wolffyluna: A green unicorn holding her tail in her mouth (Default)
[personal profile] wolffyluna posting in [community profile] c_ent

For Fandom Trumps Hate this year, I offered to record podfic. The winner of my auction requested podfic that was:

  • for the BeefLeaf ship for Tian Guan Ci Fu
  • 5-10k words long
  • had a happy or hopeful ending

And I am having a little trouble finding such a fic that the author has given permission for people to make podfic for.

If anyone has any recommendations, that would be very helpful. (And self recommendations are more than welcome!)

Swap.

Apr. 27th, 2026 11:28 pm
hannah: (Robert Downey Jr. - riot__libertine)
[personal profile] hannah
In an effort to declutter, bringing stuff into the apartment isn't the best strategy. But bringing it in to take it back out is acceptable. Case in point: a couple weeks ago, someone moved out and I grabbed a box of vinyl records, which I hauled for ten blocks to be offered either $10 cash or $20 store credit. I took the cash.

I looked through them beforehand, and a couple tempted me, but I only kept Abbey Road as an object to enjoy. The rest that didn't get accepted by the used bookstore were hauled another couple blocks to a local library, where they'll be processed for the next used book sale or disposed of safely by professionals.

For hourly rates, it's not very good; for something that only cost me the effort to haul them over there, I think I turned a reasonable profit. A dollar a block.

review: Cold Tapes

Apr. 28th, 2026 06:03 am
shipperslist: foggy night with streetlamps (podcasts)
[personal profile] shipperslist posting in [community profile] voiceinmyear


Cold Tapes is an award-winning and Critically Acclaimed Murder Mystery Audio Drama inspired by True Crime podcasts.

Set against the backdrop of Antarctica’s six-month Winter Over, marked by perpetual darkness and isolation, our story delves into the intertwined lives and claustrophobic relationships of a small group of international scientists and crew stationed on a remote research base, Bowers Wilson. 

In addition to the extreme conditions, the research station crackles with sexual tension, unexplained mysterious psychotic events, hidden criminal pasts and strange global conspiracy theories, thrusting any wannabe detectives into a gripping narrative surrounding the mysterious death of 33-year-old behavioural scientist Andrew Fairfield.

With only sixteen people left on the base, the murderer must be one of them. Join the diligent and obsessive DCI Tessa McCallister as she works around the clock to spearhead the police investigation from the UK and solve the murder from over 9,000 miles away.

I heard the ad for this audiodrama in another Rusty Quill production and was intrigued--and I devoured it all in just over a day. This was well done and well acted and super interesting--like, how many times have you listened to a crime investigation conducted remotely? The ending is...hm... I enjoyed how it left me like "Wait, but what about-- what's next? TELL ME!" There seems to be a S2 coming up but I have no clue when. 


BTW, the blurb (and link) above is from the Rusty Quill page, and I highly recommend you stay the away from the show's own website because it has spoilers!

(no subject)

May. 1st, 2026 09:56 pm
conuly: (Default)
[personal profile] conuly


As you may guess, this was inspired by the folksong of the same name. You can find more information about that song here.

A note to two dads of little girls

Apr. 30th, 2026 09:03 pm
conuly: (Default)
[personal profile] conuly
To the man on the bus talking to his daughter about what color she was going to paint his nails when they got home: Good job! You get a gold star and a cookie, which you will probably share with your kid! Cookies all around, no sarcasm!

To the man in CVS playing on his phone while his wife corralled their two year old and talked to the pharmacist: Dude, if you're not gonna help, just stay home.

This tangentially connects to one of my favorite poems, which I was recently reminded of.

******************


Read more... )

Lake Lewisia #1388

Apr. 27th, 2026 05:46 pm
scrubjayspeaks: Town sign for (fictional) Lake Lewisia, showing icons of mountains and a lake with the letter L (Lake Lewisia)
[personal profile] scrubjayspeaks
Pulled by harnessed flocks of sea birds, a cloud caravan has drifted into the skies above Lewisia and stopped for trade and socializing. The aerial village is too small to be part of the sister city system, but we consider them kin all the same and encourage anyone who has not seen one of their previous rare visits to take the time to say hello. A landing platform is being constructed (we knew we should have held onto the old one, but stratospheric structures are so difficult to maintain) to ease accessibility for any Lewisians feeling uncertain about hitching a ride in a pelican shuttle.

