Ugh, I am so annoyed about this ten a day nonsense.
Look. If someone gives you health and wellbeing advice that is not workable for you, they have given you BAD advice. I don’t care if it’s great advice for most people — the only advice worth having is advice you can follow, and anyone, especially a healthcare professional, who doesn’t tailor their advice to you — to your actual real life that you are living, and to your priorities and needs — is doing you a disservice. The problem is the advice, not you.
Similarly, if any of the following makes you feel guilty, or bad, or judged, or ashamed, then that’s on me. That’s on how I’ve written and presented it, that’s on how I’ve misunderstood, ignored or not thought about some of my potential audience. It’s not a fault in you.
But — if and only if you would like it — here is some information and advice that I hope will help you make informed choices that work for you, rather than feeling defeated and confused by all the conflicting messages out there.
( On food, physical activity, smoking, alcohol )
Thomas, after realising that everything had changed, Lucille gone, Allerdale in a state beyond repair, a chance at freedom, left his machine. Perhaps he would return to it in time, the drawings and machine parts tucked away in a box ready for when they would emerge once again.
Given his sustained injuries instead he turned to smaller ventures. More difficult at times, but it kept him occupied and helped build muscles and his coordination. The trinkets that had once been repayments of guilt to Lucille, now offered him a means to an ends. A small building in the town, bought when he sold the ring that had been his ticket to many a woman’s heart. It had a small living quarter above it, enough for him with a rather pleasing view out over the hills, whilst beneath him was the space for a small shop. That was where he would spend his days tinkering with his little creations, the magician, the little automaton of the mining machine, the little rocking horse he had started. That was when there had been a gentle knock at the window. Thomas sat and wondered who it could possibly be. Edith had left as soon as she was sure that Thomas was alive and well. No one else knew he was there apart from the gentlemen he had bought the residence from. Cautious and holding his hand to steady himself he peered through the window and saw a the daintiest of little girls stood at his door.
“Can I help you?”
“You have toys”
“Can you fix mine?”
Holding it aloft for him, Thomas saw that the little girls doll had suffered quite the trauma and as such was no suffering a missing limb.
“No, I’m sorry” hunched against the door and only allowing the smallest of space, Thomas shook his head,
“Is that a rocking horse?”
Yet the little girl was determined. Pushing past his weakened legs, she marched to the table,
“Please leave or I shall have to call for your mother-”
“Its so pretty”
Her child like fascination, her bright and genuine eyes as her fingers gently ran along the back of the rocking horse, the doll crumpled and long forgotten at her feet.
Pushing the brim of her wide hat back from her face, stood on tip toes she turned to Thomas and nodded. She wanted to see it work. Sighing, too tired to argue, he turned it on and watched her reaction as the ball disappeared and soon appeared from the magicians mouth. A thrilled and stunned gasp bringing a small smile to the once baronet’s face. Her innocence was a difference in a lifetime of dark.
“You are very clever sir…you’re the toy maker”
He never intended for it to become something significant. But once he had reattached the arm of the doll, showed her the other trinkets he had been working on, there were soon more at his door. People bringing their children with their broken toys but secretly wanting to see the toys that were hidden behind the door.
So it went. Within a couple of months, a lick of paint and redecoration and creation of more ornaments, Thomas opened his doors to the town. People from far and wide came to see the toy maker whose shop was filled with toys, where fluttering moths and butterflies hung from the ceiling and whose wings cast shadows of colour onto the floor thanks to their glass wings. It was a wonder world for those who could otherwise not afford, but Thomas always made sure they went home with some kind of trinket. Seeing the smiles and the way that people enjoyed his work, eased the pain that he had otherwise been feeling. He brought happiness to them, to children, something that had been absent from his own childhood really. Soon enough the shop was not big enough and the demands too much for him to handle alone. He had to move to a bigger residence and employ a skilled few to help him complete his orders. Sharpe’s toys were a success. Orders even from around the world were sent to the toy maker.
“Can I help you?” Thomas was walking the shop floor one morning when he saw a little girl stood staring at one of the butterflies that sat fluttering on the counter. He had made those when he had first started, now it was seven years later and they were still popular for their realistic qualities.
“My mother likes butterflies, they remind her of someone special” she speaks, her head crowned in a bonnet hat, a rather pretty white dress on. Thomas smiled and crouched down,
“Really, and who is this special person your mama speaks of?”
The moment he saw the little girls eyes he knew who her mama was. Her eyes were the exact same, golden brown with flecks of yellow. Only her hair was not blonde, no it was dark and waved…like his own.
“My papa, he died before I was born, but mama says he was very good with machines”
“Is- is that so” he tried to swallow the dryness in the back of his throat as he wondered whether truly what she was speaking and his own assumptions were true.
“Can you show me more?”
She held her small hand out and Thomas wondered whether he should send her back out, tell her to leave. But he couldn’t. Her curiosity so like his own and her mothers. Standing, he took her small hand in his and led her round the shop. He would simply have to meet her mother later, meet his old butterfly.
So the name, ladies and gentlebeings, is... Essence of Eclectic. I think it's very me. I've spent yesterday and today working on various logo ideas, and I have come up with a design I rather like.
