fufaraw: Bobby lit match (Bobby)
unless it's PBS, and as I was FF-ing through the commercials on the most recently DVR'd Criminal Minds, I got a flash of a familiar face, and backed up to see what's going on.

Kim Rhodes and Jim Beaver are guesting on the most recent episode of Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders, episode title, Blowback. From the brief clips, Kim, looking every inch the high-ranking HBIC, has got her fierce on. And Jim's looking very distinguished, competent corporate or Fed-ly. I might have to watch this one.
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dark moon binding spell


























Third observation of the national dark moon binding spell is tonight, at 9PM Pacific, midnight Eastern. Instructions here: extranewsfeed.com/a-spell-to-bind-donald-trump-and-all-those-who-abet-him-february-24th-mass-ritual-51f3d94f62f4
fufaraw: (J2)
from a man much smarter and more compassionate than I. From Tumblr, George Takei:

"I am addressing this to all who voted to defeat Donald Trump and what he represents. We may not
have prevailed, but we must not despair.

"Many of you are, like me, in a state of shock. This does not feel like the America you love and
honor. We are in uncharted waters. In times like these we must reaffirm the values we cherish
and have fought for: equality, justice, the care of the planet. We must stand up defiantly to any
dark or devisive acts, and look out for the most vulnerable among us. It is more important than
ever.

"Within our hearts we know the society we wish to live in. No one can take that vision from us.
We are each of us keepers of that promise. This country has seen wars and grave injustices, slavery
and even civil war in its past. Yet we found our way through.

"Hold your loved ones close. Tell them that it is in times of sadness and in the toughest of days
where we often find our true mettle."

Also via Tumblr, from [livejournal.com profile] morgandawn:  Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.
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I live with several physical ailments--none lifethreatening, just distracting and exhausting. Tiresome to talk about, to explain to a doctor, doctors, specialists. So far I'm managing to avoid taking organ-damaging drugs, maintaining with avoidance diet and OTC pain meds.

And then there are the chronic mental-emotional glitches. I'm fiercely introverted, I have ADHD (inattentive. What were you saying?), and am mildly autistic. Traits I've learned to leverage as hyperfocus = productivity, and compartmentalizing.

I got some bad family news this week, and my inevitable self-castigating thought is, "if I'd been there, I could have done something before this happened." But I wasn't, because I had other debts to pay, so chips are falling, no matter what I do.

I see Jared work with programs that help people, and encourage and support people--Always Keep Fighting! And often, my response is, but why? I will admit that life has its moments, its clear vision, its lung-expanding deep breaths, its joyous sounds. Sometimes those things combine to create a pocket of real happiness, contentment, joy.  Those times are precious, and I treasure them. But the problem is white-knuckling it from one of those moments to the next, and I can't help weighing the payoff against the payment, evaluating the bargain.

We ran away from home today, OH and I, on a gorgeous sunny fall day. We were driving through farm country--vast blue skies and rafts of fluffy white clouds over fields gilding in the sun. Conversation was sparse today. We spar and argue and play devil's advocate with each other, egg each other on, but we're good quiet together, too, and today was quiet. I suddenly was aware <a href=https://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?fr=tightropetb&p=david+darling> this piece of music was playing. My favorite instruments in the world are oboe and cello--piano and guitar are distant third and fourth. As I closed my eyes and slipped into the music, suddenly I felt myself floating, soaring, above the fields, eye level with the treetops and horizon mountains, warm breeze cradling me, stroking my skin. I turned to OH, "I could fly quite a while on this music." He smiled, and I turned back to my window, aware now of the tears slicking my cheeks.

I guess you could call it a moment of grace. I've ordered the CD. May it make the spaces between a little easier.
fufaraw: (J2)
one, or maybe two steps back. Word count is not mounting very fast, but then I'm converting notes and sketched scenes to actual story, and figuring out where said scenes fit along the timeline, so there's a lot of deleting going on while the actual words are increasing. Hopefully, both elements come out correctly by the deadline. I am now accepting all good wishes and incentives. Including chocolate.

Ahem

Feb. 2nd, 2016 10:54 am
fufaraw: (red umbrella snow)
If I might have your attention, (I know, I know, serial posting. Sorry)

Perfectly good word, lead. With a short e (homonym, "head"), defined as: noun, a heavy, comparatively soft, malleable, bluish-gray metal, sometimes found in its natural state but usually combined as a sulfide, especially in galena. Symbol: Pb; atomic weight: 207.19; atomic number: 82; specific gravity: 11.34 at 20°C.(from Dictionary.com)

However, with a long e (homonym, "heed"), it's defined as: verb, used with object (Dictionary.com)


1. to go before or with to show the way; conduct or escort: to lead a group on a cross-country hike.2. to conduct by holding and guiding: to lead a horse by a rope.3. to influence or induce; cause: Subsequent events would lead him to reconsider his position.4. to guide in direction, course, action, opinion, etc.; bring: You can lead her around to your point of view if you are persistent.5. to conduct or bring (water, wire, etc.) in a particular course.
6. (of a road, passage, etc.) to serve to bring (a person) to a place: The first street on the left will lead you to Andrews Place.
--and, etc. At the link, http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/lead?s=t , there are other variants, as verb used without object, as adjective, etc. All pronounced "leed".

