Fanfic trope Grading
Dec. 19th, 2022 11:10 amGive me a fanfiction trope and I’ll grade it:
A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.
B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.
C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.
D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won’t necessarily put me off reading something.
F: Hate it. Will immediately make me nope out of a fic.
Adapting to winter
Dec. 18th, 2022 04:00 pm
which looks very gentle and possibly like something I might be able to keep up with even if it takes me more than the requisite month.
Speaking of snowflakes, it has been below freezing here for the past four days, and I have been contending with the fact that I have no pairs of winter trousers that do not require a tight belt to keep them up.
Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but this summer I discovered that I had a sliding hernia (where there's a hole in your diaphragm and sometimes your stomach gets pushed up to bulge through the hole, stomach acid and all.) One of the big culprits in this is being tightly cinched in around the waist. So I changed into wearing dresses and promptly forgot about the winter.
Winter arrives, I dig out my winter trousers and wear them for a while, only to find that I'm suffering from heartburn/fatigue and pain in the chest. It finally dawns on me last week that this is the result of going back to being strangled around the waist. So I dig out my one pair of dungarees, and then it gets really cold.
What to do? It's nearly Christmas and if I order another pair on line they might not arrive for a fortnight. Plus they're £60 a pair! And they're not even that warm.
Time to bring out the sewing machine! I cycled to the local fabric shop and examined their selection. Brushed cotton looked warm but almost certainly wouldn't be. I couldn't afford wool, and it would be scratchy anyway. The fleece was all primary colours, camouflage pattern or ladybird print.
Hm, it was time to adhere to the spirit of "When I am old, I will wear purple," and throw social convention out of the window. So I bought the ladybird print fleece and made myself an emergency pair of warm dungarees.

They came in very handy when my family and I went out to do the Wimpole Christmas Lights trail last night. With ski boots and a ski coat, I was perfectly warm and my legs were toasty out in the snow for three hours.
We had pizza and hot chocolate from a food van, then did half the walk, past the tree halos and fire garden. In the middle there were braziers set up and marshmallows for sale for toasting - I had a chocolate one :) Then through the lazers and the fields of shining white roses to the end of the trail, where there was a helter-skelter and a carousel.
It was a really lovely evening. The ladybird print dungarees received a mixed reception. One lady told me what a good idea it was to have come in my pajamas, but a chance-met friend was like "Ooh, I love your dungarees, where did you get them?" And I will take my friends' opinions over strangers any day :)
Rings of Power
Dec. 16th, 2022 11:06 amCollections: Why Rings of Power’s Middle Earth Feels Flat
I can't wait for the next article which deals with things he thinks probably only niggle him and no one else - I suspect those will be the things that I also can't bear.
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Dec. 14th, 2022 10:25 amThe Untamed/MDZS fandom must be the largest I've ever been in, and that includes the Tolkien fandom, and it is absolutely bursting with really great fic. Quite a lot of which is even Jin Guangyao centric. Of course I've done my usual thing of gravitating to a widely controversial character rather than nestling happily in the main pairing, which cuts down my reading choices somewhat. But I don't think I could ever be content shipping a pairing for which the canon had already come through. What is left for the fan writer to fix in those cases? Much harder to give JGY a happy ending, especially if you also want everyone else (except Jin Guangshan, he can die) to live and be happy too. But that's what makes it fun.
I'm currently in the middle of podficcing Shiome's Last of our kind, for which I can just about manage to produce a chapter a week. There are 14 chapters and I've done 8. So that should be finished in February. After which, I'm in a quandary as to whether I podfic Derillarch's Peony to Lotus series, or whether I attempt to finish the story I started writing months and months ago.
(That's 'The Will of Heaven', in which JGY comes back to life the same way WWX did, and must attempt to become Lan Furen while fooling the rest of the cultivation world that he is someone else entirely, or else deal with the consequences.)
There is so much good fic out there that it doesn't seem like the fandom needs mine. But there are not very many JGY centric podfics, so I do almost feel like I can make a bigger difference by podficcing than by writing, atm.
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Dec. 5th, 2022 10:21 amEven as a musician it's a physically strenuous day given that you're on your feet from 10.30 til 5 in the cold. The dancers get warmed up by dancing, but the musicians need to be wearing enough clothes for the Arctic. This year I went for three thermal vests, a t-shirt, a wool jumper, wool cardigan and fur coat - which was great for the torso. But the legs only got thermal tights under white trousers and were chilly.
Last year Mill Road Winter Fair was cancelled for Covid reasons, so this year it was absolutely heaving. For the past 15 years of my life, it's been the beginning of Christmas for me. Taking place in the centre of Cambridge, its very multicultural, and there's usually samba bands and a couple of lion dogs, and food stalls from all over the world. Even when I was dancing all day and absolutely exhausted by the end, I've always enjoyed it.
So I'm sad to realize that this year the amount of physical endurance required outweighed the fun - I'm getting older now, and I have fibromyalgia, arthritic knees, and being fatter makes everything more effort - and I found myself bearing it rather than enjoying it. I hate feeling physically disabled, but I'm not sure that there's anything I can do about it.
Then on Sunday I was dancing with Ely & Littleport Riot for March Christmas Fair. A much more low key affair out in the Fens, where we were only on from 11am - 2pm. I did manage to pull my weight and dance at least half of the dances. And I thought that I wasn't as wiped out as Saturday, but by the time I got home I had to sleep on the sofa for the rest of the evening.
I hate getting old and unfit! It's hard to enjoy dancing when half of my brain is dedicated to monitoring my knees to see if I'm injuring them.
Fortunately there are no signs of fibromyalgia flare-up today, so I seem to have gotten away with it, but I find myself contemplating dieting again, as though that would solve all my problems. (I don't think it really would. I just wish there was something I could do.)
Meng Yao frowns, his brain clattering to a halt. “You think my arm is haunted?”
CWs: non-descriptive medical procedures... and an exorcism! :)
Notes:
I must have been very tired when I recorded this one because I had to edit out a full quarter of it where I was audibly breathing, yawning or coughing. When I complained as much to the folks on Mastodon
Bane of my life this week - the word 'zither.'
Chapter 6 is up here
Sprucing up the drum
Nov. 29th, 2022 04:03 pmWe covered the entire thing with a large square of green fleece, tied on with gold elastic, and that was great.
Unfortunately, after five years of continual wear, the green fleece developed holes, especially where it was caught between the drum stick and the rim while people were drumming. It was time for something to be done.
Enter DH, who said to me, "You have signwriting training now. We could paint the drum in side colours and then you could write the name on it."
Exciting! This would be my second ever public-facing project, and the first one that had actually mattered. After all, no one really cares what my bins look like, but Sutton Masque are going to be carrying this drum around with us for at least another five years. It needed to look okay.
So, I started by taking the drum skin and supports off the blue drum