---

LL#1388
lannamichaels: "In my defense the plums were delicious" written on a green background. (i ate your plums)
[personal profile] lannamichaels


Title: To Gather Paradise.
Author: [personal profile] lannamichaels
Fandom: Vorkosigan Saga
Series: Part 3 of I Dwell In Possibility
Pairing: Piotr Vorkosigan/Gregor Vorbarra, Piotr Vorkosigan/Ezar Vorbarra
Rating: R
A/N: When I wrote I Dwell In Possibility, I tried really really hard to make it Gregor/Piotr. And so I have kept at this fic since 2018, on and off, trying to make it work, so that I could announce BINGO on the fifth Vorbarra who I've had fuck Piotr. I am so proud of this bingo, I cannot even describe. The title is from I Dwell In Possibility (Poem 657) by Emily Dickinson.
Archives: Archive Of Our Own, SquidgeWorld

Summary: In a world filled with Cetagandans, Piotr supposes he can't allow himself to be perturbed by a time traveler.


Look I once saw someone write Vorkosigan/Vorbarra and I said that's not a pairing that's a challenge )

Worked a different place today

Apr. 27th, 2026 10:15 am
conuly: (Default)
[personal profile] conuly
It's three shifts this week in addition to my usual - I don't actually want to work six shifts, but I urgently need the cash, so we'll see what we see.

I took the bus there, but when I got there I saw the train tracks and decided to take the train back. And since I was hungry, I stopped into the corner store by the train for a snack, and immediately my chest felt tight and the tears welled up. I feel really absurd about this, but I didn't realize until right then that this is the train stop closest to the hospital. I can only have stopped in this particular store half a dozen times, max, but... yeah. (Actually, thinking carefully, I think I stopped in there the day Mommy was intubated, and that was the last time before today, so no wonder I freaked out and sobbed for 15, 20 minutes straight. If I had started sobbing in the store, maybe they would've comped me my drink.)

Dear fic writer:

Apr. 29th, 2026 01:10 am
conuly: (Default)
[personal profile] conuly
It is 1992. This kid is twelve. He doesn’t know the word “gaslighting”, he doesn’t know the phrase “trauma response”, and if he knew the latter, he wouldn’t apply it to himself.

Also, there’s no such thing as a landline. It’s just a phone, so called because it transmits sound, phone, a long way, tele. It doesn’t do anything else, not even voicemail, and you need to pay extra for caller ID.

Kitchen travels.

Apr. 26th, 2026 09:08 pm
hannah: (Pruning shears - fooish_icons)
[personal profile] hannah
The lentil soup recipe I settled on called for three cups of lentils. I had one cup each of three kinds of lentils. The solution was exactly that simple. It didn't come out spectacular, but it came out well enough I want to try it again to see if I can get it to come out better, and not just to keep working through the lentils.

A side-effect of my TV viewing still being Rome had me looking at a giant pot of lentils that were cooking down to porridge with some vegetables and herbs and thinking, "Yeah, that looks about the same." I've got tomatoes and more spices than the Romans did back in the day, and I don't think they'd developed rapini yet, but in the ways that matter, it's about the same.

Related, in browsing the drink aisle, I found there's a company called Ancient Drinks selling modern versions of ancient drinks - not that they're saying "modern" on the label, but Rome didn't have maple syrup as an available ingredient, so I don't know what else to call it. Modern lentils, modern posca - and it's still lentils and posca.

Idly, this has me thinking of a conversation from a few weeks ago where an Italian-American related a story of drinking wine with some French people, who commented on the development of glass bottles, and he said that the French had the Italians to thank for wine and related technology. As it was Passover and we were kicking it very old school, I had to say, "Yeah, but you stole it all from the Greeks."

Done This Week

Apr. 26th, 2026 12:18 pm
scrubjayspeaks: hand holding pen over notebook (done this week)
[personal profile] scrubjayspeaks
Well, this has been a needlessly eventful week. On Monday, Pepper encountered a skunk in the backyard, which had snuck in while mum was cleaning the duck’s coop. She only got lightly sprayed, so while she is still a stink beast, it’s not unlivable to have her in the house. *sigh* We’ve barricaded the spots where it was slipping under the fence. There isn’t anything especially enticing in the yard, so hopefully that will be enough to encourage it to explore elsewhere.

Meanwhile, I now have a new ISP. We had been on AT&T, who has our landline. They are doing mandatory upgrades and demanded more money and a change in hardware. Considering their service had been laughably awful and we’ve been relying on a hotspot loan system at the local library, we told them to go fuck themselves. (Which took several rounds, because the first person we talked to absolutely refused to believe that we had internet service through them, despite it being right there on the monthly billing statement.)