Past tense of "to lead" is--dah dah duuunnnn!--"led." Not "lead," the homonym, because "lead" with a short e ("head") is a heavy metal.

I know, it's confusing. Let me confuse you more. The word "peak" is a homonym. Lemme 'splain by example, 'kay?

"Her peaked nipple piqued his interest where it peeked above the ruffles of her bodice."  See? Not one, not two, but three words that sound the same, but each has a different meaning. So lets not have anybody else "peaking from behind the doorframe," shall we? Unless they're rising to a point of sexual excitement, etc.

Thank you for your attention.
fufaraw: (red umbrella snow)
The house looks bare with all the decorations down and put away. OH called his mom yesterday to wish her Happy Christmas--she keeps Old Christmas, so we do too. In our case it's mostly A. reluctance to bother taking stuff down and packing it all away, and B. putting off returning to a mundane non-festive house.  But needs must, the candles are out of the windows and winter seems darker than ever.

We had friends in last weekend, which was fun and we should do more often. And then I came down with a tummy bug and spent a couple of days under the weather. We've had less rain than recently, and should get out and go for a long drive. We need to see Star Wars, maybe we'll do that this coming week.

2016 isn't starting out like gangbusters. I'm still feeling hibernatory. I have dentistry and an eye checkup already booked this month, a mammo, bloodwork, and an appointment with my PCP to schedule. That's a lot of don'wanna right there.  Big Bang signups are soon--Wendy reminds us it's the tenth year! That's an amazing feat in fandom--any fandom. I'm planning to sign up, even though I don't have an idea burning to be written. I'd feel terrible if lightning did strike and I hadn't signed up. We'll see how it goes.

For today though, I'ma snuggle up in front of the fireplace dvd (hiss, crackle, snap!), finish my coffee, and try and locate my motivation so I can kick it into gear on Monday.

Dear flist,

Jan. 1st, 2016 01:02 am
fufaraw: (red umbrella snow)
I'd like to take this opportunity to wish all of you a wonderful, bright and Happy New Year!

I gaze at no introspection on past failures or achievements, and I make no resolutions. It's enough I set my face toward the blank slate of 2016 and refuse to hold it accountable for the atrocities and shortcomings of its elder siblings. It is a wee and innocent thing at the moment, trembling with possibilities. I'll wish it well, and choose to believe in the scope of things achieveable.

Who's with me?
fufaraw: (J2)
Wanted to apologize for being so thin on the ground here, lately. There's real life stuff needing to be done, and all the rest of my focus right now is on my BB. Which, is proceeding. If it's not magically completing itself, well, that is a little too much to hope for, I suppose.

But I'm also being scarce on purpose because--People! So Much Tempting Meanttobe fic! So! Much! So tempting! So I'm kinda marking the dates so I can come back later and eat it ALL up with a SPOON! And BB starts posting *tomorrow*!! So much fic, and me with a moratorium on reading until I post. So sad.

It's really warm, today, and we've deployed the fans, which is really the only way we survive summer with no AC. I'm lacking one oscillator, which is on a high closet shelf and much be fetched by the Other Human, and also the cardboard baffle we made for the front window to keep sun heat on the window glass from heating up the room. It's white on the side that faces out, for reflection, and corrugated for a bit of insulation. We *tell ourselves* it's helping, and it may be, a degree or two. The only thing left to do, and I'm saving it for end of July and August--is mount the shade in the skylight. It turns the whole center of the house into underwaterish gloom, though, and I don't like it. But if it's a choice between baking in our juices and living in gloom, well....

Hope you're all well.
fufaraw: (J2)
Let me just say this, I love Julian Richings beyond measure. Also, while watching the "Sammy, close your eyes" scene, I felt something tickling my face and reached up to brush it away. My fingertips came away wet. This was the first episode all season that managed to evoke visceral emotion from me. It's been long, tedious, and frustrating, but that scene was a payoff, of sorts. It doesn't balance the scale, but you know, I'll take it.

In other news, if you haven't seen The Supernatural Parody go now, right now, and watch it! Why are you still here?

In other, other news, the BB grows, apace. Um, though not Shakespearean-ly, for all the use of the word apace.

ETA: Oh, and shoot me now (or, well, don't, because I kind of like it), I've had Wagon Wheel on replay in my head for *days*.

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