the snuffbox in which you both found such amusement, he says.
Oh, did he never show you the trick of it? She takes the snuffbox and says, do you press here beside the lid, you will see that it opens up to display a naughty device within. Have you never seen the like?
No, he says, but I would suppose that even among hidden naughty devices, that is somewhat out of the common.
Sure I have not made a study, but I quite daresay 'tis the case. I mind me that I should write to Ammerpark concerning the painting.
I am at a loss, he says, to know what it might be, for Gervase was not a great collector of art.
Why, my dear, 'tis Raoul de Clérault's fine study of a titian-haired philosopher at his desk.
It undoes him to hear this: that doubtless by some confederacy with Clorinda, Gervase had purchased that portrait and concealed it at Ammerpark all these years. He finds himself on his knees, sobbing into Clorinda's lap.
He was so much better than me, he blurts, with his sweet nature and his generosity; I that am such a crabbed sour grudging jealous creature.
Clorinda says nothing but strokes his hair.
And then coming lean upon you and your kindness –
Dear Sandy, it gives me comfort to comfort you.
He lifts his head to look at her. Can it be so?
Yes, my dear, it can.
He decides that he will believe that she tells the truth, though, for all she will occasionally murmur about Universal Law, her attitude towards truth has always had a certain flexibility about it.
And it is, as far as any state may be considered agreeable at this time, very agreeable to be anywhere that is not Raxdell House, especially when it is in such a comfortable and well-run house, and to be exhorted to make free of the library and consider it quite as his study. To have his appetite tempted by a variety of treats prepared by Euphemia – he confides that did he of a sudden declare a craving for haggis, she would be about the matter at once, while her brose would have inspired the pen of Burns.
He is not quite so certain about Clorinda’s attempts to provide treats of the mind for him – at least, that is what he supposes they are. Perchance it has been more of a custom than he supposed for Matt Johnson to come call upon her? But one day he goes take tea with her, as has become somewhat of a habit, and there is Matt Johnson, grey of hair and not one that would offer these days to pursue criminals at a run, but still with knotted problems and mysteries to do with crimes that he is delighted to unfold.
Mayhap when Jacob Samuels comes to Town for meetings of the Royal Society or the Geological Society it is entirely usual for him to come to take tea with Clorinda and give her the news of Martha and their offspring; and since he has time before his meeting, may as well undertake a game of chess with Sandy.
If Agnes Lucas comes to Town with some new poems to show Clorinda, 'tis entirely understandable that she may take the opportunity to ask his own critical opinion
Indeed, there are many of their circle are surely regular callers upon Clorinda, and quite as much friends of himself.
Does he accuse Clorinda of contrivance, he can suppose the eyes looking tearful, and quite the finest pathetic expression upon her face. But he has seen her in action so many times over these many years.
But they neither of them, he confides, expected the descent of the entire convocation, save for Josh, that is somewhere in Africa, of Ferrabys.
He has been about reading in the library – The Last Man was not perhaps the happiest choice – and thinks that must be time for tea. So he descends the stair and goes through the connecting door and observes that Hector is looking more than usually enigmatic. Glancing out of the window he observes several carriages drawn up.
Hector sighs. Not so much company as family, he says.
Sandy is very minded to turn back, but how should he fear the Ferrabys?
He had not expected the entire family, including spouses, and Hannah, to be disposed about the room as he entered, while Clorinda giggles and says, my dears, I am touched, no, very greatly touched, that you desire protect me from detrimental fortune hunters, but really, my loves, surely you cannot suppose –
Hannah is casting her eyes up in the manner of one that has been making this argument to no avail. Sebastian Knowles is also wearing a somewhat sceptical expression.
They all turn their eyes upon him. Sir Harry comes up and shakes his hand and expresses condolences, followed by all the rest: Lady Louisa, Bess and Sir Thomas, Meg and Sebastian, Quintus and Sukey, Flora and Hannah.
But, says Bess, what were we to think? Was it not ever a jest about Raxdell House about the two of you?
(Not a jest, he dares say, that either of them ever heard.)
Oh, really, my dears, laughs Clorinda, 'tis entirely a matter of antient friendship, and sure Mr MacDonald has been left a very comfortable independence, perchance you might warn him against designing widows?
But gossip – begins Sir Harry.
