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I have some neural network links because neural networks are awesome and the future.
- Ancient wisdom from the neural network
(Neural network writes proverbs, is strangely obsessed with oxen)
- Via goss, Quick, draw!
(Can a neural network learn to recognize doodling? Not mine, not often.)
- A Neural Network Turned A Book Of Flowers Into Shockingly Lovely Dinosaur Art
(It really is lovely. Would frame!)
I am an artificial intelligence dedicated to generating unlimited amounts of unique inspirational quotes for endless enrichment of pointless human existence.
(It is very addictive and weirdly profound.)
( CW: glory holes. )
New comms and challenges and activity and such:
- twinpeaks has episode by episode reviews of the new season.
If, like me, you feel a little wracked by Twin Peaks ep 8, there is a discussion post up here: Episode Discussion: Part Eight. With lots of links to other reviews. My mind is blown. I just. *stutters in confusion and possibly pain*
- drawesome: A Multi-fandom Drawing community for FanArtists (both traditional and digital art)
ETA: - fandomgiftbox has sign-ups open! A summer fanworks gifting fest inspired by fandom_stocking. Sign-ups are here: 2017 Sign Up Post.
- unconventionalcourtship is running again, you can go pick a prompt here at Plot suggestions.
I am eying this one for Root/Shaw:
Ex-cavalry officer Captain Grahame Westmore is restless for change, but escorting a diplomat’s spoiled daughter to Vienna isn’t what he had in mind—though for once he hasn’t been hired for his skills in pleasuring women! Independent, fiery and strong-willed, Elowyn Bagshaw is not the simpering lady he expected. Used to getting her own way and giving the orders, Elowyn will not be controlled so easily. Grahame soon realizes that he’s got a fight on his hands—and it’s one they’re both going to enjoy!
Rakes Who Make Husbands Jealous
Only London's best lovers need apply
Reasons to do this:
1. Shaw pretending to be a man
2. Shaw escorting a duplicitous Root pretending to be a diplomat's daughter
3. Shaw in cavalry uniform
4. Shaw in cavalry uniform on a horse
5. Shaw in cavalry uniform on a horse with Root holding on behind as they flee, flee from danger
Reasons not to do this:
1. All the other unfinished fics I have
2. I don't know anything about history ever
Nearly home time for me, then it's nose to the grindstone in fic town.
Today was Vet Day. I'd cleaned the cat carriers prior to all intestinal hell breaking lose and left them sitting out and open for Serena and Prince to get accustomed to them. But my Mr. had to take them. I couldn't even form a coherant sentence let alone wrangle two cats in a vet's office. When he returned Prince was fine, Serena was miffed, and he had care items. Lots of care items.
- Subway Chicken & Bacon Ranch Melt
- Greek yogurt
- Probiotic smoothie
- 2 bottles of Powerade
- Dark chocolate Hershey's Kisses
- Caramel Hershey's Kisses
- Real mozzarella*
I slept off and on all morning and much of the afternoon and spent the rest of the afternoon drooped over the keyboard doing pretty much nothing. But maybe food and fluids will perk me up enough to get some writing in.
Linked to a tumblr explanation as I couldn't find many other write ups on it. Which is a shame, as more people should try this cool little thing. I'll give it a try for those dead zone points when I'm online and just aimlessly drifting from social media site to social media site.
Worst thing that happened today: I forgot my glasses on the counter by the mirrors in the ladies' toilets at Birmingham New Street Station. I realised this at exactly the moment my train to London was moving away from the platform.
Best thing that happened today: I received an e-mail alert titled "hggggggfgfg", which I assumed meant, "ALERT: Engineer's Cat Has Walked Across Their Keyboard." It was later claimed that this alert was issued because of "testing", which I can only mean "testing for robustness of cat-proof-ness", a test which the system has surely failed.
In conclusion, I give you the most recent studio portraits that nursery had done of the children (late April).
[Studio portrait of Humuhumu and Keiki smiling together. Humuhumu has her peach-framed glasses on.]
Pick any story I've written, or, in the case of my longer, chaptered works, any chapter from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
My fic can be found here or here
One of the things LJ has that I don't think DW does, is feeds from such things as Scott Adams' Dilbert. I can't much abide Adams' politics, but his comic still makes me laugh more than most, and so when reading my LJ friends' page, I have for years clicking the link that would take me to the latest installment of his comic.
But, I've been ridiculously busy of late; keeping up with my reading has been a matter of desperate baling while the waters pour over the gunnel's at best.
And so it was that, maybe four or five weeks ago, I decided to just skip a Dilbert as it came down my feed. And then I skipped another, and another, and another. And cetera.
Three weeks into the experiment, I realized that I hadn't missed his cartoon at all. And a week or two after that — tonight — I said to hell with it. If I'm not going to read the damned thing, I might as well unsubscribe.
And so I did. Farewell, Mr. Adams!
My hair is half as thick as it was when I was 20. Yes, yes, aging and all that. And really when you get to it, my half-thick is still on the thick side of average. My ponytail circumference is just a tidge under four inches.
But it's so much thinner for me. My entire life, I was the girl with the unbelievably thick hair, and now it's just ... thickish. Hard to deal with when so much of my identity and self-image has been wrapped up in my hair. It makes me sadface and I have to work to not let it get to me sometimes. (Especially today. Hormones/cycles. SUCK.)