and then giving it four coats of quick drying spray paint in dark green

Then with much trepidation I painted 'Sutton Masque' on it in metallic gold enamel paint. Or rather, I painted
SUT TON
MAS QUE
because I wanted to have the name cover the entire visible surface from the front, and that consists of the front two panels - so one of the drum struts goes right up the middle, and I had to leave room for it.
The font is 'God of War' from dafont.com which we also use on our t-shirts.

Time for the second coat (this time in direct light so it looks an entirely different green. It isn't!)

Then I put all the drum furniture and the skin back on again. And now we don't need to hide it under a cloth :)

I am much happier about this than I have been about anything since the bins! And I'll find out how the rest of the side feel about it on Wednesday (practice night.)
Roots & Shoots
Nov. 24th, 2022 11:14 amThis one was the project from Roman script week. The brief was to make a shop sign for a shop called Roots & Shoots, using Roman lettering.
The instructor made a demonstration piece, which was 1.5 metres long by 30 cm high. We weren't supposed to copy his design, but I figured I could use the same dimensions.
I had ordered a roll of paper for drafting patterns from the internet, and it looked larger than it turned out to be. It turned out to be only 22cm high. But I figured I could still use it for this - I was like 'Well, we need space around the edges anyway, this'll be fine.' So I cut myself a 1.6 metre long length of this and drafted a pattern.

I divided 1.5 metres by 12 (number of letters) to figure out how wide each letter should be. Forgot to add extra for spaces around the '&' and obviously assumed that I was using the full height of the paper. So my letters are maybe taller and thinner than they should be.
At any rate, when I had finished the plan I decided that when it came to transferring the plan onto the board, I would cut around the '&' and space the words out a bit more.
Then I had to wait several weeks while I tried to find somewhere that would sell me a single piece of aluminium dibond for less than £48. I did not find anywhere, so in the end I went to the local hardware stall and bought a piece of shelving instead. Texture - slightly dimpled all over, rather than the smoothness of the dibond.
The shelving only came in 2 metre long lengths. I was like 'hurray! Finally I can get to this!' So I transferred the pattern over - and totally forgot that I had meant to add extra spaces. Instead, I added some pot plants at either end :)

What have we learned from this? More concentration on spacing required. Also, don't be afraid to make your letters shorter if they cannot be wide, so that they maintain better proportions.
But also - this is not bad work for someone who has been doing this for not-quite four months. I think I am now at the stage where I *could* paint the name on my son's narrowboat and it wouldn't look completely amateurish.
Motto for this week - everything is better with a pot plant.

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Nov. 21st, 2022 10:47 pmAlso I mistook the line I'd written to mark where the space went, for the line I'd written to mark where the end of the second 'E' went. Resulting in one E being bigger than the other. I've slightly stretched the first E to try to make it less obvious. But it's not ideal, and the S is just plain ugly.
The script I chose for 'library' is also slightly less than legible. So basically it's a learning experience all around!
The main problem with the shop sign is that I've painted one of the S's wider than all the other letters. I have a plan for rescuing that (which involved painting over it with the background colour.) But the seed library will have to be resigned to being rustic.
Eh, it's only going to go in the local (defunct) post box to be a seed library for the neighbourhood, and the one it's replacing is a plastic tub that used to contain birdseed, so the standards are not high, and it will be good enough for the purpose for which it is intended.
Sigh. I know it's going to take at least a year of practice, and that it's important to practice on lots of different types of things, and that I've learned quite a lot by doing this badly which will lead to me doing it better later, but I want to be good *right now*

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Nov. 18th, 2022 11:34 amNo 'thanks for writing this' or 'I did at least enjoy this part' or even 'I hope you don't mind me saying but if I had been writing this, I would have focused on [whatever] more.' Just 'you did it wrong.'
I was vaguely baffled at how to answer this comment. I mean, my first instinct is that it's very rude to leave a comment that consists in telling me that I should have told my own story in a different way. It wasn't ever meant to be whatever this 15-year-too-late reader thinks it ought to have been.
I admit that I could have wrung a lot more emotion out of it if I'd told it their way. I could totally have ramped it up to the sobbing point. The point is that I didn't want to do that, and therefore I wrote it in a way where I wouldn't have to do that.
IDK it's hard to respond to a comment that is essentially saying "I think this should have been a different story." Because well, you know, fuck off, it isn't.
Ugh, what is a comment like that supposed to achieve? Are they just venting their disappointment that they thought it was going to be one thing and then it wasn't? The comment sounds like it's writing advice but they don't know what I was trying to achieve, and we've never spoken before so I don't know what their assumptions are or indeed where they get off.
I used to be of the opinion that concrit was a good thing, but this is not constructive criticism because 'how to make a story more like what I want' is not the same thing as 'how to make a story good.'
Ugh (again). All this angst over one of my shortest, most throwaway fics. I have (I hope politely) told them that if they don't like it, perhaps they should write their own version themself.
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Nov. 15th, 2022 07:27 pmLast time I felt like this is was anemia. My fingers are crossed that it turns out to be anemia again, because that's just a case of going back on the (doctor prescribed massive doses of) folate, and then in two weeks I should be getting better.
If it's not that, then who knows?
On the plus side, I've finished recording another chapter of Last Of Their Kind, which I will get edited before Friday.
I've also made the pattern for my mini shop-fascia, which is the project for module 7 of the signwriting course. I'm supposed to be transferring the design onto some kind of aluminium fascia board, ut I don't know where to get any, and it's a bit expensive to be buying serious hardware just to practice my sub par skills on. Maybe I could get some plywood instead - when it was painted it would look the same
My bins!

The white smudges around it are from where I transferred the design onto the bin by writing the number on a piece of paper, rubbing chalk heavily all over the back of the piece of paper to turn it into a kind of tracing paper, and then drawing over the number again. This transfers the design in a thin white line, but it transfers a few smudges too. As soon as the number is dry, I'll wipe the chalk smudges off with a cloth.
This is my mixed recycling bin. I did my green recycling bin too, although by that point I was losing the light and couldn't see my chalked line, which made it difficult. Lesson learned there - don't try to paint in the dark!
Both bins are now lying down in the drive looking like some kind of localized hurricane has passed through. But they'll be dry enough to stand up again in an hour or so.
It is much harder painting something uneven which you have to do while kneeling down than it is to do painting on a piece of paper lying down on a table!
Can I call myself a signwriter yet, or do I have to wait until I've done something for which I've been paid?
How to Get Established on Dreamwidth
Nov. 11th, 2022 08:48 pmThis is more work than letting an algorithm do things for you, but it also means that you only get exactly what you want, and you get the opportunity to talk to people and make connections that you wouldn't do if you were only pressing a 'like' button.
So, you've turned up on DW and made an account. Now what do you do?
1. Establish you're a person
First of all, upload at least one icon and make a couple of posts of your own. This will establish you as a real person, so that when you start following people, they will be more inclined to allow you access and to follow you back.
It's probably a good idea to make one of those posts an explanation that you're newly arrived and you're going to be following a lot of people. That way if people whom you've just followed go to your journal to check you out, they'll know why you've started following them out of the blue.
2. Choose some interests
In your profile, there is a space to list your interests. List everything you can think of that you would be interested to read about or talk about. If you're fannish, this will be easy - list every fandom you're interested in, every pairing etc. If you're not fannish then list hobbies, interests and things you want to talk about, whether it's knitting or gardening or politics etc.
3. Use your interests to find people to follow
Once you save your interests, you'll see that every interest which is shared by someone else on the site has become a link.
Click on your first interest, and you'll be taken to a list of people who share that interest. Follow anyone who's been active in the last year.
Now see if there are any communities listed who share that interest. Join any communities which have been active in the last year.
Repeat for the next interest, and the next, until you've followed all the people and joined all the communities which list your interest.
4. Use your communities to find people to follow
The communities you belong to will be full of people who share your interests, but who may not have put them in their bio. Now you can go through the posts in each community and follow people who have made interesting posts or comments in the community.
By this time your reading page should have quite a lot of posts on it. Now you need to start commenting on people's posts. If you haven't made an introduction post, then comment on something that each person you followed has said and say hello that way. If you have made an introduction post just start commenting on things that interest you, and people will usually be happy to chat back.
At this stage you might feel that you're fine and you have enough connections and enough to read. If so, that's great - read your reading list, comment on other people's posts, make posts of your own, and people will comment on them. Soon you'll feel settled in a nice community of people you know who are talking about things you like.
5. Use the people you follow to find people to follow
If your reading list is still sparse after going through the steps above, then you can use the people you follow to help you locate more people to follow.
Go to the profiles of people you follow. There will be a list of the people they follow. If you follow interesting people, the chances are that they follow interesting people too. Check out the people your friends follow and follow them too.
EDITED to add this great list of links with lots of tips on how to feel at home on DW by
That's all I know! Anyone else got other hints?
Signwriting progress
Nov. 9th, 2022 09:15 pmThe guy who teaches it learned his craft with a three year long City and Guilds course, and says that his teachers learned via the traditional apprenticeship that lasted five years. So I feel that having done it for three months, not an awful lot can be expected of me.
Still, I've practiced every day for at least an hour a day since I started, and I think you can see the difference :)
Two signpainting exercises, one done on 8/9/22 and one done on 8/11/22About two weeks ago I was feeling horribly frustrated and did not want to go on at all because I thought I was rubbish and not improving at all. (Script lettering, ugh, it's the bane of my life.) But looking at these two exercises, I think maybe I am getting somewhere after all.
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Nov. 8th, 2022 11:44 pm(Wulfwaru was a good name, but had no fandom history behind it. Galadhir, otoh, people might actually remember.)
I owe people replies, I know! But it's been a long and hectic day so I will get round to it tomorrow, sorry :)
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Nov. 6th, 2022 06:08 pmI have always tended to go in and out in waves like the sea, depending on enthusiasm and executive function, but at least I do feel firmer this time about my belief that DW and Mastodon are going to be my social media of choice. And that I might spruce up my own website on the offchance that both of those platforms end up going down too.
Back to the old web it is for me - the 1990s-early 2010s model.
If you're interested in Mastodon, btw, I'm on
I'm liking this!
Today Tumblr asked me to turn off my ad-blocker. I was shocked! Shocked, I say. (Actually I wasn't. I was just disappointed.) It's so nice to have somewhere homely to come back to.
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Nov. 5th, 2022 12:40 pmThis is where an algorithm would be welcome (I'm joking!)
Making podfic is a lot easier than I thought. The main problem (for me) is just tripping over my tongue, but a lot of that can be fixed in the editing.
A podfic of Last of Our Kind by Shiome
On a ship to Dongying, a man awakens grievously injured, missing not only a hand but also a good chunk of his memories.
Travelling across a foreign land and dealing with local ghosts, Meng Yao(?) tries to remember and Lan Xichen tries to forget. But on the way to retracing and rekindling old feelings, they realize they are being followed.
Music is Inspiring Asia by Lexin Music from Pixabay
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Feb. 17th, 2022 12:16 pmThere are people of colour who are English, and who therefore deserve to see themselves in any English mythology
There were people of colour in England from Roman times onward
The first people to have settled in the land that came to be known of as England looked like this:

Cheddar man (so called because his 10,000 year old bones were found in a cave in the Cheddar gorge. His DNA was decoded and carried the markers of dark skin and blue eyes - click on the link to get the full details. Some of his descendants have been found still living there, btw.)
Middle-earth is set before that, so honestly, it's the people who are claiming that everyone in the series is white who have to explain why.
Fic: Life Sentence, Chapter 8
Nov. 25th, 2021 10:38 pmFic: Life Sentence
Chapter 8
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Pairing: Armitage Hux & Poe Dameron (kind of pre-slash, kind of just emotional entanglement)
Rating: PG
Follows on from my From the Ashes
In which future historians are baffled
Fic: Life Sentence, Chapter 7
Nov. 25th, 2021 10:33 pmFic: Life Sentence
Chapter 7
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Pairing: Armitage Hux & Poe Dameron (kind of pre-slash, kind of just emotional entanglement)
Rating: PG
Follows on from my From the Ashes
In which a slightly suspicious decision is made
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Fic: Life Sentence, Chapter 6
Nov. 25th, 2021 10:26 pmChapter 6
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Pairing: Armitage Hux & Poe Dameron (kind of pre-slash, kind of just emotional entanglement)
Rating: PG
Follows on from my From the Ashes
In which, Poe has his mind forcibly changed by drugs and hypnotic suggestion. Or is it the Force?
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Fic: Life Sentence, Chapter 5
Nov. 25th, 2021 10:13 pmFic: Life Sentence
Chapter 5
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Pairing: Armitage Hux & Poe Dameron (kind of pre-slash, kind of just emotional entanglement)
Rating: PG
Follows on from my From the Ashes
In which Hux is more than a match for some provincial prison governor.
Fic: Life Sentence, Chapter 4
Nov. 25th, 2021 10:03 pmFic: Life Sentence
Chapter 3
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Pairing: Armitage Hux & Poe Dameron (kind of pre-slash, kind of just emotional entanglement)
Rating: PG
Follows on from my From the Ashes
In which Poe has a devastating revelation
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Fic: Life Sentence
Sep. 2nd, 2021 10:23 amChapter 3
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Pairing: Armitage Hux & Poe Dameron (kind of pre-slash, kind of just emotional entanglement)
Rating: PG
Follows on from my From the Ashes
In which Hux's effect on prison life becomes visible even from the outside. And it begins to become clear that Poe is not well.
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Fic: Life Sentence
Aug. 27th, 2021 04:15 pmChapter 2
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Pairing: Armitage Hux & Poe Dameron (kind of pre-slash, kind of just emotional entanglement)
Rating: PG
Follows on from my From the Ashes
In which Poe fails to appreciate the progress Hux has been making...
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Fic: Life Sentence chapter 1
Aug. 19th, 2021 05:58 pmFandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Pairing: Armitage Hux & Poe Dameron (kind of pre-slash, kind of just emotional entanglement)
Rating: PG
Follows on from my From the Ashes
Poe visits Hux in prison to see how he's doing. He is doing almost exactly as you might expect.
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Bringing Skeksi Back
Aug. 18th, 2021 02:01 pmI mean… in itself, that’s a pretty fascinating concept that it doesn’t surprise me that multiple people want to explore. And then the Skeksis are ridiculously over-dramatic and petty and sneaky among themselves - which makes them a lot of fun.
Plus, their not being even vaguely human-shaped means you don’t get the slightly uncanny-valley effect that you get with the Gelfling. It’s much more apparent that the Gelfling characters are played by puppets than it is with the Skeksis (and Mystics), precisely because the Gelfling are more human-like and it’s easy to see where the shape of them is not moving naturally.
IDK, this is actually one franchise where I don’t like the villains best, (although I do have a soft spot for SkekSil the Chancellor.) My favourite character is still a Skesis, though–SkekGra the Heretic.
Who I like because they’re nonbinary, and over-dramatic in that bird-puffing-itself-up-against-a-threat way, and so very not human, and has learned to love the other side of themself, and is creative and funny and ott and has learned to do good, despite being a carnivorous raptor for whom good doesn’t come naturally, and is in a loving relationship (albeit with itself) and is still trying - even though they got a nail through their head for it - to do what’s best for the world.
They are the cantankerous, old, reclusive, enthusiastic Zuko of Thra, and I don’t see why it’s worse to like them than it is to like, say, Deet (who is my favourite Gelfling.)
I suppose I did get one
Aug. 1st, 2021 10:57 pmDuring the summer I had made friends with a blackbird in the garden who had a ring of white spots where the jaw would be on a person. I called him Spot, and he would swoop down from wherever he was perching as soon as I went into the garden, and hop about my feet, while I talked to him.
Spot had a nest in the wisteria, where he raised a brood of little cheeping baby blackbirds along with Mrs Spot. And soon the baby blackbirds were scruffy looking juveniles scurrying about the garden with even less fear of me than Spot had.
The babies would come close enough to me to touch, while Spot sat on the fence nearby and watched, and I was delighted and honoured to be treated as trustworthy.
But then the babies started to get into the bunched up netting at the base of the cherry tree. I had to go out and scare one off before it got its foot caught. That was the point I started thinking 'maybe I should take the net off. I don't need the cherries. I can't get Spot's babies killed.'
But I didn't do anything, because that one cherry had begun to go pink, and I'd had zero cherries last year from this tree I had planted because cherries are my favourite fruit - the birds had had them all.
Two weeks later, the cherry was almost ripe, and one of the babies had got themselves properly tangled. I went out and - while Spot and the baby both screamed at me - I untangled it and it scrambled off, cursing. And that was the end. I ate that one cherry while it was still not-quite-ripe and then took down the netting from the cherry tree, so the birds would be able to eat all the others without risking their lives.
At that point, I still had netting on the raised bed where the blueberries were ripening. But as soon as Mrs. Spot got off her eggs, she started making her way under the netting, eating the blueberries and then panicking because she couldn't find her way out. That was when I christened her Berrythief.
I couldn't have Berrythief getting tangled in netting either, so I took that down too. So that was the end of my blueberry harvest.
Not very encouraging results from my plans to feed myself from the garden!
OTOH, Spot has recently started coming down to walk with me again - so I feel forgiven for giving the baby such a fright. And Berrythief has decided the raised bed is the best place to go hunting, and has earned the name Berrythief Slugsbane for her ruthless consumption of the damned gastropods that keep eating every leafy vegetable that I plant in there.
Birds 2: Fruit 0
Otoh, I do have a shop nearby where I can get frozen blueberries and cherries, and money can't buy the friendship of a family of blackbirds. I think I'm ahead on the deal.
Media consumed
Jul. 28th, 2021 09:45 pm(Though I also love The Heretic. It's nice to see a good Skeksis and to see that they don't get any less over-the-top dramatic even when they're on the good side.)
Watched Peter Rabbit 2, which was funny and charming. I'm vaguely wishing for Thomas McGregor/David Basil-Jones fic, or even Bea/Thomas/David OT3 fic. I'm pretty sure I won't get it, so I might have to write it myself.
Read Witness for the Dead and am now on my first re-read. It's good, but it's not hitting my emotional issues the same way as The Goblin Emperor did.
Rewilding myself
Jul. 26th, 2021 10:22 amI've been on and off diets since I was 25, and I've varied between a size 12 (US 8) at my smallest and 22 (18)at my biggest. I have been plagued all that time with the belief that I had no upper limit. I thought that if I stopped dieting I would simply get larger and larger until I could not move.
I knew from all those years of dieting that I had a lower weight limit - a weight below which I could only force myself with great effort. And - if I did make it below that weight - my health would go haywire, and I would find myself uncontrollably eating chocolate biscuits all day long.
But I discovered various sources from Health At Any Size to Intuitive Eating that claimed that everyone had an upper weight limit too. These sources claimed that if you simply ate only when you were hungry and stopped when you were full, your weight would normalize within a weight range defined by your upper and lower weight set points.
As I was convinced by the research that said that dieting was bad for you, and as I had begun to develop symptoms of binge-eating disorder, this sounded (a) too good to believe, and (b) like something I should try nevertheless.
So, yeah, back in March I came off the Slimming World Diet and began to eat whatever I wanted whenever I felt hungry. I retired my scales, so I don't know how much weight I put on, but I went up from being a size 14 to being a size 20. This was unsurprising but very depressing and made me extremely anxious and sad.
Still, the books said that during the refeeding process (when your body was being convinced there was no famine any more) you would go right up to the top of your weight range first. But crucially - if you kept your nerve and didn't diet - you would then go back down a little before you settled somewhere in the middle of your range. So I persisted.
Amazingly enough, I did then begin to go back down. My belt got looser by a good two inches. I found that I fitted better into a size 18 than the 22 I had been eyeing with regret a month before. And now I have indeed settled somewhere around the size 18 that I was when I started dieting at age 25.
I've got to consider that a huge triumph, and relief. So yeah. I can say from personal experience that the HAES, Fuck It Diet people are right. If you eat when you're hungry and stop when you're full, you do stabilize around a weight somewhere in the middle of your range. And it will be fatter than you hope, but not as fat as you fear.
Home grown tea
Jul. 24th, 2021 12:16 pmThis morning I went out and picked myself a pot of tea. I took a few flowering heads of lavender, two peppermint leaves and two lemon-balm leaves, put them in one of those individual tea-pots that comes with a cup and had three cups of tea out of it. Very fragrant and lovely it was too!

It hadn’t occurred to me that I could grow my own tea before reading Martin Crawford’s Creating a Forest Garden about a month ago. But I had space for more plants, so as soon as I did, I ordered a chocolate mint and an anise hyssop plant. And on Monday I was in town at the bulk buy shop and discovered a very bedraggled, unhappy lemon balm plant in their ‘please take these away because they’re dying’ bin, so I brought that home in my bike pannier too.
The lavender and the peppermint were already in place.
Having tried for a couple of days now, I discover that there is something very special about being able to start the day by picking your own tea blend from the garden. It’s a revelation almost on a par with how much difference fresh herbs make to the taste of your cooking. They give much more satisfaction and pleasure than it seems like they ought to.
Other successes–there are slugs in the slug trap. The little bastards have been chomping their way through three quarters of the tender baby plants I put in. I fully intend to let thrushes and toads deal with them later on when things are established, but for now I have neither of those things, so drowning in beer it is.
I had a bit of a paradigm shifting moment as regards the lawn this time last month. I had very much been of the 'lawns are a waste of space’ persuasion previously. But we have one. We may not always have one, but while we have one, it finally occurred to me to treat it as an area of soil covered with a ground covering plant.
Namely–not as a waste of space, but as an area of soil that also needed its soil carbon levels building up via nurturing and encouraging the soil lifeforms.
So, two weeks ago, I raised the cutting height on the lawnmower to 6.5 cm and put on it one of those plug in things that cuts up the grass cuttings and scatters them on the lawn behind you. I’m no longer removing the nutrients from the soil by taking the cuttings away to go in the compost bin–I’m letting them accumulate and feed the soil.
I also scattered some chicken manure over the whole garden, and watered it in with some powdered mycorrhizal fungi in solution. If I’m improving the soil, it doesn’t really matter so much what’s growing on top of it, right? It’s still drawing down carbon dioxide and breathing out oxygen like a tree.
And I’ve got to say, two weeks and two cuts later it’s noticeably thicker and lusher. It’s still full of wild flowers and weeds, of course, but that’s a bonus imo–I have a prairie.
I also have clouds, absolute effing hoards of hoverflies, bumblebees and ladybirds. I like to think it’s a sign that the biodiversity is improving. As is the fact that there’s a frog in the pond, and that five of the golden-rod sticks, two of the skirret sticks, and one of the perennial kale sticks seem to have taken and sprouted.
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Jul. 22nd, 2021 10:26 pmAlso, in the summer (in the UK) you have your windows open and flies come in. That’s when you could resort to fly-killer sprays (bad, toxic) or you could put up fly-paper (medium, not very recyclable.) Alternatively you could make house-room for old Barley here:

aka the common Butterbur.
It hasn’t got soil on it, it’s not dirty - that’s flies that it’s captured with the sticky surface of its leaves, and which it is slowly digesting. That big splotch where you can still see a wing is a mosquito.
Never did I think I would love a plant designed to live in a rancid bog which digests flesh for nutrients, but I do. It had a beautiful, delicate purple, violet-like flower in early May and now it’s chomping down on my unwanted flies.
I don’t know what to think about the fact that Tolkien named his friendly innkeeper after a plant that lures creatures in with its lush green leaves and then eats them, but as living fly-paper goes, I couldn’t be more thrilled with it.
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Ugh. That’ll teach me to rely on common names and then misremember them.
I went off to google my butterbur last night and discovered that it isn’t a butterbur at all. It’s a butterwort! It is in fact Pinguicula Grandiflora, the Irish butterwort.
Butterbur (Petasites hybridus) otoh looks like this

its big leaves were apparently originally used to wrap pats of butter before they were put in the storehouse, and it’s also the name of a kind of felt hat. So that makes a lot more sense from the perspective of a Tolkien innkeeper.
My Barleyman Butterwort is keeping its name though. It’s fond of it now.
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Jul. 22nd, 2021 10:52 am
The cycle path is absolutely radiant with wild flowers atm. So much better than the old days when the council mowed the verges until they looked like lawns.
The photo is not really great, but there's the yellow flowers who's name I don't know, and white dead-nettle, and white cow parsley, and red poppies and purple teasles and purple thistles. Earlier in the season there was purple dead-nettle and blue bugle and orange fox-and-cubs. Hard to believe we ever thought it was a good idea to cut it all down because lawn was neater.
The Left Hand Of Darkness re-read
Jun. 29th, 2021 11:25 amIt suffers (I think) because it's written by a cis person - writing about a cis person encountering a society of entirely imaginary agender people, as a thought experiment.
It seems like the author is not aware that genderless people actually exist (and why should she be at that date?)
So the whole thing is (a) theoretical for her, and (b) written to help cis people contemplate gender. And frankly, the narrator's consistent, sexist, obnoxious reading of gender into everything continues to be (sometimes overtly) insulting and sickening to me.
OTOH, her worldbuilding and language is still just as gorgeous as ever, and I still want to live in the Fastness of the foretellers.
(I'm not dissing it, it was hugely meaningful to me in my youth in the 70s, and is still a one-of-a-kind enby novel. Revolutionary and mind expanding for the time - though even then I found Ai old fashioned and sexist - it's still the only book I know of with a society of people who were more like me than this one we live in.
But I wish she had gone that extra mile and either invented a gender neutral pronoun or realized she could use 'they.' Gender neutral 'he' strikes me badly these days.)
It's nice to have The Murderbot Diaries as a modern compare and contrast for novels where the protagonist/narrator is agender.
That's progress, I guess! Nowadays my genderless comfort read is not a story where a cis person ruminates on how weird these genderless people are. Nowadays it's a story where a genderless person has adventures where their relation to gender is (a) barely mentioned and (b) continually affirmed when it is.
Nice.
I pulled a plant out from underneath the comfrey this morning, thinking "Well, you are definitely not something I planted!" And then I thought, "let's check to see what it is." So I turned my plant identifying app on it. Lo and behold, it was Wood Avens, aka Herb Bennet, which I have been trying to grow from seed for two years without success.
Wood Avens, aka Herb Bennet, aka Cloveroot has edible leaves and a root that smells like cloves, which can be dried and used to keep the moths off your clothes - while also giving them a spicy scent. And we have such a problem with moths!
I fished it out of the compost bin and replanted it asap.
I'm really beginning to think that there is no such thing as a useless plant. And if it has uses, why would I not want it in the garden?
Admittedly, this is from the perspective of someone whose garden has a lot of bare soil that I need covering asap. I may feel different when the Wood Avens is fighting with the strawberries for dominance. At that point it may need to watch itself. But rn I'm definitely going to check everything before I run rampant with the hoe.
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May. 11th, 2021 10:20 amI'd only just started being involved - I'd been like three times - before Covid struck. But it is so good to be in a real-life queer space instead of just on the internet. It does me a lot of good - it's a liberation just being in a room where you know people are making more accurate assumptions about you. As a non-binary person that's really the best you can hope for, in terms of gender affirmation.
I hope it helps the kids as much (or more, of course) as it does me :)
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Apr. 30th, 2021 05:03 pmLast year - year #1 of the garden with the new plants - I had such a slug problem. OMG, the damn things were everywhere. I couldn't grow anything except naturally slug-resistant plants like onions and garlic. If salad plants went in the soil they were devoured whole overnight.
I had heard that this is how it normally goes - the pests arrive first, and for a period you have unrestrained pest problems until eventually the huge amounts of pests start to attract the creatures who feed on the pests. At which point the system starts balancing itself out.
I didn't really believe this would happen (any more than I really believe that my weight will eventually stabilize if I let it do it's own thing,) but this year, year #2, it does in fact seem to be the case that my salad plants are thriving, and even the lupins, which are notoriously vulnerable to slugs, are surviving.
So it seems to be true. If you let the system look after itself, it will eventually balance into something sustainable. Good news!
I still think I'm losing my wasabi, though that's mainly because I planted it down slug corridor - the part of the garden closest to where they breed in the compost bin. I thought they might not like wasabi, on the grounds that they don't like garlic, but no, it seems they enjoy a bit of spice.
