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| Friday, September 24th, 2010 | | 1:27 am |
Friending Policy
By all means, go right ahead. But would you mind to drop me a note about it, if we've not "met" before? I'm a bit uncomfortable with friending back folk with whom I've not had any personal contact. | | Sunday, November 8th, 2009 | | 11:33 pm |
Okay, Firefox...
Firefox is not being my friend at the moment. I'm very glad that I have Opera installed as a backup, cos that's what I'm using to post this--I can't abide Internet Exploder. Ever since I updated automatically to 3.5.5, Firefox has been unable to reach the outside world, although it will open html documents on my hard drive. I've tried things like turning off NoScript, but that doesn't seem to make any difference. I tried downloading it from the website and manually updating, but that didn't seem to change anything. Should I do a complete uninstall and re-install? I'm also wondering if there could be something wrong with the Irish-language version. That doesn't quite make sense to me, as I've never seen any evidence before that this made any difference, but it's a thought that occurs to me. I'm debating if I should try downloading and installing an English version, just to see. This is a really annoying thought to me, as my entire reason for switching from Opera to Firefox was having an Irish-language browser, but hopefully it would be only a temporary solution. ETA: I finally thought of doing a complete shutdown and restart, which got Firefox going again. I've no idea why that did the job, when I don't normally need to do it for Firefox updates, but it did. Current Mood: vexed | | Saturday, October 31st, 2009 | | 8:09 pm |
Non-seasonal question
I cut down a dogwood yesterday, because it was mostly dead. I've saved a few sections of trunk for carving wood--say three 18-24 inch pieces. I'm figuring on sticking them in the basement or somewhere to season. What I'm not sure about is how to prepare them--should I de-bark them first, or simply seal the ends with molten paraffin wax and leave them be? Following something I'd read, I de-barked some small cherry logs this summer, waxed the ends, and put them aside, but they still split as they dried. Should I have left on the bark? Should I have split them in half before I put them away to season? Or does cherry just do that? Thanks! | | 6:46 pm |
Happy Halloween!
Oíche Shamhna Shona Daoibh! I hope everyone has a good time. Me, I am doing absolutely nothing, because I'm boring that way. ;-) | | Friday, October 30th, 2009 | | 9:34 pm |
Writer's Block: Who will you be?
I don't think I've got dressed up for Halloween since I was twelve. That said, I sort of wish I had the excuse. Not that I have any idea what I'd do for a costume. Maybe it's just as well. ;-) | | 2:40 am |
Writer's Block: Mysterious benefactor
"One anonymous recipient"? Something makes me suspect that you actually mean "anonymously to one recipient." Cos if it's to an anonymous recipient, why would I be here saying who they were? I mean, I suppose I could say that if I had a ridiculous amount of money to give to somebody, I'd give it to the cleverest and most brilliant inventor that nobody's ever heard of and let him or her rip away at the world's problems. But this is assuming that he or she would actually do something about those instead of saying "Hey, cool, a ridiculous amount of money! Now I can build that network of laser-armed satellites that will save the world by zapping guys who wear backwards baseball caps and people who spit in the streets!" Or something like that--perhaps he or she would turn out to be obsessed with preserving indigenous wildlife and would build a bunch of autonomous killer robots that would cleanse North America of starlings, save Australia from the rabbits, and/or wipe out every grey squirrel in England. Brilliant and clever inventors tend to be... special that way, near as I can tell. | | Thursday, October 29th, 2009 | | 6:21 pm |
| | Wednesday, October 28th, 2009 | | 12:49 am |
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine; et lux perpetuam luceat eis.
Bhuel, it was a pretty good day, mostly. Didn't go to class, because there wasn't class, on account of the teacher being at a conference in Ireland. Went to the session at the Playwright instead. And it was a good session, but there I found out that somebody I'm playing music with ten years or something like that has just died. That's a shock. She had breast cancer, and I'd not seen her in a few months, and I'd heard a while ago that her health was getting worse again, but... it's still a shock. She worked for Yale, restoring artworks and manuscripts and suchlike. She played silver flute--not my favourite instrument, but she did well with it. The tune I will always associate with her is the slipjig "A Fig for a Kiss." She liked to play that one, and it was always beautiful. RIP, Lesley. We miss you. | | Tuesday, October 27th, 2009 | | 12:29 pm |
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| | Sunday, October 18th, 2009 | | 11:21 pm |
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
Bhuel, I'm thirty-four now. I sometimes have trouble remembering how old I am--a few days ago I spent a surprising number of minutes trying to think if I was turning thirty-four or thirty-five. It was a good day. Went to the later Mass, rather than the one my mother was singing at, because I was exhausted from getting up for Lá Gaeilge on Saturday morning and then going to a house concert on Saturday night. My mother got the same birthday card for me that I got for a dear friend of mine whose birthday is in late September. I'm amused, and I suppose this means it's just as well that I didn't show her the card I got for my friend. Went to the sessions at the Playwright and the Liffey. My mother dropped me off at the Playwright and went shopping, but came to the Liffey to listen, and we had supper there afterwards, which was very nice. My father just got home from Louisiana with thirty pounds of fish and shrimp. All in all, things are good. | | Friday, October 9th, 2009 | | 6:22 pm |
Writer's Block: The one that got away
I have very mixed feelings on this subject. I want to believe that soulmates exist, so very much, but it never seems to work out. After years of hoping for something more romantic, I have a growing suspicion that, at best, I'm going to end up in a marriage where both of us will love each other but will not be, and never will have been, in love with each other at all. I'm trying to remind myself that for most people, over most of human history, that's been the very best case scenario. More than that I don't really like to say in public. | | 12:35 pm |
Happy Birthday to Sonya!