(And there's also a more recent article from CBC)
I was going to say "I'm surprised we even have any kind of Pride organization". Had never even heard of it until I saw the municipal twitter refer to it today. But it turns out they're brand new as of this year, so... that would explain things.
Must admit, I did raise an eyebrow a little bit at this:
Rensmaag [A member of the committee], who identifies as a member of the LGBTQ community, said she is not sure why there have not been more Pride events held in Fort McMurray in the past.
The most recently held event, called "Pride at the Pub," was celebrated in 2013 at Bailey's Pub. The gathering was marred when several individuals stole a Pride flag hung to celebrate the event and burned it in the parking lot.
Ah, yes... I wonder why there have not been more Pride events. Such a mystery. Especially since there were so many people who wondered what all the fuss was about, and talked about that flag-burning as if the people who did it had done nothing wrong. (The stuff I heard at work the day after this happened... Well. You know.)
Anyway. This thing is happening on August 26th. That's a Saturday. That means I can definitely go, as long as it's during the day. So, I will. This isn't a "maybe".
The idea kind of terrifies me, I will admit. My biggest worry is what if somebody from work sees me, because I'm not out at work, and if somebody found out, it could (and likely would) cause problems. But the people I work with are not the sort who would go within a kilometre of this event, so it should be okay. Plus, the square it will be held in is very close to one of my favourite cafes, as well as the main transit terminal, and I know the area very well, so... plenty of escape routes if things get weird, or if I get nervous, and admittedly getting nervous without reason is about 9000% more likely to happen than anything else.
It's embarrassing to admit that I am afraid; it's embarrassing to be afraid. When I was in university, I was never afraid. I was in my school's pride organization; it was the first club I joined, and I went to every meeting. When my SO visited from Halifax, or when I went there, we held hands whenever we were out, and didn't give a damn who saw us. Whenever people asked about my engagement ring, I gave the plain facts about it. I don't remember ever feeling like I had to hide.
But Wolfville and Halifax are not Fort McMurray, and Nova Scotia is not Alberta. And I'm at a very different life stage now than I was at that time. So... I guess it's not entirely unreasonable to feel this way, but I'm still going to be disgruntled that I do feel it.
I wonder if Pride YMM will get permission to have the crosswalks painted like rainbows. That would be cute.
Doing things out of order now... because the rest of them are all the intensive things i haven't actually done yet haha. :P
Our one word for 2017 is visibility, which came around after much waffling, as mentioned in our The Real LJ Idol entry (LJ), and we defined it as an acronym that overlaps with our Core Desired Feelings (LJ):
Your own value.
December Blogging Meme Masterpost (LJ)
Nicolette Barischoff just announced on Twitter that the deadline for pitching Personal Essays to Disabled People Destroy SF (see previous post) is tomorrow.
So if you were thinking of pitching, now's the time.
So basically: A skittish nurse moves into an isolated country house to care for a long-retired author. The author, Iris Blum, wrote ghost stories, and her most famous novel, The Lady in the Walls, was apparently inspired--surprise, surprise--by actual events. She claimed the story wasn't made up, but told to her by Polly, the ghost of a murdered young woman who'd lived in the house many years before. The nurse, Lily, has never read any of Iris's books, but that doesn't stop her from realizing that odd things are happening. For one, Iris insists on calling her "Polly". For another, a strange black mold's growing on the walls, and something keeps rattling beneath them.
I have kind of mixed feelings about this one. On one hand, it's a slow moving and very, very quiet ghost story that's beautifully filmed and written. On the other hand...it's a slow moving and very, very quiet ghost story. Plot comes second to building up a mood, and even though that mood is decently creepy it can't make up for the fact that not much happens, and what does happen isn't always explained. Leaving a couple threads dangling is great, but I wouldn't have minded a little more info about Polly, and why she decided to "tell" her story to Iris in the first place. (Or did she?) You also never get a clear sense of who these characters are as people. That, though, is the point of the movie, so I can't call it a fault. More or a it's-not-you-it's-me type of deal.
Overall I'd give the title five stars and the story itself three stars. I'll probably spotlight it for my next TFI post, which'll give me the chance to put my thoughts on it in better order.
As you know, the Hugo Award-winning Uncanny Magazine is taking over the Destroy series from Lightspeed Magazine. The current plan is to run the Kickstarter for Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction in July 2017. The issue will be written and edited entirely by disabled people.
Personal Essays Editor Nicolette Barischoff is currently looking for short personal essays (ideally between 500-800 words) to run during the Kickstarter and eventually be included in the special issue. These pieces will explore the writer’s connection to disability and genre fiction in a deeply personal way, as a writer, an editor, an activist, or a consumer. We’re defining these terms (connection, genre) as broadly as possible to give you as much space as you need to tell your story.
Uncanny is offering a flat $15 on acceptance for these short essays. If you’re interested, please email Nicolette Barischoff and Editor-in-Chief/Nonfiction Editor Elsa Sjunneson-Henry at firstname.lastname@example.org with your idea for an essay as soon as possible. If you have any questions, you may tweet them to @NBarischoff and @snarkbat. The deadline for completed essays is July 17th. We are particularly looking for disabled writers of color."