That hotspot system is through T-Mobile, and we had been pretty happy with it, considering it was free to us. That’s also who has our cell service. So we ended up switching to them. The internet is now MUCH faster and a fair bit cheaper than what we had before and MUCH cheaper than what AT&T was demanding. So!

Lewisia: 3 new pieces written

Day job: 43.75 hours

Cooking: the tumblr Assyrian baked rice (I really appreciated the food science explanation about scented rices and the cooking process, I have never gotten long-grain rice to turn out right before), mushroom pâté (definitely not just a highly seasoned pile of mushroom mud, no sir), almond croissant bread from KAF (holy shit, fantastic)

Crafting: took measurements and calculated material needs for building a replacement set of steps for the back porch, as the current ones are succumbing to time and weather

Gardening: dug four holes to plant the various salvias and other wildflower shrubs that have been languishing in pots for...way too long, wheeled out more loads of compost to the pumpkin patch area

Reading: Wolf Worm by T. Kingfisher (...Ursula, what the fuck...really good and really gross), Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson (another entry in the list of classic novels that become suddenly accessible to me when in audio form, I should see if I can stand Jane Austen this way)

Watching: finished Stranger Things season 2

Listening: HADES by Melanie Martinez (new album, she has yet to disappoint me)

Playing: oh, okay, so I’m like...nowhere at all into Pokopia’s storyline, got it, will pace myself accordingly

Clock Mouse: 104 minutes of planning work, plus 1605 words written

Other: set up new internet gateway

(no subject)

Apr. 28th, 2026 11:03 pm

Anyone want anything?

Apr. 25th, 2026 10:02 pm
lannamichaels: Astronaut Dale Gardner holds up For Sale sign after EVA. (Default)
[personal profile] lannamichaels


Anyone want anything? Prompts, meta, rants, etc?

Also apparently we're in 3 weeks for dreamwidth, so if anyone wants a general post on something, let me know.

conuly: (Default)
[personal profile] conuly posting in [community profile] agonyaunt
Dear Annie: I have been married for 12 years to a good man whom I love very much, but I dread nearly every holiday, birthday dinner and casual Sunday visit with his family. On the surface, my in-laws are charming, polished and the sort of people everyone else describes as "so nice." But behind that polished exterior is a steady drip of cutting remarks aimed almost entirely at me.

My mother-in-law has a talent for delivering insults with a smile. She will look at a meal I brought and say, "Well, that's certainly ... rustic," or ask whether I am "still doing that little job of yours," even though I work full time and do quite well. My father-in-law joins in with jokes about how their son "used to eat better before marriage" or how I have "modern ideas" whenever I disagree with them about anything from parenting to politics to how often we should visit.

The comments are always subtle enough that if I react, I look oversensitive. But after years of this, I feel like I am being pecked to death by very well-dressed chickens.

What hurts most is that my husband says, "That's just how they are," and urges me to ignore it to keep the peace. But there is no peace for me. I leave these gatherings replaying every jab in my head for days.

How do I tell my in-laws to stop without blowing up the family? And how do I get my husband to understand that "just ignore it" is not a strategy, it is surrender? -- Bruised by Politeness


Read more... )
conuly: (Default)
[personal profile] conuly posting in [community profile] agonyaunt
DEAR ABBY: I'm struggling with what to do about my first job out of college. I've been here for four months, and while I expected a learning curve, I didn't expect the environment to feel so hostile. My boss yells at me across the office for small, easily fixable mistakes. The latest incident involved her slamming her hands on the table several times and shouting, "What are you talking about?" while I was trying to clarify a question. I couldn't even get my words out.

I'm in the second round of interviews for another job with a different company, and I'm torn about what to do. My parents think I should stick it out to avoid being seen as a job hopper. But I feel anxious going into work every day. This environment is eroding my confidence.

Furthermore, I will be moving to a new town with my fiance next year, so I'm wondering if it's smarter to stay for another several months or take the new job (which will be remote, if I get it) even though I'm worried I might not like that one either.

Am I too sensitive? Should I leave a job this quickly, or push through until my move? How do I make the right decision when I feel guilty no matter what I choose? -- CONFLICTED IN NEBRASKA


Read more... )

Profile

semperfiona: (Default)
semperfiona

January 2026

S M T W T F S
    1 23
45678910
11 121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Apr. 28th, 2026 09:27 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios