pepper update, Monday 5/30/16

May. 30th, 2016 02:05 pm
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thirteen pepper sprouts photographed from above, 30 May 2016
top view


thirteen pepper sprouts photographed from the side, 30 May 2016
side view


As you can see, all my adorable little seedlings are growing nicely. :) I have been manually fanning them every time I'm in that part of my kitchen, which I like to think has done them some good. I've done a little watering from below -- picked up each peat cylinder, filled its plastic square with water, and stuck it back in -- because most of the seedlings now have tiny exploratory rootlets poking out from the peat. I've also been watering from above with a spray bottle in mimicry of rain, and so far only one of the seedlings has tipped under that temporary weight. (I propped it up again using its neighbors for support.)

My plan is to get my back porch scrubbed and sprayed this week so I can repot my peppers and move them outside on a trial basis. (They haven't been getting much exposure this past week, because it has been disgustingly hot and I've had my apartment sealed up and the AC running 24/7.) Now I just need to decide which of my various pots to use, since I only have half as many seedlings this year as I did last year... *ponders options*

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[tumblr.com profile] gracefularchitect said: Characters: Rose, Jade, Word: Favourite, Scenario: 'Rose & Jade have very different ideas on favourite food. They try to find something of mutual delight.' Oh, forgot to add: Could be in the same universe as Leaf & Letter, but it's so general it doesn't matter x)

Note: This wound up somewhat diagonal to the prompt and took an unexpected detour through angst on its way to the mostly happy ending. Oops? As per the secondary part of the prompt, this is another installment of the Leaf and Letter AU, wherein Rose is an author and Jade owns a plant shop. It falls between the two [2,450 words]

(Content note: Rose talks about her mother's alcoholism and its effects on her childhood.)

Who Contract the Habit of Eating )

Random fact: it is actually true that Kraft stopped using artificial colors and flavors in their mac and cheese. I know this because articles about that fill most of the first page of Google results when you look up 'kraft mac and cheese' in an attempt to check what is actually printed on the blue boxes (which I then ended up not describing at all in the ficlet at all, because that's how my life works).

Another random fact: I had instant Kraft mac and cheese for dinner tonight. One little-mentioned hazard of writing is that occasionally one incepts oneself with some really annoying and/or ridiculous cravings. *headdesk*
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Argh, why is this ficlet refusing to END?!

I have been plonking away at it for a week now (actually more like ten days, but I'm not counting my detour to NJ) and first it had nothing to do with the prompt, then it veered sharply left into arguments and angst, and now when I've sort of worked through that part, I can't get it to stop.

All I want is a hug and a sweet last line! I don't think that's so very much to ask!

*gnashes teeth*

(Also I wrote myself into a really weird craving for Kraft mac and cheese, and actually went out and bought two of the little instant microwave cups this afternoon, for reasons, but that is a separate complaint.)

I really just wanted some morphine

May. 29th, 2016 10:58 pm
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i.e. hello everyone, I am home again and have been for some time, [personal profile] shortcipher has taken excellent care of me, North Middlesex Hospital continues to exist in the centre of a desolate hellscape as far as public transport to anywhere useful is concerned, etc.

Slightly more detail. )
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And I'm tired of it.... )


So, there's that. In better, or at least, more interesting news...I organized a donation thing at my work for a local food bank, and we raised 150 dollars, which equals 750 meals for kids, seniors, and families in the Ozarks. That was pretty cool.

I also got a dozen or so blackberry cane seedlings in the mail from the Conservation dept., and I thought i had kind of killed them (they lived on my back porch in a bucket for two weeks), but I got them in the ground last week and they're thriving! My milkweed is coming up great, too, for the monarchs.

And last but not least, I posted another bit of 'Cracktrailer' fic over at AO3 - it's a pre-Crash 'verse 'Jason and Christian in the last months of high school' thing. I...shall link that momentarily when AO3 is back up.

And it's up! Alma Mater.

