Intro Post

Sep. 27th, 2020 02:22 pm
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Howdy, friends and strangers!

This is my intro post. I figured I'd better have one.

This journal is a mix of fannish stuff, ponderings, computer geekery, art and random cookery experiments. More personal posts are friends-locked, some with tighter filters than others.
things you should know about me )
other sites of mine )
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If you wish to transform my work, I have Transformative Works Policy to clarify stuff in advance!

Other stuff
If you want to write fic for me, here is my Generic Ficathon Elaboration Post.

After you have friended/subscribed to me, I would appreciate it if you drop me a comment here, saying hello and what brought you here. No need to ask permission beforehand, but it would be nice to give me a note afterwards.
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Though I expect some of you didn't know I was gone.

I am behind on Doctor Who - I haven't seen "Into the Dalek" or "Robot of Sherwood" yet, so I am trying to avoid spoilers.
I am behind on Twitter, I will not attempt to catch up that.
I am behind on LJ and DW - if there's anything interesting you want me to look at, please comment with a link.

I will write a Breathless TMI post, but it will be locked to my access list. Because, like, TMI, y'know?
kerravonsen: The TARDIS: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue (tardis)
Ramblings that jump all over the place, ahoy.
There were things I enjoyed and things that niggled.
spoilers will stop breathing )
kerravonsen: Stone egg on moss: "Art is Life, Life is Art" (art)
Yes, I've been participating in [ profile] naarmamo this year, but I haven't been posting about it (apart from the comments in the comm itself) because there hasn't been anything to show before.

But now, prepare to be pic-spammed!

I'm doing a NaArMaMo album on my LJ - might as well use the scrapbook since I have a permanent account there. But I'm posting on DW and crossposting to LJ. (LJ's old scrapbook was much better than their current crappy one, but hey, it still hosts images)
cut for pictures )
kerravonsen: Daniel and Samantha looking off: "What? Inconceivable." (inconceivable)
So I'm there looking at an 80% off sale at an online bead/craft shop and...

I am continually amazed at how UGLY so many lampworked beads and pendants are. Maybe I'm amazed because I know how beautiful it is possible for this particular artform to be, so there's a large dollop of disappointment in my surprise. But seriously, who in their right minds would consider any of the following to be pretty? It's like they took random bits of glass and melted them, swirled them a bit and chucked them into a silicon mould. Which quite possibly they did. Likewise, with the beads, it's again the random colours that get me. Just splodges of ugliness.
list of examples )
It's the colours that really get me, I think. Some of them are so bad I wince at them. Others aren't so much ugly as Utterly Boring. I mean, really, blue hearts with black polka-dots? What were they thinking? Though if they were made in a sweatshop in India or China, they were probably thinking of their next meal. Which then makes all the blurbs about "lovingly handcrafted by skilled craftsmen" a bit over the top, doesn't it?

See... I love lampwork when it can be so pretty...
examples of lovely )
kerravonsen: Crafty: a medly of beads (craft)
I think I would be more likely to open an Etsy store if I had minions to post things for me.
kerravonsen: Gregory House listening on earphones: "Listen" (House)
I just don't get it. All these songs that say "don't take my man" or "don't steal my woman"... I mean, do they think the object of their affections is like a piece of china with no will of their own? I mean "don't tempt my man", sure, that does make sense. Or "don't stalk my man". (Or "don't kidnap my man", but that has different connotations that don't fit this situation.)

I mean, doesn't the Man in question have any say in this? Affection isn't something that can be stolen, as if it were a piece of candy. Affection can only ever be given as a gift, by the will and choice of the person giving it.

So, yeah, fair enough to say "stop bothering my man", but if he's Your Man and he chooses to be unfaithful, that's his fault. Yes, partly the fault of the tempter, but mainly his fault. Because he could always have said "No".
kerravonsen: Reason is itself a matter of Faith (reason-faith)
Answer not a fool according to his folly, lest you also be like him. (Proverbs 26:4)
Answer a fool according to his folly, lest he be wise in his own eyes. (Proverbs 26:5)
kerravonsen: Harry Potter writing with quill (Harry)
It just occurred to me to wonder... why do the Hogwarts Houses have passwords to keep people out? (*) It is yet another thing which divides the Houses and prevents them from getting to know each other. Why should one have to barricade oneself inside a tower when Hogwarts is supposed to be the safest place in Britain? Surely one wouldn't need protection from within the castle?

No wonder the poor Sorting Hat had to keep singing about unity - none of the staff of Hogwarts bothered to lift a finger to facilitate it. Almost complete segregation was the rule. The only times people from different Houses are allowed to interact are when they are competing against each other, (a) in class and (b) Quidditch. Yes, it is possible for classes to be set up so that cooperation rather than competition is the norm, but in practice, even when students are working in teams, they are always split along House lines.

I mean, I'd already noticed that the mealtime segregation wasn't helping, but the passwords on the House entrances is yet another enforcement of isolation - even if one had friends in other houses, one isn't allowed to bring them into one's common room. Or at least, strongly discouraged from doing so. This means that two opportunities for socializing (meals, and relaxation time) have been completely cut off. For no good reason. Yes, I don't think "tradition" is a good reason. And I'm wondering how that tradition started, and when.