( cut for images and poll )
~~Spin The Bottle~~
[Drabbles & Short Fiction]
- Cut a Figure (Spike/Xander, PG) by forsaken2003
- Spike's Valentine (Spike/Buffy, Strong PG-13/T) by katleept
- (all's well that ends in figure skating) (Spike/Buffy Summers, Teen And Up Audiences) by thenewbuzwuzz
- Borrowed Warmth (Drusilla/Spike, Teen And Up Audiences) by thenewbuzwuzz
- Timing Is Everything: Part 5 (Buffy, General Audiences) by DreamingInColor
- Meanwhile, At the Cemetery (GND) (Crossover with Supernatural, Spike, Andrew, Buffy, Teen And Up Audiences) by whatdoyouthinkmyjobis
- A Different Kind of Therapy (Buffy, Teen And Up Audiences) by Quillaninc
- xanadu (CHAPTER 1) (Faith/Buffy, Teen And Up Audiences) by nowrunalong
- The School For 'Special' Kids. (CHAPTER 1) (Ensemble, Teen And Up Audiences) by NeonPepperEsmerelda
- Nut Hunting (CHAPTER 1) (Crossover with The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl, Buffy, Merrick, Teen And Up Audiences) by Sorentia
- The Slayer (Buffy, Teen And Up Audiences) by LunaFermosa
- Daddy's Monster (CHAPTER 5) (Xander, Spike, Willow, T) by rocket-queen98
- A New Life (CHAPTER 32) (Xander, Buffy, Tara, Willow, T) by fmfan1980
- Further Adventures of the Sunnydale Ranger (CHAPTER 44) (Willow, T) by fmfan1980
- She Who Was My Love (CHAPTER 8) (Faith, Buffy, Willow, Glory, M) by Forgotten Conscience
- The Lamb (CHAPTER 45) (Tara/Willow, M) by jenhill7
[Images, Audio & Video]
- Artwork: ♡ The Buffmeister ♡ (Buffy, Worksafe) by pudimdovos
- Artwork: I’m watchin’ Buffy from the beginning again (Buffy, Worksafe) by sofsketches
- screenrant.com: 15 Reasons Why Buffy The Vampire Slayer Is The Most Underrated TV Show Ever by Beth Mishler-Elmore
From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2017-01-21:
"It will take some time before the number of people watching on TV is revealed, but some viewers must have had that eerie feeling that a perverse revival of Dynasty was under way. The incoming president gave a speech livid with populist fury, an indictment of "the establishment" and yet, in his person, demeanour and in reality, he confirms that the establishment, the force of true power remains anchored in old white men with a comb-over and decades-younger wife." -- John Doyle, television critic, on the Trump inauguration.
(submitted to the mailing list by Mike Krawchuk)
I needed, for months after he died, to remember our rooms—
some lit by the trivial, others ample
with an obscurity that comforted us: it hid our own darkness.
So for months, duteous, I remembered:
rooms where friends lingered, rooms with our beds,
with our books, rooms with curtains I sewed
from bright cottons. I remembered tables of laughter,
a chipped bowl in early light, black
branches by a window, bowing toward night, & those rooms,
too, in which we came together
to be away from all. And sometimes from ourselves:
I remembered that, also.
But tonight—as I stand in the doorway to his room
& stare at dusk settled there—
what I remember best is how, to throw my arms around his neck,
I needed to stand on the tip of my toes.
2. It's good to be back at work, but I'm definitely looking forward to my day off on Monday already! I'm so glad I don't have a traditional work week. I know some people really prefer to have two days off in a row, but I'd much rather have my days off split up so that there's not a solid five days of work in a row.
3. Look at this adorable kitten! How is he so cute!?
The Love of Strangers is a non-fiction book about students from Iran who spent almost three years in England beginning in 1815. It should be fascinating, but because of the author’s tendency to get bogged down in minor details and the lack of insight into anyone’s personality, it’s weirdly boring. Given the intriguing facts on which the book is based, it’s truly astounding to me that the book is so dull.
In 1815, six Muslim young men from Iran came to London to study various aspects of English science. One wanted to study advances in medicine, one was a metalworker who studied advances in metalworking, and so forth. One of the students was named Mirza Salih. Mirza Salih was there to study English, printing, and diplomacy. He kept a journal, which became the primary source of inspiration and information for this book.
Mirza Salih’s journal was not a private diary in which he revealed his innermost thoughts; instead, his intent was that the diary be read by others. As a result, he was careful about what he wrote, and perhaps that’s why the author can’t convey much of his personality or that of the other students. Still, I was nonplussed to find that all the students are presented in a pretty blank way. We know what they wanted to study, and what they enjoyed about those studies and what they didn’t, but otherwise I had absolutely no insight into their personalities.