Today is ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sovay's birthday. (What is it with nines? I have another friend whose birthday is nine days after mine.) Happy Birthday, Sonya! I hope it's a lovely day. | | Thursday, October 1st, 2009 | | 10:36 pm |
Writer's Block: Agree to disagree
No. I have many friends who are to both the right and the left of me on all sorts of issues. I suppose that if somebody truly advocated something appalling, such as genocide, or was insufferably and vocally contemptuous of me (or of another friend) for disagreeing with them about something, I might not be able to continue being friends with them. But I really doubt I could become friends with someone like that in the first place. | | Monday, September 14th, 2009 | | 3:48 am |
Writer's Block: Do you believe in psychics?
I can't imagine asking an online psychic about something like that (or, for that matter, about anything else), and even if I did, I'd not listen to them. If a psychic were that competent, I doubt seriously that they'd be doing the psychic thing online. Considering how long it's been since anyone has had any interest in dating me, a clashing astrological sign would hardly stop me dating someone who actually did. | | Saturday, September 12th, 2009 | | 6:01 pm |
Writer's Block: UFO enthusiasts
It all depends on what they say. I've met "believers" and "skeptics" who were equally credulous, operating from knee-jerk assumptions. I've written about UFOs from an anthropological perspective in the past, and would consider myself a sceptic in the older sense of not prejudging the matter. I've not had any personal experiences, but I've met reasonable-seeming people who had. I suppose what I'd say is that I accept the existence of the phenomenon. What lies behind the phenomenon (other than what happens to the stories as they're told and retold, which is much the same with UFO stories as it is with any type of folklore), that I don't profess to know. | | Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009 | | 1:37 am |
Writer's Block: My Fantasy “Geek” Accessory
Hmm, this is difficult. I could say "a cuddly, sweet, adorably geeky twenty-to-thirty-something girl with a taste for trad, sf/f, and obscure webcomics," but I think it's rude to describe women as accessories, so I'll not. Instead, I'll choose the other classic geek response: a phaser. But one that looks and handles like a proper sidearm, not one of those stupid things fron TNG that looked like a TV remote. I wouldn't say no to a folding sword like the one Sulu had in the Star Trek reboot, either, although I'm not wild about katanas and would greatly prefer something that would handle like a 17th century backsword. See, WePC, this is what you get for asking questions like that. Any (more) questions? | | Monday, August 24th, 2009 | | 7:18 pm |
Dream
Well, I still amn't having cool dreams like sovay. Neither am I having wish-fulfillment dreams of lottery winnings or nights of passion with the women I love. Instead, it's dreams like this one, from this morning: It's after dark, and I have a flashlight, the sort that has the bulb and lens at an angle to the shaft, like a pistol grip. I'm at home, more or less. The French door to the deck is open, and I think the screen as well. I'm shining the light into the brush at the edge of the wood, and I see two fawns there. They look young for this time of year, I think. In the kitchen the light seems a bit off, a bit like twilight, I suppose. Perhaps it's a bit dim, perhaps the wavelength is slightly different to normal electric light. Something comes in through the door. It looks like a fat little dog, perhaps a dachshund or a dachshund-cross with Jack Russell-like colour and markings. It waddles into the kitchen. Minnie is there as well, and seems excited but not upset. I have a feeling that the other little dog is hoping that, because it looks sort of like Minnie, we'll think it belongs here and let it stay, but I don't think there's anything malicious or evil about it. My mother is there, and is saying something about "It's a pig!"* I think I try to tell her that it's a dog, but I'm not sure, because around this time I wake up. * It does look a bit like a piglet. And for the record, I think my mother would be, in truth, delighted with a pet piglet. At least until she started thinking about what we'd do with it when it grew. | | Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 | | 8:23 pm |
[fic] On the Fifteenth of February (4750 words)
On the Fifteenth of February A Harry Potter fic by Andrew yclept Aelfwine # The characters and situations of the Harry Potter series are copyright J.K. Rowling. They may not be used or reproduced commercially without permission. The use of these characters and situations is not to be construed as challenge to said copyright. They are merely borrowed for this work of non-commercial fanfiction, from which the author derives no financial benefit. # PG-13 (mostly for language and mild sexual references); 4750 words Het warning, femmeslash warning, poly warning, Ron having been a git warning, lack of explicit content warning, breakfast foods warning, yours truly warning Harry/Ginny/Luna, Colin Creevey/original male character/original female character, past Ron/Hermione implied, Hogwarts-era Lavender Brown/Parvati Patil implied # Note: I'm not sure if this is done yet or not, but it's close. This is a sequel to On the Fourteenth of February# Someone was gently nuzzling Hermione's face. "Mmm... Harry..." she murmured. "It's about time..." Wait, there was a tongue licking her cheek. That seemed like something Luna might do, but... ( Click here to read the fic ) |
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