Another long month this week. Guess we're going to keep having those for a while. Didn't finish doing my taxes, but figured out an upper bound and filed for an extension. OK, that was the easy part.
Wednesday, on short notice, Naomi and I went to Whidbey Island to look at houses. The first was quirky and magical, especially the land, but it would have taken quite a lot of work to make it habitable. The second was move-in ready and a safe bet, but it's never going to be much better than what it is now. The safe one was going to be looking at offers Thursday, so we put in a bid for asking price. We got it.
Thursday, in addition to finding out that our bid for the Whidbey Island house had been accepted, we got the counter-offer from the buyers for our Seattle house. We now have the choice between getting the work done ourselves, which would get us more money but has some risk, and giving the buyers a price reduction. It may come down to cash flow.
Saturday, Colleen and I decided to go out for dinner... and found the elevator broken. You can read about that little comedy of errors (none of them ours) downwhen in my previous post. A few things stand out:
- An SOP that includes "call the fire department" for after-hours elevator maintenance is clearly wrong.
- If you're going to have maintenance people "on call" but don't have an SLA for them, you have a problem.
- If the only contact information on your website is a phone number, a twitter handle, and a facebook name, something that would otherwise result in an annoyed email is instead going to make you look stupid in public.
Context & Bad Things: Friday I commented a bit about being really miserable. A Bad Thing happened at school, and I was processing that. ( Read more... )
The plum, apple, and cherry trees are in full magnificent blossom here in Portland, with pear and crab-apple still in bloom but starting to drop petals and leaf out. There's that particular intense reddish pink that I want to call cherry-candy-colored but it is historically older and prettier than cherry candy! Sunrise cloud red-pink?
S and I are struggling with some communication with each other - I miss her nonverbal signals; she has a hard time finding the spoons to verbal at me - but we're very aware of it and love each other a lot and are working on it, and I think we made progress talking and listening before she needed to go to work. Progress is good!
I have discovered the Everything Croissant. You know all those seeds and spices and onion bits and more seeds you get on a good savory Everything Bagel? Try those swirled into a croissant with extra butter, and shaped like a giant muffin of croissant-y tastiness for extra silliness.
We got our community garden plot assignment at last! Payment, required training and volunteer hours, first day to weed and turn over, details of commute, and deal between me and S on who does what still to be worked out, but WE GOT ONE YAAAAAAY! And okay, it is far away, but still YAY GARDEN.
I have actually seen the sun at least briefly more days than not this past week.
One of my school kiddoes LOVES the sensory activity kit I put together for her and it is also helping with eliciting some spontaneous oral language stuff. Other stuff is complicated but hey smile of pure joy on little kid's face after squishing a squeezy toy and ringing a little silver bell = YES. Also several students keep giving me dandelions to wear at recess, so I do. <3
I have some time and some energy now and will try to go do some things accordingly.
The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra.
Shadow movie version, with audience participation, a la Rocky Horror.
And the squee was sharp and mighty.
If you've not heard of it, The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra is a movie from the early 2000s made as an homage to the sci-fi B-movies of the 1950s. It was filmed in black and white, with low-budget effects on purpose, and amazingly fun and cheesy dialogue. It is a masterpiece. It is hilarious. It is so bad it's brilliant.
It is also my family's collective favorite movie. Everyone in my immediate family has a copy for their household - my parents, my brother, my sister, and myself. When we all get together, if we are hanging out in a living room and decide we want to watch a movie, we grab The Lost Skeleton off the shelf. When my brother and I found out my sister's fiance isn't a huge fan of it, we gave her a hard time about choosing the right potential husband (we were kidding and we adore her fiance - he's so perfect for her). My brother and sister did the same to me when we found out my then-girlfriend-now-wife liked it, but wasn't as enamored with it as we were.
So my late afternoon/early evening of the con on Saturday will be taken up with this Rocky-Horror-esque viewing of The Lost Skeleton. I am looking forward to Ravencon even more now than I was before. The Lost Skeleton is a very niche movie, and it can be difficult to find a DVD copy. And now I get to watch it with a whole bunch of people who enjoy it as much as I do!
Do you have a favorite movie that's kind of niche? A family movie that doesn't seem like a "traditional" family bonding movie? Have you ever been to a shadow viewing? What was it like? This is my first, but I know some of the traditions surrounding the Rocky Horror ones. Are there others?
Erin Moran has passed away at the age of 56. May she rest in peace. She is best known for her role as Joanie Cunningham on Happy Days and Joanie Loves Chachi.
I have an affinity with moorland wilderness which dates back to my teens when I first visited Dartmoor.
Bodmin Moor is infinitely strange with a mix of 19th century industrial relics and neolithic stone circles.
It's a real place of legend and magic!
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by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 2, complete
word count (story only): 1038
:: This story takes place the same day as “Opportunities Lost and Found,” elsewhere in the city. ::
Thurgood nudged a petit-point embroidered footstool from its hiding place beneath the kitchen table and smiled as he poured Edwina a fresh cup of tea. “Douglas will probably sleep at least two hours, Miss, so your time is your own until he wakes.”
“Thank you,” Edwina answered, surreptitiously resting her feet. “Is it my imagination, or is Douglas becoming more active every day?”
“I'd say he's working himself back to normal, actually,” Thurgood answered.
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If you look at it right, kennings exist in Modern English as well - we refer to Superman as "the Man of Steel", and small children as "rugrats", and there's a whole host of highly offensive slurs that fit the bill as well. (If you don't look at it right, they don't exist in Modern English really, because we don't do much with them. But I like to think they do, so... yeah.)
I have spent a considerable amount of time amusing myself by writing out lists of kennings in Modern English (four eyes, skyscraper, Caped Crusader, pencil pusher...), but I will refrain from inflicting the entire list on you all. These lists are much more interesting to compose than to read anyway. Also, I'm hoping that if I don't pretend to be comprehensive, somebody will suggest a term that I've completely overlooked.
I even got a little sleep. Imagine that. Sadly I didn't feel up to driving back to Athens to go on the Science, Not Silence protest march. The temp dropped about forty degrees and I wasn't going anywhere without pain. (also the laundry won't do itself, nor will my final exams write themselves. I'm the worst sort of activist.)
So I was reading my friend's ghost book and I was reminded of something about resurrectionists and this scene popped out for one of my prompts (losing your job). I don't know what it is but I imagined a world with two religions (one highly anti-science, the other far more inclusive and progressive), magic too. Not sure if it's steampunk or not but it's probably around late 1800s tech. He'll be taken in by a mage and her daughter. It'll fast forward to their teen years soon enough and be their story. See what you think.
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But Swancon has been awesome: nourishing to the soul and uplifting my spirits.