Speaking of spice, one of the hostas the slugs ravaged last year has come back, right in the middle of a sprawl of mint. It's the only hosta that has. I wonder if the mint is protecting it. I might try planting some mint around the wasabi and see if that keeps them off.
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Apr. 21st, 2021 09:36 amI'm going to have to make myself a harness so I can wear it on my back.
Picture the solarpunk aesthetic - me, on my bike, wearing a t-shirt I made out of charity shop curtains, with a litter picker strapped sideways across my back like a superhero's katana.
If the neighbours don't already think I'm mad, this is going to do it.
Celebrating the spring
Apr. 7th, 2021 01:54 pm
Probably not the fabric I'd have chosen for myself, but rather than let anyone inside the shop to browse the fabric choices for themselves, the fabric shop has put a table in the doorway to stop you coming in. You have to ask the assistant to choose the fabric for you. I asked for spring material and she came back with a selection of four rolls of which I quite liked these two.
I know they have many much nicer choices which I could have found if I'd insisted on her going back and trying again, but these weren't so terrible that I felt like sending her traipsing back and forth to find something better.
It's very odd to roll up at the haberdashery shop and place an order at the window for two fat quarters of spring material, a metre of black felt and a metre of velcro, but it makes a lot of sense and keeps everyone safer, so I'm all for it.
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Apr. 3rd, 2021 05:46 pmNow normally I'm all in favour of the bagpipes. I'm a big fan. But wind instruments have been banned throughout the country because of the risk of spreading coronavirus. Can you imagine the pressure with which the air comes out of a bagpipe? Sheesh.
And yes, I'm bitter, because I've had to learn to play a whole new instrument and haven't touched my pennywhistle for a year, but heck, it's been a whole year now and I'm beginning to lose patience with all these people who refuse to do a single thing to help.
You really want to busk, fucking learn an accordion like the rest of us, Ms Piper.
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Apr. 1st, 2021 07:33 pm
I've had the first salad of the year out of the garden 😀 The tomatoes aren't ours yet, but all the green stuff is. These are all from perennial plants, so I didn't have to plant anything new this year, but I did have to wait until the plants were growing again--the sweet cicely and wild garlic only recently re-emerged from underground, and everything else was focussed on just hanging on through the winter until it began to leaf out again this month.
In this bowl, wild garlic, perennial onion leaves, wasabi leaves, sweet cicely, perennial kale, wild rocket, sorrel, fennel, salad burnet, chard, mint and marjoram.
No more plastic wrapped salads that go off before you're half way through them!
Last year we stopped harvesting salad stuff at the end of November, but I only have one of each type of plant at present, so I bet I can close that gap a bit as I add this year's crop of seedlings.
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Mar. 30th, 2021 08:18 pmAlso my rhubarb is back :)
Both of them were only planted for the first time last year, and I had no idea whether they would survive or not, so that's definite cause for celebration.
More comfrey has come back than I actually planted - it's spreading :)
The Sweet Cicely that I thought was dead has come back lovely, bright lime green and new.
All the wild garlic is back, but hasn't spread as much as I would like.
One strawberry plant has turned into six.
It's a bit anxious coming through the winter in a garden where half of the plants die back to below ground level over the winter, given that all these plants were new last year, so they didn't have a track record that I could rely on. It just looked like everything was dead. But it's wonderful to go out there now and find a new thing that's come back to life every day. A lot more has made it than I feared.
Rewilding myself
Mar. 27th, 2021 06:53 pmThen thinking about how the same is probably true of the human body. Also a self-correcting ecosystem of many interconnected systems.
Maybe the human body evolved to keep itself at a weight that was healthy for it. Maybe it's the human intervention of unwise forceful starving to try to bend it into a form that we like, for arbitrary reasons, that throws the whole system out of kilter.
Maybe if we just trusted the hugely complex system that we are to know what to do, things would be better with us?
Idk, but the parallels feel relevant to me as I'm currently trying to learn to eat intuitively after a lifetime of dieting. I've tried to control my body so long I have no idea what it would be like if it was allowed to do its own thing. But maybe... maybe it would pleasantly surprise me? I hope so. Watch this space.
The Violet Has Landed
Mar. 24th, 2021 10:16 amOn Monday I was in town, doing my usual grocery shop, and the place where I get my refills had a shelf of plants you could buy. I have a garden where at least half of it is in full shade (it gets about an hour of sunlight a day tops,) and I want to get the soil covered by plants asap. Ideally, I want that ground cover to also be edible, or useful for medicine/scent/pollinator food etc. This is a difficult ask.
So when I saw they had an English violet (edible in salads and sweets, makes a healthy sweet tea, full of vitamin C, grows in full shade, vigorous spreader,) I thought that's the plant for me! But oh, the poor little thing was on its last legs, absolutely flat in its pot and turning yellow.
I took it to the counter and said "Could you please give it a dribble of water, just so it survives until I get it home?" So the guy held it under the tap for a moment and sold it to me for £1. (Which was a bargain because not only did I get the plant but also the nice terracotta pot it was in.)
It had already started to recover by the time I got it home, so this was not at its worst:

but after rehydrating it properly overnight, and planting it out yesterday, this is what it looks like today:

It is genuinely a joy to see a suffering creature suffering slightly less.
I found this:

And I thought that was pretty cute. Plus, I happen to have several pairs of socks with holes in the toes. I do darn them, but I was not going to pass up the chance to get a pattern with which I could make a cute fox out of a pair, AND a bonus pair of un-holey socks for me to wear.
So I bought the kit, wore the lovely red-orange-yellow striped socks, and made the pattern out of a pair of differently-striped socks that I didn't want to darn.
So here is my Arctic fox.

He needs a name, but naming is not one of my areas of expertise.