The other problem with the book is that it doesn’t flow well. The students struggled with lack of funds and with lack of acceptance but eventually succeeded in making friends among the English as well as meeting their goals. This should make a compelling plot arc, but it keeps stalling out. The author has a tendency to dwell on details that bring the story to a complete halt. A paragraph on the spelling of someone’s name, for example, would be better off in a footnote. Attempts to tie the students’ experiences to the life of Jane Austen fall flat because the author is a tad condescending towards Austen. The book ends up presenting a series of facts that happen to involve a story, instead of a story that compels the reader to keep reading, absorbing facts along the way.
A book about six highly motivated young men from Iran travelling through England and interacting with English people from all walks of life should be fascinating. For heaven’s sake, one of them, the metalworker, married an Englishwoman and she went back to Iran with him. Please, someone write that romance novel! Please! For me! I need details, and if there are not factual ones to be found, then I’ll take fiction (properly labeled, of course).
Sadly, the book is deadly dull. It is well researched and meticulous, but boring. The book is packed with facts about Regency England, but I had already learned most of those facts from more entertaining material. If there are gaps in the primary source material, then it’s certainly not the author’s fault that there are gaps in the book, but that doesn’t change my frustration as a reader.
Z Nation is a post-apocalyptic zombie show that has some intensely dark episodes but is also incredibly goofy and it somehow (mostly) manages to navigate that goofy/dark mix with aplomb. It does this because the characters are grounded in their emotional truth, and they are a-m-a-z-i-n-g. Roberta Warren is in my top tier of All Time characters. This is her:
But also look at these losers:
And that doesn't even have Sun or Hector, both of who joined in season 3. Or Citizen Z! Or Kaya!
I ended up absorbing Z Nation by doing computer stuff while AHH watched it in the same room until all of a sudden I was invested. I went back and started watching from the beginning and now it sits next to Prison Break in the fannish corner of my heart for "absurd but dearly beloved and actually good shows that I trust not to hurt me." It's a very specific corner of my fannish heart, and these are basically the only two shows there. Hee.
( More under here, spoilers for the series )
I need other people in this fandom with me because I still have to finish this Dragon Age fic and cannot be writing stuff right now. Although the show is really gory a LOT of the time so I know it's not for everyone. (But: multiple POC characters! Warren starts out as a sidekick and BECOMES the heroic leader and gets to experience womanpain! Gorgeous lighting! Ridiculous slow-mo!) I hope my vid snares a couple of you. Hee.
Cut a Figure , Spike/Xander by forsaken2003.
ScreenRant lists "15 Reasons Why Buffy The Vampire Slayer Is The Most Underrated TV Show Ever". "All of this revolutionary, influential greatness, and not one Emmy in any major category. No SAG awards, no Director’s or Writer’s Guild Awards, and no Golden Globes. The show was a critical darling with a fiercely devoted fan following, yet it never got any love come awards season, and we weren’t the only ones who noticed. Everyone from Entertainment Weekly to TV Guide was annoyed by Buffy’s repeated Emmy snubs. EW seemed to think that perhaps its silly title, perceived association with teenaged programming, and mash-up of genres might have actually hurt the show, because it may have made it difficult to categorize. Which is odd, because part of Buffy’s greatness IS this inability to be categorized as just one thing".
TVLine includes Joyce in their "Shocking TV Deaths: Nashville and More".
Cool opening sound effects/music.
The opening sequence of the naked female body seemed to go on way too long. I suppose they made the anime movie for teenage boys?
I started out watching it with the English dialogue. But that was hard to follow. So I switched to Japanese with English subtitles, and started it back from the beginning.
In the English dialogue, her answer to "What's with all the noise in your brain today?" was "Must be a loose wire".
In the English subtitles, her answer was "It's that time of the month." I wonder if that matches the Japanese version, even though it makes less sense.
The sequence of her disrobing and letting herself fall backwards over the edge of the building... I've seen that before, haven't I? Ah... right, there is a live-action version of this movie coming out, the one with that cool trailer. I wonder how long I've had this item in my Netflix queue.
"The Puppet Master. That phantom hacker, right?" .. "Internationally wanted on dozens of charges of stock manipulation, spying, political engineering, terrorism, and violation of cyber-brain privacy. "
Hmm. "Political engineering". That reference sure doesn't sound like the Wikipedia definition of political engineering. It sounds more like this: The Rise of the Weaponized AI Propaganda Machine. That's not the first article I've read about Cambridge Analytica. I already posted a link to another article about them back in November. This one is even more disturbing than the last one though.
When I searched Google on "political engineering", the ad shown at the top of the page was "How Liberal Are You? - theadvocates.org. Take the World's Smallest Political Quiz and find out in minutes." Mmm, no. I don't need to take a quiz to know how liberal I am. Someone *else* wants to know how liberal I am. So that they can build their profile on me, and feed me personalized ads as mentioned in the above article.
The Google results also had 3 other ads, at the *bottom* of the page. Having ads at the bottom seems new. Or maybe not? Maybe they've been there before.
"Hope? In the darkness of the sea?"
Oh well. It's too late now to watch the whole movie tonight.
Two Saturdays in a row that I've worked from home, after working extra hours on Friday too. At least it is enjoyable work, debugging and researching issues. That's why I did it... nobody specifically requested me to, but I have the feeling that I should, as we are near the planned release date and still having all these problems.