O, poo, says Clorinda, at our years? Is there no other scandal that society may be about? La, used to be 'twas I got into fusses and frets and would be brought to a more sober frame of mind by your dear parents’ prudent counsel. But indeed, my loves, 'tis entire agreeable to see you all, and I am in the supposition that at any moment there will be a deal of tea and many fine cakes come through the door, and I shall have a deal of endeavour to convince Euphemia that you came quite impromptu and I had no expectation of this visit.
Flora goes to kneel beside Clorinda’s chair. Dearest tiger, she says, what these foolish creatures will not come at telling you is that 'twas all their concern for me, their baby sister – as if you have not already showed most exceeding generous, 'tis not as though I should be left in want did you go change your will –
Clorinda lays her hand upon the golden head, and looks lovingly at her daughter. La, she says, did all suppose that poor Mr MacDonald would be out of a place and in want, and such a fate move me entirely to womanly pity?
There is a general air of consciousness among the Ferraby clan.
Fie, my darlings, you that all knew and loved Milord, how could you suppose that he would not have provided for one that had served him so diligently so many years? Or indeed that there are not those that would entire jump at offering Mr MacDonald a place?
Hannah coughs and says, 'twas not quite the like with my Mama and Papa, for there is the jam factory that shows so profitable they might quit service and go set up in a country mansion tomorrow did they desire. But still he showed generous.
Comes Euphemia herself with tea, followed by one of her daughters with a deal of cakes.
He is in some concern that the entire family may stay to dinner, but they have matters to be about, all except Flora and Hannah, that have come up from Surrey.
Will you not stay, my sweet wombatt? asks Clorinda.
Flora says, 'tis a great temptation – might we, Hannah?
Hannah smiles and says, 'tis not as tho’ we have left the children alone in the house, they are well attended, I doubt they will be going fall into the fire. Also, was a matter or two I should greatly wish look out in your library, Lady B-.
Why, dear Hannah, you are entire welcome: and mayhap Mr MacDonald would be so kind as to assist you to any volumes you seek.
How Medieval Chefs Tackled Meat-Free Days
In baby's dirty diapers, the clues to baby's brain development
One Tool for Equitable Play: A Warehouse of Shared Toys
Hot new job for middle-class students: manual labor
Humans identify emotions in the voices of all air-breathing vertebrates
Remembering Caspar Milquetoast: He spoke softly and got hit with a big stick.
Perdue Farms Signs Up For A Chicken Welfare Revolution
The Complicated Growth of 4-H
Why the Myth of Meritocracy Hurts Kids of Color
FDA panel: Not enough data to OK "abuse-deterrent" opioid
In US first, scientists edit genes of human embryos
Turkey's Erdogan says Israel damaging Jerusalem's 'Islamic character'
Libyan Rivals Agree to a Cease-Fire and Elections After Talks in France
Indonesia orangutan sanctuary says villagers encroaching
The world's water quality might be in trouble
The South China Sea’s untapped oil and natural gas are back in focus
Russia says its Baltic Sea war games with Chinese Navy not a threat
EU warns US over 'America first' Russia sanctions bill
On Rikers Island, a Move Toward Reform Causes Trouble
Over 2,000 Migrants Have Died Crossing the Mediterranean So Far This Year
'The "insane" -- ie, foaming at the mouth -- Joker is definitely far, far off-model from the correct portrayal of the character. The real Joker was able to keep Batman guessing because he was smart and ruthless, not because he was crazy. The latter is a lot like saying a drunk driver would have the best chance of winning at the Indy 500!'- John Byrne
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I was following twitter feeds of some of the reporters at the Senate during the vote-a-rama, and everyone was pretty much stunned by the turn of events. For more than an hour, Republicans refused to close the previous vote so that they'd have more time to strong-arm McCain, Murkowski, and Collins. No one knew what was being said, so reporters were describing body language and hoping. I couldn't believe it was going to go our way, even when Pence left the building.
And then the votes came in.
(Okay, nothing's officially dead until we get a better ACA repair bill in play, but still -- this was supposed to be a done deal in January and we've fought it to a fucking standstill and I AM SO PROUD OF US, LOOK HOW STRONG WE ARE TOGETHER!)
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Today was . . . kind of hard. I broke a bud vase that belonged to my great-great-grandmother. It wasn't valuable, except for sentimental reasons, plus my mother was using it. I was so upset. I brought home the pieces and will try to glue them back but honestly, I don't think it can be done. Or at least that I can't do it. But I'll try.