(*) Yes, I know there are Plot Reasons. I am looking at this from a Watsonian perspective, not a Doyleist one.
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This report is delayed because I was so tired that when I got home on Tuesday morning, I slept most of the day. I'm starting to wonder if it might actually be better for me, in future, NOT to stay at the convention hotel, but get a taxi in and out each day. Even though taxis are not cheap, it would be still be cheaper than a hotel, and I would sleep better. Sleep better? Yes, because I was just glancing at my old Continuum 9 report, and I slept badly on that occasion too. So it isn't just a one-off thing; hotels just seem to be too hot for me in winter. On the other hand, I would have to carry everything with me and have nowhere to retreat to. Contrariwise, while I would have to carry everything for a day with me, I wouldn't have to pack stuff for four days. Hmmmm.

Costume: the costume without a name
I'm not sure what category this falls into; something non-mundane at least. Black-and-white poly-satin pseudo-Japanese top; black pants; clockwork sandals; chainmaille headdress. Later on, I exchanged the headdress for two plaits, one with my chainmaille hair-chain, and the other with a doubled-over non-clasp necklace (that is, a long string of beads which is intended to dangle or be tied in a knot). Also, ear-cuffs, but I ended up taking them off because they were a bit uncomfortable.
Panels and stuff )
Further Thoughts on the Fake Geek Pride Panel )
back to Sunday
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I did sleep better this time, due to pushing the doona down so it only covered my legs. That appeared to get the temperature balance right. I was a little later to breakfast this time, so I missed both the 9am and 10am panels. Oh well. It was delicious.
Read more... )
back to Saturday
on to Monday
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A very restless sleep in the hotel. Despite my setting the thermostat to 18C, I was still too hot, and kept on waking up overheated. Had nightmares about sleeping in and missing the Kaffeklasch. Problem is, the curtains in the hotel room are so light-blocking that you cannot tell what time of day or night it is when they are shut. Unfortunately, because my room looks in on the inner courtyard, you can't really tell what time of day or night it is even when the curtains are open, not unless it is a bright sunny day... which it wasn't. I finally crawled out of bed to look at the clock, because my nightmare had convinced me it was either 01:00 in the morning, or 11:00 in the morning... turned out it was 07:54 instead. So I got up and got ready for the day.
Read more... )
back to Friday
on to Sunday
kerravonsen: rainbow sparkles: "Squee!" (squee!)
Spent the morning packing, or, to be more precise, most of it was writing lists of what to pack, and then packing it.

Costume: Ravenclaw (somewhat improvised)
blue-green trousers, blue-green turtleneck; sleeveless pale green shirt with a collar, so I could wear my Ravenclaw tie - yes, those years of private school winter uniforms were useful for one thing: I still know how to tie a tie. Black waistcoat over the top. I was originally wearing a light green tracksuit-jacket over that, but the hotel is so well heated that I was too hot, so I took it off. Time turner around my neck on its new longer chain. Wand up my sleeve (but I think that damaged it, because it started wobbling later, alas)

I found the rego desk after wandering wrongly into the dealers' room. Happy known faces (Lizbee obv.) Took my con-bag up to my room to go through it, and transfer my carefully highlighted info from my printed-out version of the program to both the full program and the tiny pocket program. Though of course no program survives intact once it makes contact with reality.
Read more... )
After I'd finished, I retreated to my room and wrote this.

on to Saturday
on to Sunday
on to Monday
kerravonsen: Soolin with a half-smile: impress me (Soolin)
It just occurred to me that the Judgement of Solomon didn't necessarily discover which of the two women was the real mother of the child... instead, it discovered which of the two women was worthy to be the mother of the child. Which would have been the best outcome for the child anyway. Yes, it's more likely that the worthy mother was the real mother, but it is faintly possible that the real mother was suffering from, say, post-natal depression and thus behaving irrationally.

Just thinkin'.

In other news, I STILL HAVEN'T PACKED! I was so exhausted last night I was crying over songs, so I figured it would be better if I simply went to bed. So I did. Feeling better now.
kerravonsen: "Out of spoons error" (out-of-spoons)
Okay. I've reached a point where I shatter under stress. So as a matter of survival, I need defences against stress. And one stress-defence is happy-making things.

So, please, peoples, can you give me recs? Recs for fic, recs for music, recs for novels. Ones which are uplifting, happy, cheering. Maybe even fluffy.
kerravonsen: 11th Doctor and Amy Pond; "Peter Pan and Wendy" (peter-pan-and-wendy)
There are some things which, if you haven't looked at them in ten years, you can throw them out.
Books are not on that list.
Neither are photographs.

Eight point five (War)
Ten point five (Handy)
Ten and three quarters
kerravonsen: Fiction/Poetry/Art: it's cheaper than therapy (cheaper-than-therapy)
Empty Vessels

It screams at us "Go out and buy"
Until our goods will reach the sky
We never even wonder why
Or where our money went;
The song of discontent.

It swears ambition is the best
And only competition's blessed
And you must rise above the rest
Spend all in your ascent;
The song of discontent.

Relaxation's always lazy
Satisfaction must be crazy
We must never take it easy
For rest is time misspent;
The song of discontent.

It looks at a half-empty glass
Says over there is greener grass
Insists our gold is only brass
And we must now lament;
The song of discontent.

(Because I am sick of feeling defensive about my lack of ambition.)
kerravonsen: Crafty: a medly of beads (craft)
I have finished another scarf! It is a gift for a particular person; I designed it with them in mind. This is another keyhole scarf (I like the design!) made with fluffy chenille yarn.

kerravonsen: Crafty: a medly of beads (craft)
I've mentioned some of these items in earlier posts, but there were no pictures. Now have some piccies!
cut for images )


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