Still writing, still reading, still here. *waves*
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The Entropy of Bones (2015; Ayize Jama-Everett) is terrible. It is abysmal. It is appalling. I am about 60% of the way through (and at this point am probably going to finish it, because that's about 80 pages left) and it is so bad on so many topics. I assume that The Liminal People, by the same author and in the same universe and apparently published first (so perhaps I should have read it first but Oh Well, Never Mind), is not any better.

Honestly largely irrelevant snark about the quality of the writing, presented mostly as a framing device. )

Which is all fine as far as it goes, like, whatever, I read a lot of pulpy speculative fiction, but then there are the fucking trigger warnings. And oh dear me are there a lot of them. (At some point I will try to usefully articulate the distinction I make between "content note" and "trigger warning", but that time is not now; just... bear in mind that I'm using the latter not the former.)

The overview. )

The detailed trigger warnings. )

Just... if you decide to read this, you might wanna be prepared going in.

two dreams

May. 26th, 2016 03:22 pm
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I had a couple weird dreams last night, which I made a point of remembering after I woke up because I wanted to share them.

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1. The first dream was sort of a sci-fi action thriller thing, in which a group of people had the ability to 'abstract' themselves one layer away from normal reality, and then perform the same trick a second time (second-level abstraction), but while it was technically possible to keep going indefinitely, in practice if you went to a third-level abstraction, about half the time what came back (if anything came back at all) was not quite you.

Abstracted people, as viewed from normal reality, were invisible except when they were in motion, at which point they appeared sort of like a silvery column of heat distortion. The people who could abstract (which I think relied on gadgets) were on some kind of heist mission related to maybe overthrowing a dystopia of some sort, and were being chased by agents who could either not abstract at all or could only perform first-level abstractions, BUT they had guns whose bullets could, upon touching the after-image an abstracted person left in the lower reality level, explode in such a way as to send shockwaves through higher levels of abstraction and hopefully knock abstracted people back into normal reality where they'd either be arrested or shot for real.

Being abstracted was visually weird to experience, because it literally was abstraction -- the world went from three-dimensional reality to first being kind of flat color and drawn with heavy linework, and on a second-level abstraction, you started to get light shining through stained-glass color blocks and vaguely cubist distortion effects. Third-level abstractions got really trippy, and that's where the mental effects started to kick in because abstraction didn't erase the world around you, just your perception of it and its ability to interact with you, and in third-level abstractions you could, like, walk through walls if you wanted, or ignore gravity, and sort of see time-currents or something? And your mental processes went all weird, and I guess a bunch of people just didn't want to go back, and some who did couldn't readjust because brain chemistry is delicate, you know?

I might try to work that idea into a proper story someday.

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2. The second dream involved me trying to make a baby shower gift for some friends (who are not remotely romantically involved in real life, let alone expecting a child) and I settled on a knit wool hat of many colors which I was going to make via an automatic knitting machine. It was in my public library, over near the paperback fiction shelves, and what you did was enter a pattern into a computer and the machine would produce your design in whatever colors and fibers you wanted. It manufactured your chosen kind of yarn out of a pile of raw synthetic fibers, so I guess it was a bit like specialized 3D printing?

Anyway, I was sitting there trying to translate a set of knitting instructions into a sort of grid pattern, and all around me other people were entering their own programs... one of which was an actual baby. Literally, these two women programmed the machine (in the public library!) to knit a living child out of a pile of synthetic fibers. And it worked. They picked the crying baby up out of the basket of finished products, put on a diaper and a onesie, and took the kid off to get a birth certificate or whatever.

And nobody blinked twice.

I decided to make my friends' kid a blanket as well as the hat, because I felt slightly upstaged after that.

Vanilla Black, again

May. 26th, 2016 07:18 pm
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Because I had a birthday, again. P had arranged to be Elsewhere this year, so A was my only dining companion. I was a little nervous about that, partly because I am a seething mess of anxiety at the moment but partly because my understanding had been that last year he'd enjoyed it well enough but hadn't been anything like as impressed as P & I. Which, you know, fair enough -- but in fact this year his main arrived and he proceeded to sit looking stunned and rapturous for several whole minutes, which I of course found utterly charming.

For my part, this year they took me well outside my comfort zone and it almost all just worked.

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