Then, while cleaning up after dinner, I broke my favorite bowl. Again, not valuable in any way except I use it for everything: eating soup or cereal and measuring flour and sugar when I bake. I just felt overwhelmed when I saw the pieces in the sink. Webster cleaned them up for me but what's broken is broken, you know? And to break two things in one day? Frankly, I feel a little broken. The political situation doesn't help. I stupidly logged into Twitter and oh my fucking god. No no no no no.
Webster says I'm not having enough fun, that I'm working too hard. Maybe? Anyway, we're going to find time to go to a movie, and I'm going to try to chill out. I'm going to give up on politics again for a while, too. I don't want the bastards to win, but I need to take care of myself so I can take care of Webster and Mother.
I did have a nice time with Mother, despite the broken vase. She's still talking about my late aunt and uncle, but it's easier for me to say, No, gosh, I didn't get a chance to talk to them. And she's so excited that my sister will be out for a visit in five weeks.
I think I'll listen to the latest My Favorite Murder now, and then go to sleep, even though it's ridiculously early.
There were a lot of twisty-ties tossed out today. Wrappers, tins, boxes, papers. Some minor reorganization and consolidation that shouldn't have needed to take place, strictly speaking, but it wasn't until now I had any feeling or motivation. I don't believe in a lot of the how-to philosophy behind this sort of thing - I tend to stand behind the relentlessly practical approach - but recognizing it wasn't doing anything for me to have the stuff around helped a lot. Looking at a jar and anticipating putting lemonade in it's different than looking at a rubber band and just wondering where to toss it. And now I've got a little breathing room on my table that I hope to expand upon, and might even tackle the rug in the next couple weeks.
I started as in opened the file on my phone, but did not actually read any of Hollow City, the sequel to Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children.
I am also still in progress on The History of Forgetting: Los Angeles and the Erasure of Memory, though I don't think I read any this last week at all.
What did you recently finish reading?
I finished the aforementioned Miss Peregrin's Home for Peculiar Children a few days ago. Overall I really liked it.
I also read Alison Bechdel's Are You My Mother? As opposed to Fun Home, which is a pretty straightforward memoir about her relationship with her father, this wanders a lot, with probably as much time spent talking about her time in therapy and her readings of various famous psychologists, as well as her wondering how to write this book that she's writing, as there is stuff about her interactions with her mother. But it works really well and I enjoyed it a lot.
I read the first volume of Urasawa Naoki's Billy Bat the night before last. I had been putting off reading it until it was complete, because with this sort of suspenseful story, I knew I didn't want to have to wait between releases. And then the series ended and I loaded it all on my ipad and didn't read it because I don't know why. But now I finally started and it's just as suspenseful as I knew it would be. In fact, I stayed up way too late reading the first volume because I kept telling myself I'd stop with the next chapter and then couldn't!
What do you think you'll read next?
More Billy Bat for sure. Also I definitely plan to get started on A Wrinkle in Time soon, since it is a library book and I can't let it sit forever (though at least as an older book it's four weeks instead of two; but I imagine with people wanting to read it because of the upcoming movie, copies might be more in demand than they normally would be and I can't count on being able to renew it if I don't finish before the due date).
For me, my fic is a Riverdale/Archie Comics fic for the FP Jones/Kevin Keller pairing called "Second Time Around." It has FP Jones, a rough and tough gang leader in canon, now trying to step up in his role as a newly single parent, as well as trying act more like a gentleman in order to convince Kevin Keller to stay with him. It can get difficult, because the situation in itself requires FP to change from how he is in canon into someone who's more gentle and caring, so it can very easily stretch the willing suspension of disbelief.
And now I'm curious! How do you, as a writer, believably keep a character as themselves while writing about them acting differently than how they are in canon, or willingly choosing to act unlike themselves?
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Hestia set the first claw in it, of course. Now she crouches on the back like a demon rabbit, staring out into the world with wide gold eyes. Autolycus leapt onto the cushions, prowled, sniffed carefully all around, and then took possession of a stack of displaced boxes of slightly greater elevation. I am sitting on it with my computer like a sensible person. I could sit on it and read books. I could drag the coffee table over and watch a movie without being at my desk. I could, some afternoon, fall asleep.
Yay, having furniture.